A hearty breakfast made Lin Chuan realize once again what it truly meant to be alive.
Back on Planet V3114, he could have eaten his fill, but how could the food there compare with what he had here?
The freshness and variety of the food alone were incomparable.
Thinking back, Lin Chuan remembered how miserable he had been when he first arrived on Planet V3114.
If the spaceship hadn't contained several months' worth of compressed food supplies, and if he hadn't been a Transmigrator who knew how to find food in desperate situations, he would have been dead long ago.
He had to admit he was very lucky. Although the civilization on that planet hadn't reached the spacefaring age, it had developed to roughly the same level as Earth.
Especially when it came to food preservation.
The fact that they could make food last for decades without spoiling showed just how advanced they were.
Unfortunately, that field was truly remarkable, but their progress in other areas was abysmal.
It was only later, through special means, that Lin Chuan learned from the planet's surviving recordings and other information that Planet V3114 was a world plagued by disasters. That was why its scientists had set everything else aside and devoted themselves to finding ways to store more food.
Simply put, the planet's orbit meant it suffered a minor disaster every ten years and a major one every hundred.
Over time, the planet's natives came to realize that food was the most important necessity for their survival.
That was how they came to have such enormous food reserves and such advanced preservation methods.
Even after eating for more than twenty years, Lin Chuan had barely made a dent in the planet's remaining food supplies. And those supplies had survived a meteorite impact.
In short, theirs was a truly unfortunate people.
They had thought that their food reserves would see them through one disaster after another, but they had completely overlooked the threat from beyond their world.
Without the protection of other advanced technology, living beings were utterly fragile.
A gigantic meteorite hundreds of kilometers across struck the planet and wiped out its entire civilization in one fell swoop.
Even those who had taken shelter underground hadn't survived.
Coming back to himself, Lin Chuan put those thoughts aside.
After chatting briefly with Bulma and Son Gohan, he headed with them to an open space in the backyard.
The spacious courtyard even connected to a garden. It was a wonderful place to train.
Of course, Lin Chuan was only going to warm up. He wouldn't go overboard—if he unleashed his power here, he would destroy everything around him.
Bulma didn't stay long. After giving them a few instructions, she went off to take care of other matters.
The spaceship needed to be studied and repaired.
Bulma also needed to learn how to use alien technology.
Besides, she had already started handling many of Capsule Corporation's affairs herself.
It was good that she had her own work to do. Lin Chuan needed some quiet too, so he could think about his plans for the future.
He should have worked all this out last night, but he had fallen asleep instead.
Of course, Lin Chuan already had a few preliminary ideas.
In any case, now that he was living at Bulma's house, he didn't need to worry about any other trivial matters.
He had told Bulma the day before that he wanted her to repair the spaceship and build another one.
She hadn't promised she could definitely do it, but Lin Chuan knew she could—and in the shortest possible time.
He had also brought up the Gravity Training Room during breakfast.
Bulma had never considered it or researched it before.
Now that he had mentioned it, she was interested. She hadn't said she could definitely build one, but Lin Chuan knew it would be a piece of cake for her.
After all, in the Original Work, although Dr. Brief had been the one to create an environment with a hundred times Earth's gravity and incorporate it into a spaceship, Bulma was every bit as capable as her father, if not more so.
Even if she hit a bottleneck, Dr. Brief wouldn't just stand by and refuse to help.
In short, Lin Chuan knew to take things one step at a time.
Scientific breakthroughs, like improvements in strength, needed time to develop.
In the courtyard.
With no one else around, only Lin Chuan and Son Gohan remained.
Knowing that Son Gohan hadn't even done any basic training yet, Lin Chuan couldn't simply start teaching him something right away.
He had Son Gohan watch from the side while he moved around, warming up to get a full sense of his current level of strength.
All he did was throw a few punches, kick, and go through a series of basic exercises.
As for his fighting techniques, he only demonstrated a little.
To be honest, Lin Chuan had picked up and practiced plenty of hand-to-hand combat techniques, but he knew he still wasn't very good. He was only average.
After all, although Lin Chuan had trained constantly on Planet V3114, he had never had an opponent, so his Combat Experience was truly lacking.
Without enough Combat Experience, his ability to improve his techniques was severely limited.
That was one area where Lin Chuan would have to train and grow stronger in the future. The system couldn't grant him that.
Floating in the air, Lin Chuan slowly let out a breath.
After warming up and burning off energy for a good twenty minutes, he had a much clearer sense of how he felt.
The system had raised his strength to over 110,000, but it didn't feel the least bit difficult to control.
On the contrary, the increase in his battle power felt as if it had come from his own training.
"Now that I don't have that worry hanging over me, I won't need to spend so much time on control when I train from now on," Lin Chuan muttered, continuing to plan things out for himself.
If he couldn't control his strength, he would have to spend a great deal of time working on it.
Still, he needed to get used to it. No matter how amazing the system was, he still had to build muscle memory himself.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Chuan slowly descended and landed steadily on the ground.
Before he could say anything, Son Gohan hurried over, his little eyes full of longing.
"Uncle Lin Chuan, c-could you teach me how to fly?" Son Gohan's question caught Lin Chuan by surprise.
The boy was being so proactive—it was completely unexpected.
In the Original Work, Son Gohan at this age—and in Lin Chuan's impression of him—had been timid and fearful, reluctant to try new things.
He had taken the initiative to ask to learn how to fly. Even if that wasn't the same as learning to fight and grow stronger, it was still a breakthrough.
Right! How could I have forgotten? In the Majin Buu Saga, Son Gohan taught Videl how to gather and cultivate her ki, and that was how she learned the Flight Technique. I can just copy that.
And now the boy wants to learn the Flight Technique himself.
A flash of inspiration came to him, and Son Gohan's problem was temporarily solved.
After all, learning the Flight Technique by sensing and controlling his own ki would keep him busy for quite some time.
During that time, Lin Chuan could train himself and wait for Bulma to finish building the spaceship and the Gravity Training Room.
Having made up his mind, Lin Chuan smiled.
"I'm honestly surprised you took the initiative to ask me, Gohan! I can sense that you have tremendous potential inside you, but you don't know how to bring it out."
"Although you're still very young—only four—you need to know that we Saiyans are different from Earthlings!"
"For the next while, I'll guide you in your training. And if you want to learn how to fly, you'll first have to learn how to control your ki."
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