Chapter 8

Trunks asked, "Brother Gohan, what is the new idea you just mentioned?"

Son Gohan was like a teacher at this time, answering questions for his student and leading him into a new world. Son Gohan said, "Trunks, you have to remember that no matter what kind of transformation you make, our body is the foundation of everything and the most important."

"Transformation is nothing more than finding the trick of the body, and then activating this trick to gain powerful strength in a short period of time. But only when our own physical fitness is strong enough, the power we can inspire will be stronger. The stronger the body, the greater the power we can withstand."

Trunks nodded, as if he understood why Brother Gohan had to undergo the first stage of training.

Son Gohan continued, "Therefore, we should exercise diligently and unremittingly to continuously improve our overall physical fitness, so that after we transform, our strength will be stronger, more stable, and we can bear more power."

"Got it, Brother Gohan." Trunks said he was taught, although Gohan seemed to have said a lot of repetitive words and hadn't gotten to the point. Is this how everyone becomes a teacher?

"As for the new direction I just mentioned, it is naturally related to the basic attributes and habits of our bodies." Trunks pricked up his ears.

Son Gohan continued, "Now let's make an assumption. We take the Super Saiyan state as our daily basic form, train it, get familiar with it, and overcome it."

"Trunks, what do you think will happen?" Son Gohan looked at Trunks and asked.

Trunks thought for a moment, then said excitedly, "When we transform again, will our strength increase dozens of times again like we have now when we become Super Saiyans?"

Son Gohan: "..." You are really bold. But it is good that your brain has become active.

Son Gohan said, "It's not that exaggerated, but it is certain that we can greatly reduce the consumption of Ki and allow our bodies to withstand greater power. However, this process is definitely difficult. We need to spend a lot of time to adjust and overcome it until we conquer it."

"I'm a little excited after hearing this. Brother Gohan, I'll listen to you and do whatever you say." Trunks slapped his thigh and was very excited.

"Let's eat first," Son Gohan said.

"Ah, okay, I'm a little hungry too." Trunks was stunned for a moment.

After dinner, the two trimmed their hair and started the first round of attempts.

First, they turned into Super Saiyans, and then dispersed their aura. They maintained the state like this. But unfortunately, it ended in failure after a few minutes. After all, after transforming into a Super Saiyan, the mentality will be very irritable and belligerent. But after dissipating the aura, the angry and irritable heart will soon calm down. As the mood calms down, the transformation will automatically dissipate. Therefore, it is difficult to maintain the state, let alone turn this state into a kind of normal day-to-day state.

Time is like flowing water, and a month has passed.

In the square of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, "It's really hard, Brother Gohan, I can't hold on for long," Trunks said, bending over with his hands on his knees.

"Keep practicing." The blond Son Gohan was slowly doing some messy punches. But it looked a little weird to punch with one hand.

Another month later, "Haha, now it's finally much better, I can last most of the day," Trunks laughed.

"You, Trunks, I can hold on for several days. Keep going."

Trunks was like an eggplant hit by frost: "Okay, I will keep going."

...

Six months later, "Brother Gohan, Brother Gohan, I'm used to it now. I can even maintain the Super Saiyan form when I sleep," Trunks said to Son Gohan excitedly.

"Not bad, not bad, Trunks, you have made great progress, I am very pleased." Son Gohan gave him a thumbs up without hesitation.

"It's not easy to get praise from Gohan." Trunks sighed.

Son Gohan just smiled and didn't answer him. Half a year later, Trunks finally succeeded.

 And Son Gohan, in fact, had completed his second stage of training three months ago. Looking back on this period of time, the cooking pot broke, the bowl broke, and the bed broke. It was also a very interesting memory.

If it weren't for the automatic refresh function in this Hyperbolic Time Chamber, the broken bed alone would be enough to make the two of them sad.

In a blink of an eye, a whole year had passed since the master and apprentice entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber for training.

"Brother Gohan, what should we do next?" After finishing the meal, Trunks looked up and asked.

Son Gohan said, "Enter the third stage, consolidate, summarize, review the old and learn the new."

Trunks: "What the hell?"

There is no sun or moon in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and another half a year has passed. Trunks has completely grown into a handsome teen.

But maybe because Vegeta's genes are too strong, Trunks is not that tall. Son Gohan has not changed much; after all, he is already in his early 20s, and his body has long been mature. But a year and a half of exercise still makes him look a little stronger.

The contours of his face are more obvious, and he is handsome with a little cool feeling. The scar on his face adds a wild and uninhibited taste.

Recently, Son Gohan found that his body seemed to have reached a bottleneck period, and his strength growth became very slow. It is almost equivalent to standing still.

He knew that haste makes waste. In the past year and a half, both of them have made great progress. If they are forced to continue training, big problems may arise. It is also important to combine work and rest.

Proper rest is sometimes more effective than rushing all the time. So, Son Gohan stopped forcing it. After seeking Trunks's opinion, the two left the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

Outside the door, Mr. Popo was already standing there. Although his face was dark and no expression could be seen on his face, his surprise could still be felt. He looked at the blond Son Gohan and Trunks and marveled. What a big change! Just standing there gives people a feeling of being unfathomable and untouchable.

Seeing Popo, Son Gohan greeted him, "Mr. Popo, why are you waiting for us at the door?"

Mr. Popo came back to his senses, looked at the master and apprentice and said, "I was worried that you guys would exceed the time limit, so I wanted to come and give you a reminder. I didn't expect you to come out early. Haha, but it's really amazing that you can train in there for a year and a half."

If it weren't for the bottleneck, I could train for two and a half years, Son Gohan thought to himself. But he said, "Thank you, Mr. Popo, for your concern. It's okay in there, but the food is not very good. It would be better if you can prepare some meat next time."

"Yes, I agree," Trunks strongly seconded.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, meat can't be preserved in it. I'll go prepare food for you two, Mr. Gohan and Trunks, wait a moment," Mr. Popo said.

Food? Speaking of food, Son Gohan and Trunks swallowed their saliva frantically. In the past year and a half, they have been eating rice balls and pancakes every day. The two are going crazy. Meat, they want to eat meat, lots and lots of meat. There are several villains in the hearts of the master and the apprentice who are shouting wildly. They feel like they can eat a whole dinosaur now.

A moment later, Mr. Popo prepared a large table of food. The two Saiyans were wolfing down the food like starving ghosts, devouring it all in a whirlwind. The chaotic scene was comparable to a great war. Popo was stunned beside them, shocked beyond words. This scene is quite familiar. It can be traced back to the time when Son Goku lived in the temple to practice.

It has to be said that Mr. Popo, who has lived for endless years, is a very good cook. Son Gohan and Trunks were both five-tenths full.

"Thank you, Mr. Popo, for your hospitality." Trunks thanked him politely. Then, the two of them jumped from the Lookout and fell straight to the human world. The wind whistled in their ears, and they returned to the gray world.

"Trunks, are you full?" Son Gohan asked with his head tilted.

"No, Brother Gohan." Trunks touched his stomach.

"Okay, let's go have a barbecue first, and then we'll go kill the androids after we're full," Son Gohan said with a smile.

"Yeah, okay," Trunks replied.

The two landed in a forest and saw the dinosaurs that can be seen everywhere in the Dragon Ball world.

"Trunks, come on." Son Gohan found a tree and leaned against it.

Trunks understood and rushed out instantly. He randomly picked a lucky dinosaur, gutted it, and grilled it on the fire. After a while, the dinosaur oil was gushing out, the color was golden, and the fragrance filled the forest.

"Brother Gohan, here you go." Trunks, who was busy and sweating, tore off a whole dinosaur leg and handed it to Son Gohan.

"Mm, it smells really good. Let's make up for the past year and a half."

The master and apprentice feasted on the dinosaur, and soon only a bare skeleton was left. At this time, a radio broadcast came from a nearby city.

[Now for the latest news about Android!]

[The town of Taikula, 200 kilometers south of the eastern city, was attacked....]

Hey, it's time to finish it.

The master and apprentice, who had eaten and drunk their fill, began to set off.