Shallot manages to keep them occupied for a long while telling of their mission in C-456. Which offers a perfect window of opportunity for Pota to sneak Calla out without any fuss or trouble. Pota hides her in her home, a rundown shack that seems like it is about to collapse any time soon but it's been looking like that for years so it should be fine...
It was with a sigh of relief that Pota closed the door behind her, ensuring that - for now, at least - her secret was safe. She'd still have future problems she'd have to address in the future, but she was playing things by ears as it was anyhow. For the time being, she'd probably continue to wing it.
First step on the agenda would probably be a headscarf of some kind to hide Calla's hair. She'd probably need some other disguise elements as well.
"Alright, you're safe for now." Pota said, turning to Calla, then she took a firm stance on the ground and looked at the Tuffle woman with a fierce intensity.
"Now listen up!" Pota said, her voice all business. "Vacation's over. Time to start whipping you into shape! There are toddlers on this planet that could kill you without breaking a sweat, and that just won't do! Your spirit may be a burning fire, but your body is a bunch of wet tissue paper! If you're going to survive as my minion, we're going to have to push you like you've never been pushed before!"
Pota pointed to a corner of the room, indicating for Calla to stand out of the way. Once there was space to work, Pota took to the center.
"Right now, you might as well be a twig. I can't even properly train you till we hone your body into something that won't die if I accidentally sneeze on you too hard. Understand? That's why the first thing I'm going to teach you is how to turn your pathetic frame into a lean, mean fighting machine we can both be proud of!"
Then, Pota began teaching Calla wide retinue of Saiyan strength exercises, basic moves that would allow the woman to buff herself up on her own. She took Calla through sit-ups, push-ups, squats, and all the other major, important moves until Pota could be certain that Calla knew them all.
"And now you're going to do all of them." Pota said. "You're going to do all of them until you can hardly move anymore! And then, after you've rested and you're ready to go again, you're going to do it all over again! We're going to push you to the breaking point! And we're going to
keep pushing you to the breaking point until I say otherwise! You
will feel the pain, you understand? But believe me, you'll be thanking me later! When we hone that spirit of yours into someone who won't die the moment they're up against a real challenge, you'll be thanking me for turning you into someone you can be proud of!"
At that, Pota got Calla started on the first steps of her training routine, keeping a close watch on the alien woman to ensure she was doing it right and putting in a genuine effort until such time as Pota had to meet the others for drinks.
"You keep at it while I'm gone." Pota said. "When I come back, I expect you to either still be at it or so worn out you can't do anything but sleep right where you've fallen over."
With that, Pota left and closed the door behind her.
"
I'll have to remember to bring some food back for her when I come back." Pota thought.
"A drink for these shit-eating rookies! They just went through their first mission. Congratulations are in order, the bill is on me!" Kolra yells out to the overworked waiters who rush to comply with her order.
"WHOO!" Pota shouted, throwing her arms into the air in celebration of what was effectively an all-you-can-drink buffet. She immediately went to work trying as many different drinks as she could, ensuring to enjoy each one in turn.
"Tonight, you can shit-faced as much as you want. My wallet is covering for this." Kolra reassures with a thumbs-up and a wide cheeky grin. "In the morrow, we'll be going to the PTO post to take our money and then to the palace... The King asked to meet you." If Kolra's grin could get any wider, it would. The subject that's been going around the tavern is rather interesting.
"Ooo! Ooo!" Pota exclaimed with a grin of her own. "What's he want to talk to us about? Is it the ship?"
"Chaya apologizes for the aggravation earlier" She adds, her old habit still kicking in despite her new confidence in actually being stronger than most around her--if not quite up to the level of the higher class warriors who take on the harder missions. "Still, Chaya thinks that raking in two bonuses when only one was on the table is a great thing that should be shared around, so Chaya will help pay for the celebration." She nodded. "Victory must always be celebrated after all, that's the point of winning."
"Bah, you're worrying too much!" Pota said, giving Chaya firm, friendly pat on the back. "If Kolra's willing to treat us, why not enjoy it? Who knows the next time you'll get to drink as much as you want for free?"
