Another three years have passed.
Capsule Corporation, five hundred meters underground, the latest model Gravity Training Room.
The walls here are made of one of the hardest materials in the universe, "Katchin", which is strong enough to withstand the impact of small planets.
At this moment, the red number on the console is clearly showing "30G".
Under the terrifying gravity that could crush a tank into a discus, a small figure just over one meter tall was walking step by step with a steady pace.
He was wearing a set of black mini nano Battle Suit. Under his short black hair, his eyes shone with a calmness and cunning that did not match his age.
He is the son of Krillin and Bulma, Trunks who is seven years old.
"Zero, bring me my juice. I want it iced."
Trunks stopped and ordered Robot, a trembling housekeeper in the corner.
"Warning... warning... under 30 times gravity... the body structure cannot withstand..."
Robot emits intermittent electronic sounds.
Trunks curled his lips and showed a dark smile that looked exactly like Krillin.
"Trash."
He waved his little hand, and an invisible air flow rolled up the juice glass on the table far away and flew accurately to him.
He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then threw the cup away. The cup was accurately hit by the Ki Blast shot from his other hand in mid-air and turned into powder.
"Clean up."
He gave the final instructions to Robot, and then continued his gravity walking training.
This child has perfectly inherited Krillin's scheming, Bulma's intelligence, and the troublesome "little bully" attribute that results from the combination of the two.
At this moment, Gravity Room's door opened and Krillin walked in.
"Dad!"
When Trunks saw Krillin, he immediately put on an innocent smile on his face and ran over.
Krillin casually lowered the gravity to normal and picked up his son.
"Today's training is over. Guests are coming."
"Guest? Is there anything delicious?"
Trunks licked his lips.
"Yes, there is a kid about the same age as you."
When the two came to the luxurious living room on the ground, they found Goku sitting awkwardly on the sofa, holding a huge fruit plate in his hands and devouring it.
And behind him, a little boy with a watermelon hair wearing a neat little dress,
He was hiding timidly, only daring to reveal one eye to secretly look at this strange place.
He is the son of Goku and Chi-Chi, and Son Gohan is also seven years old.
"Hey, Goku! Long time no see."
Krillin smiled and said hello.
"Krillin!"
When Goku saw Krillin, he immediately put down the fruit plate, ran over happily and gave him a bear hug.
"Your son is so old! He looks very strong! Where is Grandpa Master Roshi? I didn't see him just now."
"I don't know, I guess I went to the beach."
Krillin waved his hand and motioned for Goku to sit down.
Bulma also came over, enthusiastically took Chi-Chi's hand and sat down to chat.
The adults were chatting, but the eyes of the two children met in the air.
Like a little master, Trunks crossed his arms and looked at Gohan from top to bottom.
The boy in front of me is wearing ridiculous clothes and looks as timid as a mouse.
Although the energy on his body was not weak, it was scattered and disorganized, like a ball of towel that had not been wrung out.
Gohan felt uncomfortable looking at him, and grabbed Goku's trouser legs harder, wishing he could hide himself.
"Hey, what's your name?"
Trunks spoke first, with a hint of unquestionable command in his tone.
"I... my name is Son Gohan..."
Gohan's voice is as thin as the chirping of mosquitoes.
"Son Gohan?"
Trunks tilted his head.
"My name is Trunks. Do you want to fight with me?"
"Ah?"
Gohan was startled and waved his hands repeatedly.
"No... don't fight... Mom said it's wrong to fight. You have to be a good, polite boy."
Hearing this, Trunks showed an expression of extreme contempt on his face, which was exactly the same as when Krillin mocked Yamcha.
"My dad said that men who can't even fight are the most useless. What a waste."
"I... I'm not a waste!"
Gohan was stung by the word "waste" and mustered up the courage to retort, but his eyes were red.
The adults' attention was also attracted.
Chi-Chi saw his son being "bullied" and wanted to get up immediately, but was held down by Bulma.
"Let the children resolve matters among themselves."
Bulma said with a smile, but his eyes were shining with the light of watching a good show.
She has absolute confidence in her son's strength.
Krillin watched with great interest. He wanted to see what kind of sparks would be produced when these two children with unlimited potential collided for the first time.
"Not a waste? Then prove it to me!"
Trunks didn't give Gohan a chance to react, and the little figure disappeared instantly.
So fast!
This is the voice of everyone present except Krillin and Goku.
Trunks did not use any "qi", he just exerted the pure physical power inherited from "Saitama Template".
In Gohan's eyes, he only saw a black shadow rushing towards him.
Saiyan's fighting instinct made Gohan subconsciously dodge sideways.