Fists Clenched!

Nameless Peninsula, 100 meters beneath the sea.

Son Gohan sat quietly cross-legged on the seabed, his whole body shrouded in a white mist, seemingly blending into the water.

For an ordinary person, this depth was the limit of a free dive. For him, it was merely a stepping stone.

After entering the basics of ki, he had naturally learned to circulate it internally, greatly improving his ability to breathe while underwater.

"At this depth, I'm not under any pressure yet. Looks like I'll have to go deeper!"

Once the initial discomfort of getting into the water had gradually faded, Son Gohan stood and walked along the seabed, heading deeper. His depth continued to increase as he moved straight down.

100 meters!

150 meters!

200 meters!

He had no idea how deep he had gone when the pressure around him suddenly surged. Just as he was about to reach his limit, he stopped.

Then he began throwing punches over and over on the seabed!

The surface was turbulent, while the seabed seemed peaceful. But even there, hidden currents surged. With every punch, he felt the irregular distortions pressing in from all directions.

If an ordinary, healthy adult had descended to this depth, the powerful currents would have torn him apart before long!

After throwing an unknown number of punches, his body gradually grew sluggish, and his stamina rapidly dwindled. Once he had used up the last bit of strength he could control, he released his hold over his body and surged toward the surface.

He had no idea how much time had passed when the sea erupted with a loud "Boom!" and he emerged, his body utterly exhausted.

Looking up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, Son Gohan realized that most of the day had already passed.

His stomach was sending frantic signals, and he couldn't help feeling a little troubled.

"Looks like I'll have to climb Korin Tower as soon as possible. After burning through this much energy, I'll need to eat and digest like crazy. Without Senzu Beans, I don't know how much less effective my training will be."

Son Gohan had always known his own limits. Compared to Son Goku, his strength had never come from being a whole level stronger at birth.

It came from the powerful spiritual energy created by the fusion of two souls.

Under normal circumstances, his brain was far more active than an ordinary person's, so he found it easy to understand various techniques.

But that also came with a problem: he didn't have an unwavering passion for martial arts.

The habits formed by his memories of another life were always influencing him.

They were bad habits he had developed over more than twenty years in his previous life, and they only gradually faded after he had grasped the basics of ki.

Still, he was quite pleased with what he had gained from training underwater.

It was a joy that came from deep within, like someone long trapped in a cage finally returning to nature!

"Never mind. I'll gradually increase the intensity of my training later. There's nothing more important than a good meal. Time to head back and stuff myself!"

He rubbed his empty stomach. Having recovered a little strength, he ran toward Kame House with the Turtle Shell still strapped to his back...

"One, two, one, two! Run and jump!"

Son Gohan silently practiced the so-called Kame Style Breathing Method, feeling a new trickle of strength form in his exhausted body, get used up, then form again. The cycle went on and on. Just as his consciousness began to blur, a girl suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

"Hey, Bulma! What are you doing here?"

He didn't recognize her until he had run closer.

Bulma had been full of anger, but seeing how exhausted Son Gohan looked, she couldn't bring herself to stay mad.

"I was worried about you! Everyone went out early this morning, and when I woke up, the house was already empty. Then everyone came back in the afternoon, but you were still nowhere to be found."

"If that old geezer hadn't said you were safe, I would've gone looking for you ages ago!"

A hint of hurt crept into her voice. They had only just started dating, and their feelings were still growing—they should have been spending all their time wrapped up in each other.

But this kid only cared about training. He'd left his girlfriend behind first thing in the morning.

Even if his body hadn't matured enough for them to do anything intimate, she still needed him to spend time with her!

"I shouldn't have fallen for a brat like you!"

In her old fantasies, her boyfriend would be tall and handsome, carefree but a little wild, mysterious yet steady.

But after just a few months of adventuring with this kid, her heart was full of him, and there was no going back.

The contrast between his childish body and mature mind only made it harder for Bulma to pull away.

Rising slightly onto his toes, Son Gohan patted Bulma's head and comforted her. "It's my fault. Today was my first official day of training, and I got so caught up in it that I neglected you."

"I won't do it again!"

Bulma nodded with satisfaction, wrapped her arms around his, and led him toward the house.

"I'd already made dinner for you. I was just worried because you took so long to come back!"

"You're a rich young lady who's never lifted a finger in her life. You can cook?"

Son Gohan rubbed his nose and wisely swallowed the remark instead of saying it aloud.

But his strange expression and the way he kept seeming to want to say something still caught Bulma's attention. By the time they returned to Kame House, a strange blush had crept across Son Gohan's face.

"Huh? Gohan, why are you blushing?"

Son Goku cheerfully opened the door for Son Gohan and blurted out the question without thinking.

Son Gohan stole a glance at Bulma, who was pouting and sulking, then thought for a moment before forcing an awkward but polite smile.

"I put wax on my face to keep out the cold!"

"Pfft!"

Bulma had only been pretending to be angry, and his bizarre answer finally made her burst out laughing.

"Brat, that face of his is obviously from being scratched by a woman."

Master Roshi took one look and immediately figured out what had happened.

"Master Mutaito, if you know, then don't say it out loud. We can still be master and disciple, can't we?"

Son Gohan scratched his head helplessly and could only mutter under his breath.

What could he do? Everyone here outranked him!

"Pfft! Hahaha!"

Just then, two people suddenly barged in through the door. The moment they saw Son Gohan's face, they both doubled over laughing.

"Hahaha, Gohan's face is hilarious! Did a cat scratch him?"

Krillin nudged Yamcha, who was laughing right beside him.

"..."

"Crack, crack!"

My fists are getting clenched!