Dragon Ball: I bet my left arm on my future

Trunks asked, "Gohan, what's that new idea you just mentioned?"

At this time, Son Gohan was like a selfless teacher, answering his student's questions and leading him into a new world.

Son Gohan said: "Trunks, you must 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 physical fitness is strong enough, the power we can inspire will be stronger. The stronger the physique, the greater the power we can withstand."

Trunks nodded as if he understood, as if he knew why Gohan had to go through the first stage of training.

All we heard was Son Gohan continuing, "So, we should be diligent and persevere in exercising so that our overall physical quality can be continuously improved. This way, our strength will be stronger and more stable after we transform, and we can also carry more power."

"Got it, Brother Gohan." Trunks said he was taught.

Although it seems like Gohan has been talking a lot of repetitive stuff and hasn't gotten to the point yet.

Is this the case for every teacher?

Help~

"As for the new direction I just mentioned, it is naturally related to the basic properties and habits of our bodies."

Trunks pricked up his ears.

Son Gohan continued, "Let's make an assumption now. We take the Super Saiyan state as our daily basic form, and train with 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, just like when we become Super Saiyans now?"

Sun Wufan: "..."

You really dare to think.

But it’s good, my brain is active now.

Son Gohan said: "It's not that exaggerated, but it is certain that we can greatly reduce the consumption of Qi 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 getting excited just by listening to this, Brother Gohan. I'll listen to you and do whatever you say." Trunks slapped his thigh, very excited.

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

"Ah, okay, come to think of it, 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 he transformed into a Super Saiyan, then he dispersed his aura.

Just maintain the status quo like this.

But unfortunately, it failed after a few minutes.

After all, after transforming into a Super Saiyan, one's mentality will become very violent, irritable, and warlike.

But after the momentum dissipated, the angry and irritable heart quickly calmed down.

As the mood calmed down, the transformation automatically dissipated.

Therefore, it is difficult to maintain the state, let alone turn this state into a habit.

Time flies, and a month has passed.

In the square of the Spirit Time House.

"It's really difficult, Brother Gohan. I can't hold on for long." Trunks said, bending over and supporting his hands on his knees.

"Keep practicing." The blond Son Gohan was slowly throwing some messy punches.

It just looks a bit weird to punch with one hand.

Another month later.

"Haha, it's finally much better now. It can last most of the day." Trunks laughed.

"Your brother Gohan can last for days now, keep it up."

Trunks was like an eggplant hit by frost: "Okay, come on."

……

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 as if he was presenting a treasure.

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

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

Son Gohan just smiled slightly and didn't answer him.

Half a year later, Trunks' goal had finally come to fruition.

In fact, Son Gohan had completed his second stage of training three months ago.

Looking back on this period of time, the cooking pot collapsed, the eating bowl collapsed, and the sleeping bed collapsed.

It’s also a very interesting memory.

If it weren't for the automatic refresh function in this spiritual time house, the broken room alone would be enough to make the two of them melancholy.

Dazzling,

A whole year has passed since the master and disciple entered the Spiritual Time House to practice.

"Brother Gohan, what should we do next?" Trunks asked, looking up after finishing his meal.

Son Gohan said: "Entering the third stage, consolidation, summary, reviewing the old to learn the new."

Trunks: ???

What the hell?

There is no sun or moon in the spiritual time house, and another half a year has passed.

Trunks has grown into a handsome young man.

But perhaps because Vegeta's genes are too strong, Trunks is not very tall.

He has a handsome face. He looks thin when dressed and has muscles when undressed. He is a typical puppy.

Son Gohan hasn't changed much. After all, he is already in his early 20s and his body has long been shaped.

Just a year and a half of training still made him look a little stronger.

The contours of his face became more distinct, and he looked handsome with a hint of coolness.

The scar on his face added a sense of wildness.

Recently,

Son Gohan found that his body seemed to have reached a bottleneck and his strength growth became very slow.

It's almost like standing still.

He knows that more haste makes waste.

In the past year and a half, both of them have made great progress.

If you force yourself to continue practicing, big problems may arise.

It is also very important to combine work and rest.

Sometimes, proper rest is more effective than rushing forward.

So, Son Gohan stopped forcing it.

After seeking Trunks' opinion, the two left the Spirit Time Chamber.

Outside the door, Mr. Bobo was already standing there.

Although his face was dark and no expression could be seen, one could still feel his surprise.

He looked at the blond Son Gohan and Trunks and was amazed.

What a big change!

Just standing there gives people a feeling that it is impossible to see through or touch, and it is unfathomable.

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

Mr. Bobo 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 over to give you a heads up. I didn't expect you to come out a day and a half early. Haha, but it's really amazing that you could actually train in there for a year and a half."

If it weren't for the bottleneck, I could practice for two and a half years, Son Gohan thought to himself.

But he said, "Thank you Mr. Bobo for your concern. It's fine inside, but the food is not very good. It would be better if you could prepare some meat next time."

"That's right." Trunks agreed strongly.

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

food?

Speaking of food, Son Gohan and Trunks swallowed their saliva frantically.

During this year and a half, I ate rice balls and flatbreads every day.

Both of them were going crazy.

Meat, I want to eat meat, lots and lots of meat.

Both the master and the disciple had several villains in their hearts shouting wildly.

They feel like they could eat a whole dinosaur right now.

After a while,

Mr. Bobo prepared a large table of food.

The two Saiyans were wolfing down the food like starving ghosts, devouring it all in a flash. The chaos was like a legendary war.

Bobo was standing there like a fool, shocked beyond words.

This scene is quite familiar.

It can be traced back to the time when Sun Wukong lived in the temple and practiced.

I have to say that Mr. Popo, who has lived for endless years, is a very good cook. Son Gohan and Trunks both ate until they were 50% full.

"Thank you Mr. Popo for your hospitality." Trunks thanked very politely.

Then, the two of them leaped down from the Temple of Heaven and fell straight to the human world.

The wind whistled in my ears, and I returned to the gray world.

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

"No, Gohan brother." Trunks touched his belly.

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

"Yeah, okay." Trunks responded.

The two fell into a forest and saw dinosaurs that were everywhere in the Dragon Ball world.

"Trunks, go ahead." Son Gohan found a tree, leaned against it comfortably, and winked at Trunks.

Trunks understood and rushed out instantly.

He randomly picked a lucky dinosaur, gutted it, and grilled it over a fire.

After a while, the dinosaur oil was emitting golden color and the fragrance filled the forest.

"Gohan-san, here."

Trunks, who was busy and sweating, tore off a whole dinosaur leg and handed it to Son Gohan.

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

The master and disciple feasted on the dinosaur, and soon only a bare skeleton was left.

at this time,

The sound of radio broadcasts came from a nearby city.

[Now insert the latest news about artificial humans! ]

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

Hey, here comes life.

The master and disciple, who had eaten and drunk their fill, had their mouths twisted.

……