"Pan is so young, and she's already undergoing such harsh training?" Chaya gave Pan a surprised look. Seeing how travel-worn she was, her little face flushed from intense exercise, he could not help asking Son Goku.
"The earlier you start martial arts training, the better. If you miss this period, it'll be too late to build up your foundation."
Chaya nodded. That was indeed true. Martial arts had to be cultivated from childhood.
Whether on Planet Vegeta in the past or on Red Mountain Star now, Saiyan training began not long after birth. He remembered that when he was three, he had already gone with Selyne to distant planets to carry out missions. Those infants with poorer potential had been exiled not long after they were born.
Compared to that, it was understandable for Pan to begin Son Goku's training at her age.
However, Pan was not a pure-blooded Saiyan. She only had one-quarter Saiyan blood, so such high-intensity training could already be called harsh.
For a child Pan's age, training had to be kept within reasonable limits. It could not be too extreme, or a moment of carelessness might leave serious lasting damage. Fortunately, Son Goku himself was an outstanding martial artist and knew how to control the intensity. It would not work if Grandpa Gohan were the one teaching her. Because he had been trained by Piccolo from childhood, Grandpa Gohan's martial arts leaned more toward the methods of the Demon Clan—vicious, fierce, and merciless. Those methods were obviously unsuitable for teaching a little girl.
"Grandpa Chaya..." Pan bowed politely.
"Hahaha, what a polite child." Chaya immediately beamed. It would have been wonderful if Mephia and the others had been this obedient when they were little.
Laughing heartily, he patted Pan on the head and rubbed her hair.