Bottleneck, Then Leaving Seclusion

Trunks asked, "Brother Gohan, then what was that new idea you mentioned earlier?"

At this moment, Son Gohan was like a selfless teacher, answering his student's questions and leading him into a new world.

Son Gohan said, "Trunks, you must remember that no matter what kind of transformation we undergo, our body is the foundation of everything, and it is the most important part."

"Transformation is merely finding the trick to the body, then activating that trick to gain immense power in a short period."

"But only when our own physical constitution is strong enough will the power we unleash be even greater. The stronger the physique, the more power it can withstand."

Trunks nodded as if he half-understood, seemingly realizing why Brother Gohan had insisted on the first stage of training.

He heard Son Gohan continue, "Therefore, we must be diligent and persist in training our bodies, constantly improving our overall physical quality. This way, our power after transforming will be stronger, more stable, and capable of bearing even more force."

"Understood, Brother Gohan." Trunks indicated he had learned his lesson.

Although it felt like Brother Gohan had said a whole lot of repetitive nonsense without getting to the point.

Is everyone like this once they become a teacher?

Help me~

"As for the new direction I mentioned, it naturally relates to our body's base attributes and habits."

Trunks pricked up his ears.

He heard Son Gohan continue, "Now, let's make an assumption: what if we treat the Super Saiyan state as our daily base form, training it, familiarizing ourselves with it, and overcoming it?"

"Trunks, what do you think would happen?" Son Gohan looked at Trunks and asked.

Trunks thought for a moment, then said excitedly, "When we transform again, will our power increase by dozens of times, just like when we turn into Super Saiyans now?"

Son Gohan: "..."

You certainly have a wild imagination.

But not bad, your brain is starting to get active.

Son Gohan said, "It's not that exaggerated, but it will certainly reduce the consumption of ki significantly and allow our bodies to withstand even greater power. However, this process will definitely be difficult; we will need to spend a lot of time honing it, overcoming it, until we conquer it."

"It makes me excited just hearing about it, Brother Gohan. I'll listen to you; whatever you say, we'll do." Trunks slapped his thigh, feeling invigorated.

"Let's eat first," Son Gohan said.

"Ah, right. Now that you mention it, I am a bit hungry." Trunks paused for a moment.

After eating, the two trimmed their hair and began their first round of attempts.

First, they transformed into Super Saiyans, then dispersed the aura around their bodies.

They maintained the state just like that.

But unfortunately, it ended in failure after a few minutes.

After all, once transformed into a Super Saiyan, one's mindset becomes very irritable, short-tempered, and combative.

But once the aura was dispersed, the angry and irritable heart quickly calmed down.

As the mood settled, the transformation automatically dissipated.

Therefore, it was very difficult to maintain the state, let alone turn it into a habit.

Time flowed like water, and a month passed.

On the plaza of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

"It's really hard, Brother Gohan. I can't keep it up for long at all," Trunks said, bending over with his hands on his knees.

"Keep practicing." The golden-haired Son Gohan was slowly performing some chaotic martial arts forms.

It looked a bit strange to be practicing punches with only one hand.

Another month later.

"Haha, it's finally much better now. I can maintain it for most of the day," Trunks laughed heartily.

"Your Brother Gohan can already maintain it for several days. Keep it up."

Trunks looked like a wilted eggplant: "Alright, I'll keep at it."

Six months later.

"Brother Gohan, Brother Gohan, I'm used to it now. I can even maintain the Super Saiyan form while sleeping," Trunks said to Son Gohan as if presenting a treasure.

"Not bad, not bad. Trunks, you've made great progress. Brother Gohan is very pleased." Son Gohan gave him a thumbs up without hesitation.

"It's really not easy to get praise from Brother Gohan," Trunks sighed.

Son Gohan just smiled slightly and didn't answer him.

Half a year had passed, and Trunks had finally achieved success through persistent effort.

As for Son Gohan, he had actually completed his second stage of training three months ago.

Looking back on this period, the cooking pot had shattered, the rice bowl had shattered, and the bed had shattered while sleeping.

It could be considered a very interesting memory.

If not for the automatic restoration feature within the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, the shattered rooms alone would have been enough to leave the pair feeling melancholic.

In the blink of an eye, a full year had passed since the master and apprentice entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to train.

"Brother Gohan, what's next?" Trunks asked, looking up after finishing his meal.

Son Gohan replied, "We enter the third stage: consolidation, summarization, and reviewing the old to learn the new."

Trunks: ???

What on earth was that?

Time held no meaning within the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, and another half-year slipped by.

Trunks had grown into a truly handsome young man.

However, perhaps because Vegeta's genes were simply too dominant, Trunks was not particularly tall.

With a refined face and a physique that looked lean in clothes but muscular without them, he was the quintessential "pretty boy."

Son Gohan had not changed much; after all, he was already in his early twenties, and his body had long since finished developing.

Nevertheless, a year and a half of training had still made him appear more robust.

His facial features had become more defined, adding a cool, sharp edge to his handsome looks.

The scar on his face only served to add a touch of wild, uninhibited charm.

Recently, Son Gohan had discovered that his body seemed to have reached a bottleneck, and his strength was growing at a glacial pace.

It was almost as if he were standing still.

He understood the principle that haste makes waste.

In this year and a half, both of them had made tremendous progress.

If they forced themselves to continue training, it could lead to serious problems.

Balancing work and rest was also of great importance.

Appropriate rest was sometimes more effective than constant, reckless pushing.

Thus, Son Gohan stopped forcing the issue.

After seeking Trunks's opinion, the two left the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

Outside the door, Mr. Popo was already standing there.

Although his face was pitch black and his expressions were unreadable, one could still sense his astonishment.

He looked at the golden-haired Son Gohan and Trunks, clicking his tongue in wonder.

The change was immense!

Just standing there, they gave off an unfathomable, elusive aura, appearing deep and mysterious.

Seeing Mr. Popo, Son Gohan greeted him, "Mr. Popo, why are you waiting for us at the door?"

Mr. Popo snapped back to reality, looked at the master and apprentice, and said:

"I was worried you might exceed the time limit and wanted to come remind you. I didn't expect you to come out a day and a half early. Hehe, but it is truly remarkable that you managed to train inside for a year and a half."

If it weren't for the bottleneck, I could have trained for two and a half years, Son Gohan thought to himself.

Aloud, he said, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Popo. It was fine inside, but the food was lacking. It would be even better if you could prepare some meat next time."

"Exactly," Trunks strongly seconded.

"Hehe, I apologize, but meat cannot be preserved inside. I will go prepare food for you both now. Mr. Gohan and Trunks, please wait a moment," Mr. Popo said.

Food?

At the mention of food, Son Gohan and Trunks began to swallow their saliva frantically.

For the past year and a half, they had eaten nothing but rice balls and flatbread.

Both of them were nearly driven mad.

Meat, they wanted to eat meat—to eat a massive amount of meat.

Deep inside, both master and apprentice had little versions of themselves screaming wildly.

They felt as though they could devour an entire dinosaur right now.

A short while later, Mr. Popo had prepared a massive table of food.

The two Saiyans fell upon it like starving ghosts, devouring everything in sight with a ferocity that rivaled an epic battle.

Mr. Popo stood to the side, stunned and utterly shocked.

This scene was quite familiar.

It took him back to the time when Goku lived on the Lookout to train.

It must be said that Mr. Popo, having lived for endless years, possessed excellent culinary skills; Son Gohan and Trunks both ate until they were half-full.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Mr. Popo." Trunks thanked him very politely.

Following this, the two leaped into the air, jumping down from Kami's Lookout and plummeting straight toward the world below.

The wind howled in their ears as they returned to the gray, gloomy world.

"Trunks, are you full?" Son Gohan asked, turning his head.

"Not really, Gohan-bro." Trunks rubbed his stomach.

"Alright, then let's go grab some barbecue first. Once we're full and satisfied, we'll go take out the Androids." Son Gohan smiled.

"Mm-hmm, sounds good." Trunks replied.

The two landed in a forest and encountered the dinosaurs that could be seen everywhere in the Dragon Ball world.

"Trunks, go for it." Son Gohan found a tree, leaned back comfortably, and gave Trunks a wink.

Trunks understood and lunged forward in an instant.

He randomly selected a lucky dinosaur, gutted it, and set it over a fire to roast.

Before long, the dinosaur meat was sizzling with oil, turning a golden color, and a mouth-watering aroma wafted out, permeating the forest.

"Gohan-bro, here."

Trunks, sweating profusely from his efforts, tore off an entire dinosaur leg and handed it to Son Gohan.

"Mmm, smells great. Let's make up for this past year and a half."

The master and student gorged themselves, and soon, only a bare skeleton remained of the dinosaur.

Just then, A broadcast sounded from a nearby city.

[We are now interrupting with the latest news regarding the Androids!]

[The location just attacked is Taikula Town, 200 kilometers south of the eastern city...]

Heh, looks like work is here.

Fully fed and satisfied, the master and student both wore lopsided grins.