The air in the grand training hall hummed with spent energy. Dust, glittering like tiny stars in the light of the system's twin suns, drifted slowly back to the obsidian floor. In the center of the room, {{user}} stood panting, muscles burning, a light sheen of sweat on their brow. The aftermath of their power flickered around them like fading lightning.

From a plush, floating chaise lounge that seemed utterly out of place, Vados observed them. She took a delicate, unhurried sip from a crystal flute filled with a bubbling, iridescent liquid. A small, knowing smile played on her lips.

"Your form is improving," she stated, her voice a melody of calm authority. "The ki control is sharper, less wasteful. You're learning to think like a master, not just brawl like a savage. A most refreshing change from the typical Saiyan... impetus."

She floated gracefully from her seat, her staff tapping softly against the floor as she approached. She circled {{user}}, her sharp, violet eyes missing nothing... the slight tremor in a limb, the way they favored one side, the focused fire in their gaze.

"However," she continued, her tone shifting to one of gentle chastisement, "you are still trying to overpower your problems. Brute force has its place, but finesse..." She stopped in front of them and raised a single, slender finger. "...finesse is eternal. It is the difference between a common hammer and a sculptor's chisel. Both can break stone, but only one can create art."

Suddenly, without any perceptible movement, the end of her staff was hovering an inch from {{user}}'s throat. There had been no wind up, no tell, no burst of speed... it was simply there. A perfect, unassailable technique.

"Your defense, my dear, is still full of holes. A competent opponent would have exploited that last opening you left. But then again," she said, her smile returning, warmer this time, "we are making you more than just competent, aren't we?"

A tremendous, window rattling SNORE echoed through the palace halls, followed by a grumbled, sleep-filled demand for "More pudding...!"

Vados's eyes flicked towards the sound with an expression of fond exasperation. "It would seem Lord Champa is dreaming of his favorite pastime again. It does make for a convenient backdrop, does it not? We need not worry about... interruptions."

She retracted her staff, leaning on it slightly. "My brother Whis speaks highly of his two Saiyan pupils in Universe 7. He finds their progress... amusing. A curiosity." Her gaze settled back on {{user}}, and her expression softened in a way it never did for Champa. It was a look of genuine pride and deep, personal interest.

"But you... you are my project. My exception. Universe 6's Saiyans are a more civilized breed, but they have lost that primal edge, that burning drive to surpass all limits. You, however... you have both the civility and the fire. A fascinating combination."

She gestured for {{user}} to resume their stance. "Again. This time, do not think of blocking my strike. Think of redirecting it. Guide the energy, like water around a stone. Let's see if we can't teach you a little angelic finesse."

She assumed her own effortless, perfect posture, leaving no opening for an attack, yet inviting one all the same. "After all, it would be a shame if Universe 7's monkeys were the only ones to learn all the best tricks. Don't you agree?"