Power Enhancement and Gravity Ship

The four words "resurrected from the dead" might be hard to accept in other worlds, but in the Dragon Ball world, it is far too normal.

One can hardly call themselves a powerhouse if they haven't died a few times.

Bulma did not continue to press the issue, turning instead to earnest, heartfelt advice:

"As long as you know, don't be so impulsive in the future. Can you defeat two Androids by yourself? Do you have any idea how powerful they are? You're always so reckless. Last time you lost an arm, and this time you almost lost your life."

Son Gohan hunched his shoulders, repeatedly saying yes, yes, yes.

"And you, Trunks, you're already 12 years old. Use your head when you do things; don't just think about killing and charging in. If both of you die, what am I supposed to do?"

Trunks also hunched his shoulders, not daring to talk back.

He snuck a glance at Son Gohan and found that Son Gohan was also secretly looking at him.

The two of them couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Laughing? You can still laugh?"

The two immediately put on serious faces again, burying their heads to gobble down their food.

With two big eaters possessing Saiyan blood, the food on the table was quickly wiped clean.

Stuffed and satisfied.

Son Gohan felt a warmth spreading through his entire body; he could feel his strength recovering rapidly, and he soon broke through his previous bottleneck.

"This, this is the unique talent of the Saiyan bloodline. Every time one recovers from the brink of death, their power increases significantly." Son Gohan clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within his body, and felt inexplicably excited.

He knew this was likely something akin to potential; once it was squeezed dry, it might never return.

Otherwise, Saiyans could simply use this bug to grind their way to invincibility, and there would be no point for other races to even play.

Previously, he had been getting beaten black and blue by No. 18.

But now, perhaps he could go toe-to-toe with her, and if he were bold enough, it wasn't impossible to pin No. 18 down and dominate the fight.

Heh heh.

A sharp glint flashed in Son Gohan's eyes as he imagined the scene of crushing No. 18's head.

But fantasy is just fantasy; Son Gohan didn't actually have the urge to rush out and engage the Androids in hand-to-hand combat right now.

Just kidding.

Beside No. 18, there was still No. 17.

That guy wasn't just some pushover who only knew how to pose; Son Gohan knew that guy's power was even above that of No. 18.

To rush over now would be an act of a brute.

The current Son Gohan cherished his life; without absolute certainty, he had no desire to provoke those two scourges.

In the past, after gaining power, Son Gohan's ego would inflate, as if a portion of his intelligence had been converted into strength, leading to a drop in his IQ.

But after merging with another soul, this flaw had already vanished.

He now not only cherished his life but also possessed a very calm mind.

"Gohan, just stay here for these next few days. Focus on recovering from your injuries and don't go running around, you hear me?"

Bulma said this while tidying up the messy table.

She looked at Son Gohan, and the image of him as a lively, sensible child flashed through her mind, causing a pang of pain in her heart, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Such a youthful and vibrant boy he once was.

Now, only one arm remained, and he carried the safety of the entire world on his shoulders.

How heavy.

Sigh.

"Mm, I understand, Aunt Bulma." Son Gohan nodded and joined Trunks in clearing the dishes.

His eyes darted, and he continued: "Aunt Bulma, didn't Uncle Vegeta have you build a Gravity Room in the past? Is it still around?"

The former Son Gohan certainly wouldn't have known about this, but now, no one knew better than him.

He remembered that Bulma had helped Vegeta modify a spaceship into a Gravity Room.

Vegeta usually trained inside it.

However, the previous Son Gohan was completely ignorant and never utilized it, always wandering outside with Trunks, fumbling in the dark.

But that was hardly surprising; for one, Son Gohan truly didn't know.

And for another, when Son Gohan was nine, all the Z Fighters had died. With no one to teach him and no one to communicate with, the fact that he managed to transform into a Super Saiyan on his own was already heaven-defying.

There were simply too many things Son Gohan didn't know.

Hearing Son Gohan's words, Bulma was stunned for a moment.

Then she said: "There was such a thing. At the time, I modified the spaceship he brought back into a Gravity Room and kept it at the old site of Capsule Corp. But because the Androids once attacked the company, that ship is most likely damaged."

"What are you planning to do?"

Trunks, standing to the side, pricked up his ears.

He was far too curious about the past, especially regarding Vegeta.

What kind of person was his father, really?

Son Gohan said, "Naturally, I want to use a gravity chamber for training. It suddenly occurred to me that if we use a gravity chamber to condition our bodies, perhaps Trunks and I could defeat the Androids much sooner."

"Really?" Bulma's eyes widened.

While she was undoubtedly a genius in technology, she was certainly a novice when it came to martial arts and training.

"Yes, of course." Son Gohan nodded. "I'll go look for one right now and be back soon."

"Gohan, I want to go too," Trunks said with a look of anticipation.

"Alright," Son Gohan agreed.

"Be careful. If you can't find one, I can always make a new one, though materials and equipment are scarce right now, so it might take a while," Bulma cautioned.

"Understood, we'll go take a look and come right back."

Son Gohan and Trunks flew toward the former site of Capsule Corp.

"Gohan, what kind of person was my father, really?"

While in flight, Trunks couldn't help but ask.

"Your father..." Son Gohan pictured Vegeta in his mind, then smiled. "He was a very proud man with a strong competitive spirit."

"Then who was stronger, my father or Goku?" Trunks asked, his face full of longing.

At this moment, Trunks was just like any ordinary child asking others about his father.

Son Gohan glanced at Trunks, unable to bear shattering his fantasy, and smiled. "They were equally strong."

Hearing Son Gohan's words, Trunks beamed. "Hehe, I knew it! Mom says the same thing."

Son Gohan was somewhat surprised. Bulma says the same thing?

Soon, the two arrived at the former site of Capsule Corp.

This place had once been the most prosperous area in West City.

But now, the glory of the past was gone, leaving only ruin and decay.

Looking down from high above, the ground was riddled with craters.

The skyscrapers were severely damaged, with many areas even covered in damp moss.

Son Gohan scanned the area from the air.

He quickly locked onto his target.

"Found it, over there."

A sphere about ten meters in diameter lay crookedly in a crevice; it was almost certainly the spaceship.

Son Gohan and Trunks descended and stood before the sphere.

"It really is that ship," Son Gohan said, pleasantly surprised.

Although the ship was covered in moss and had a large hole in it, there was no doubt it was a spaceship.

Trunks, seeing such a thing for the first time, appeared extremely curious.

He touched it here and there, ending up with his hands covered in moss.

Son Gohan circled the ship.

He finally found a protruding button.

The ship is indeed damaged, Son Gohan thought to himself. I don't know if this capsule button still works, but I have to take it back for Bulma to see. Perhaps she can fix it.

With that thought, Son Gohan pressed the button firmly.

Immediately, the ship began to vibrate, and with a loud BOOM!, a cloud of smoke erupted, leaving behind a single capsule that Son Gohan caught in his hand.

Trunks, who was still touching the ship, was startled.

"Gohan, you could have warned me! You scared me to death."

"Haha, you aren't that timid. Let's go, we'll talk once we get back," Son Gohan laughed, tucking the capsule away.

The two headed back the way they came.