Gravity Training Room

Another thirty days had passed. Krillin frowned as he looked at his battle power—only a fifteen-thousand-point increase in thirty days. But there was no helping it. In the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he'd had Kami's ten-times-gravity training clothes plus the chamber's own ten-times gravity, and the environment had been so harsh that his power had grown by seven hundred points daily. Over the past month, living so comfortably, it made sense that his growth had slowed.

"I'll have to ask Dr. Brief to custom-build a Gravity Training Room," Krillin thought.

As one of Earth's top scientists, a Gravity Training Room would be a simple task for Dr. Brief. The only question was how much it would cost. His family was the richest on the planet, so he probably wouldn't charge anything. Krillin scratched his head, mulling it over.

Better not slack off—he'd just fly there at full speed.

West City. Bustling traffic, highways, phantom architecture. Just from this, it was clear the Dragon Ball World had advanced technology. Later androids and the Time Machine proved Earth was a high-tech planet too. Unlike other high-tech worlds, though, Earth's cutting-edge tech was concentrated in only a few hands.

Capsule Corporation was a world-famous top-tier company. Krillin asked a passerby and quickly found its location.

A massive hemisphere sat inverted on the ground, blending illusion and reality, brimming with technological elements. It covered several thousand acres, with a huge capsule logo printed on it.

"Huge!" Krillin couldn't help exclaiming. Damn, rich people really lived it up.

Krillin used the call device at the entrance to summon Bulma: "Bulma! Bulma!"

Before long, Bulma rode over on a flying machine. Krillin waved at her and shouted, "Bulma, over here!"

Up close, Krillin took her in. Blue hair, eyes tinged with blue-violet, a devilishly alluring figure, long legs in a super-short miniskirt that showed off her sexy build.

Krillin slapped his own forehead. "Yeah, that's the Bulma I remember."

"Ha, it's Xiaolin. What do you need from me?" Bulma asked.

"I want your dad to help build a Gravity Training Room."

"Oh, that. Come on in!"

Krillin followed Bulma inside. A robot that looked like a rooster ran over: "Hello, Miss!"

"Damn, that's high-class!"

Krillin walked with Bulma for a while, feeling only one thing: it was like a maze. Couldn't it be a little smaller?

Soon they reached the first-floor courtyard. Exotic flowers and rare plants, a rainbow fountain, rare animals... This...

"Bulma, what's up?" Dr. Brief walked over and asked.

"Dad, Krillin wants you to help build a Gravity Training Room."

"Hello, Dr. Brief. I'm Krillin, a friend of Bulma's."

Dr. Brief looked at Krillin and said, "I heard Bulma's friends are all shorties. You don't really look like a shorty to me!"

Bulma felt a bit awkward, her face flushing slightly. "Is this my real dad? Wait, Krillin seems taller..."

Dr. Brief continued, "A Gravity Training Room? Any specific requirements for its construction?"

"Nothing special. Just hope you can build one with at least a hundred times gravity."

Dr. Brief was startled by the hundred-times gravity. "Are you kidding? A hundred times gravity—if you weigh a hundred pounds, under a hundred times gravity that's 100*100=10,000 pounds. Your body won't handle it."

Krillin grinned. "Dr. Brief, don't worry. I'm a very strong martial artist."

Dr. Brief nodded after hearing that. "Alright then. Come pick it up in half a month. I'll need some time."

Krillin's face lit up with joy as he nodded.

Half a month to kill, and nowhere to go. Krillin's head ached a little. Maybe he could stay at Bulma's place? Nah, forget it. He'd just find some random spot to rough it.

"Bulma, I'll head out now. I'll come back for the Gravity Training Room in half a month." Before Bulma could respond, Krillin flew off. Truth was, he felt a bit uneasy inside—not afraid of Bulma, but of Android 18... and what might happen later...

Bulma was a little speechless. "Why run off like that? We haven't seen each other in so long, and you don't even catch up!"

No choice. He'd just have to rough it at a five-star hotel. Don't ask why—the answer was, he wasn't short on cash. Krillin thought with a twinge of pain.

Krillin arrived at a hotel. Flashing neon lights, resplendent decor. Perfect, he'd go with this one. He cheerfully picked it. The hotel was clean, the room layout flawless, elegant yet cozy, with attentive service that made him incredibly comfortable. It gave Krillin a homey feel—every detail, big or small, was impeccable. The price, naturally...

Time flowed like water. Half a month passed.

Krillin arrived early at Bulma's house. Dr. Brief was making final adjustments, working with meticulous precision. It was hard to connect this serious, rigorous man with that lecherous old man image.

After a long while, Dr. Brief stepped down from the platform. Finally done. He took a deep breath, looking a bit exhausted. He'd probably been working nonstop for a month.

"Xiaolin, give it a try. This Gravity Training Room isn't just for gravity—it also has music, a bathroom, relaxation features..." Dr. Brief rattled on.

Krillin looked at the gravity room. It was a hemisphere inverted on the ground, about half a classroom in size, made of grid-like bricks that looked very sturdy and pressure-resistant.

Krillin walked in. From outside it didn't seem that big, but inside it was very spacious—kitchen, bathroom, training area, everything. Right, Hoi-Poi Capsules used spatial technology; this Gravity Training Room must use it too.

Krillin went to the control panel. On the wall was a tablet-sized switch with simple, clear functions. The first line had Start and Stop. Below were plus and minus signs for adjusting the multiplier, and further down were numbers for directly selecting the multiplier.

Krillin pressed Start and selected 20 times gravity. Immediately, a familiar feeling returned. The sudden jump to twenty times gravity seemed to make the surrounding air much heavier, but that was just an illusion. Krillin raised his Ki, and after two breaths, he readapted to twenty times gravity. Haha, that feeling of accelerated power growth was back.

He increased the gravity, his body growing heavier. He needed more Ki to resist it. Gradually, he pushed it to a hundred times gravity. The air around him turned a dark red. Krillin gathered all his Ki, but moving was still difficult. A smile spread across his face. This was the feeling he wanted.

He pressed the number 1, turned off the Gravity Training Room, and walked out.

"How is it, Xiaolin? Satisfied?" Dr. Brief said with a cigarette in his mouth, smiling at Krillin.

"Doctor, you're a genius. This Gravity Training Room is absolutely perfect." Compliments cost nothing, so Krillin shamelessly laid it on thick.

Sure enough, Dr. Brief's smile widened at Krillin's praise.

Krillin naturally packed the Gravity Training Room into a Hoi-Poi Capsule. As for payment... well... Dr. Brief said he didn't need the money, since Krillin was his daughter's friend.

"Dr. Brief, do you have any Dragon Radars?" Krillin asked.

With the Gravity Training Room ready, it was time to start putting his plan into action step by step.

"I think there's one more at home, I made it on the side when I fixed Goku's radar back then." Let me go look for it.

A moment later...

"Here, for you."

Krillin packed the Dragon Radar into his bag and called out cheerfully to Dr. Brief, "See you later, Doc!"