Son Gohan's Training Plan

Trunks' eyes were filled with curiosity as he stepped inside.

Son Gohan followed closely behind him.

Once the two of them were inside, the door to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber closed automatically.

Son Gohan looked back and discovered that there was a wall clock on the door from the inside as well.

It was currently showing exactly 12:00.

However, it moved extremely slowly, not ticking forward for a very long time.

But Son Gohan knew that this did not mean the clock was broken.

Rather, when the clock reached 12:00 again, a year would have passed.

Trunks walked in front, looking full of excitement.

He said, "Brother Gohan, did you hear that? One year in here is only one day outside. Isn't that truly amazing?"

Son Gohan laughed, "Mm, of course I heard it. And it's not just the slow flow of time that makes this place special; you'll find out in a moment."

"What else is there? Brother Gohan, you really know so much," Trunks said.

"I'll tell you in a bit. Let's go check out the living quarters first," Son Gohan said.

I'll let you experience ten times the gravity in a moment, along with those massive temperature swings, and let you enjoy the pleasure of being caught between ice and fire.

Son Gohan decided to give Trunks a surprise.

The living area was located to the right of the entrance.

The quarters were furnished quite simply: two large beds, a wardrobe, and a full-length mirror mounted against the wall.

Walking a bit further in, there were also a bathroom and a toilet.

A massive bathtub was placed inside the bathroom.

Lying in it after being exhausted from training should be incredibly comfortable.

At this moment, Trunks asked, "Brother Gohan, where do you think the water here comes from? And where does it drain to?"

Trunks, that question really has stumped your brother Gohan.

"It probably comes from where it should come from, and goes where it should go."

Trunks: "..."

To the left of the entrance was the kitchen, which, aside from the usual tableware, contained several large vats.

Opening the lids of the vats to take a look:

Inside were water, rice, and flour.

Want meat? Heh, none to be found.

It was just enough to fill one's stomach.

Son Gohan knew that these vats were also somewhat peculiar.

It seemed they would automatically refresh themselves every so often.

It was truly magical.

However, Son Gohan couldn't be bothered to delve into things that defied the laws of physics.

After all, this was a two-dimensional world; what was impossible here?

You probably haven't seen the kind of existence that dares to hammer out a spaceship with nothing but a sledgehammer.

This was all small potatoes.

After looking over the living quarters and the kitchen, Son Gohan waved his hand and said, "Trunks, follow me."

"Alright." Trunks nodded and followed behind Son Gohan, his face full of excitement.

He wondered if he would still be able to smile in a moment.

The two passed through the corridor between the living quarters and the kitchen, arriving in front of a vast, white, empty expanse.

The two stood as if on a white coastline, gazing out into the distance, unable to see an end.

Son Gohan said with a faint smile, "Trunks, go down and take a look."

"Okay!" Trunks answered loudly, then leaped forward, jumping into this white world.

And then, With a "thud," he fell flat on his face.

Trunks gave Son Gohan a resentful look, struggling as he tried to stand up.

But the overwhelming force of 10x gravity struck him, dragging his body relentlessly toward the ground.

Trunks felt as if every cell in his body was being pulled downward.

"Hahaha!" Son Gohan pointed at Trunks and laughed heartily.

"Brother Gohan is such a pain."

Trunks muttered with a pout, a white aura igniting around his body as he slowly stood up.

It was his own carelessness; he had been caught completely off guard, without a single shred of caution.

Otherwise, given Trunks's combat power, he wouldn't have ended up face-planting like that.

"Hahaha, I forgot to tell you, the gravity here is 10 times that of Earth," Son Gohan laughed, stepping into the vast, white expanse of the plaza.

Having prepared in advance, Son Gohan naturally didn't run into any trouble.

He only felt his body grow heavy, making his movements significantly less fluid.

"Brother Gohan knew and didn't tell me beforehand, making me trip—how hateful," Trunks grumbled, still feeling indignant.

"Hahaha, to show respect for the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, what's wrong with giving it a hug?"

As Son Gohan spoke, he felt the surrounding air suddenly turn scorching hot.

Every breath felt like inhaling wisps of flame, constantly searing his internal organs.

But before long, the temperature plummeted.

In just a few breaths, they fell from a furnace into an ice cellar.

The extreme cold made the blood in his veins sluggish.

The breath he exhaled turned into ice crystals in an instant.

Alternating between extreme heat and extreme cold, the cycle was truly terrifying.

Trunks's face flickered between red and white.

"I... I finally understand why Mr. Popo said no one could stay in here for two years. This is life-threatening."

Son Gohan took a few deep breaths of the freezing, scorching air, stretched his limbs, and began throwing punches and kicks that whistled with force, coming to a halt after a few leaps.

He said, "You're right. Such an environment is indeed agonizing, but training in these conditions allows one's strength to skyrocket."

"Ten times the gravity, combined with this extreme heat and cold—even if we did nothing, just living here would cause our combat power to rise continuously."

"So, Trunks, in order to defeat the Androids and become stronger, we should be grateful to have such a training environment."

Trunks stood at attention and said, "Understood, Brother Gohan. I will train hard."

Son Gohan nodded. "Good. Then let's begin, Trunks. Time is tight and the task is heavy; we must race against every second. Let's start the first phase of our training now."

"Right."

"Come, don't transform into a Super Saiyan. Use your full strength to attack me."

Son Gohan had divided this training into three phases.

He knew that both his and Trunks's foundations were too weak.

Therefore, this first phase was to consolidate and strengthen their basic attributes.

These basic attributes included several aspects, divided into base combat power, durability, and combat technique.

All three could be developed simultaneously, as they complemented one another.

Son Gohan intended to spend six months completing this phase.

It didn't matter if it took a little longer.

Only when the foundation is solid can one build a skyscraper upon it.

The saying that sharpening an axe does not delay the work of cutting wood held true here as well.

As for the second phase, Son Gohan's plan was to surpass the Super Saiyan form.

Once the foundation was laid, they would have to start attempting a breakthrough.

One must not only dare to dream but also dare to act and put it into practice.

Only then could they constantly transcend themselves.

If they remained stagnant, believing that the Super Saiyan form was the pinnacle, then they would never become true powerhouses in this lifetime.

Son Gohan also planned to spend six months on this phase.

It was a long time, but there was no other way.

They had no teacher; they could only rely on constant trial and error to prove what was feasible.

By learning lessons from failure and continuously testing new methods, they would persevere.

Constantly failing and constantly summarizing—Son Gohan believed that one day, they would succeed.

Besides, things couldn't get any worse than they already were, and things were already much better than before, weren't they?