50 Days to Fully Adapt to 500x Earth Gravity

Seeing Vegeta's fanatical expression, Tarble curled his lips and drew in a sharp breath.

Hiss—

Something isn't right!

Is he still the Vegeta I know?

That look in his eyes... it feels like he's going to devour me!

After quickly adjusting his emotions, he feigned confusion and asked, "No way?"

"Big Brother, how could your cultivation speed possibly be slower than mine?"

"You are, after all, the greatest super elite warrior in the history of our Saiyan royal family!"

"How could that be possible?!"

He naturally knew the reason.

However, he had to maintain his persona; even though he knew the truth, he had to pretend he didn't.

It was much better to let others fill in the blanks and piece together the cause and effect themselves than for him to have to explain it!

With a master of overthinking by his side, he didn't have to explain everything himself!

It saved so much trouble!

Vegeta's expression was serious as never before, and his voice rose involuntarily.

"Tarble!"

"I am not joking with you!"

He seemed somewhat annoyed at not being trusted.

Tarble blinked, pretending to be startled, and leaned back slightly, but remained silent.

However, Vegeta being this concerned about his cultivation speed didn't fit the persona he knew at all!

Something is wrong!

That was the first thought that popped into his mind.

Seeing this, Vegeta seemed to realize his behavior had been a bit excessive.

He immediately coughed to clear his throat.

"Ahem!"

"In any case, I have no reason to lie to you."

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know once you've cultivated for a while longer!"

"At your current rate of progress, I estimate that in less than half a year, you will be able to attempt transforming into a Super Saiyan."

Once he finished speaking, he returned to his usual cold, aloof posture.

Even with mealtime approaching, he didn't forget to cross his arms over his chest.

Before Tarble could answer.

Just then, Bulma walked over, carrying steaming, delicious food.

"Vegeta, what's going on with you two?"

"I could hear your loud voice from all the way over there!"

"Can't you two brothers just talk things out properly?"

Vegeta glanced at her, feeling an inexplicable sense of jealousy.

Ever since they returned home, he had noticed that Bulma seemed a bit too enthusiastic toward Tarble.

Last night, while they were lying in bed together, he had asked her about it.

Bulma's reason was simple: she said she was making up for the lack of care shown to his younger brother in the past.

In the end, she even added that Tarble's personality wasn't like a Saiyan's at all, and that he was just like Son Goku.

Lying in the same bed, having her blatantly bring up other men in every other sentence—Vegeta naturally couldn't tolerate that, and he immediately gave Bulma a sound thrashing.

It was a pity that Bulma never learned her lesson.

Today, she was still as enthusiastic toward Tarble as ever.

And so, Vegeta replied stiffly, "It's nothing, and we aren't arguing!"

However.

Bulma didn't seem to believe him and shot him a suspicious look.

Seeing this, the left hand hidden under his arm silently clenched into a fist.

Damn it!

She actually doesn't believe me!

Fortunately.

At this moment, Tarble interjected, "Sister-in-law, we really weren't arguing."

Hearing this, Bulma finally believed him, and a beautiful, elegant smile instantly blossomed on her face, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

"That's good then~"

As she spoke, she even gave Vegeta a thumbs-up in front of everyone.

Afterward, she turned and headed toward the kitchen.

Seeing this, Tarble hurriedly chased after her, "Sister-in-law, let me help you carry the dishes!"

"There's no need, is there? You've been training all day."

"It's fine, it's just carrying some plates; for us Saiyans, that's a piece of cake."

"Giggle, Tarble, you're much more diligent than some people."

The two of them chatted and laughed as they entered the kitchen in the blink of an eye.

When Tarble stood up to follow, Rix also walked in after him.

At the dining table, only the father and son, Vegeta and Trunks, remained.

Vegeta tightened his already clenched left fist once more, turned his head, and scolded Trunks, "Trunks, what are you sitting there like a fool for? Why aren't you going to help your mother carry the dishes!"

Trunks didn't know why, out of the blue, he was suddenly being told to carry dishes.

However, he didn't dare to talk back.

If he did, he would definitely end up getting lectured again.

He didn't want to be lectured.

And so, his little mouth pouted, "Oh."

After responding, he ran toward the kitchen.

Judging by his expression, he was more or less reluctant.

Before long, Bulma's happy voice of praise drifted out from the kitchen—

"Wow!"

"My Trunks knows how to come and help now~"

"Of course, I'm a good boy~"

"Hmph!"

Vegeta let out a cold snort and turned to leave, intending to call Dr. Brief and his wife to dinner.

He was doing this absolutely not because he was jealous!

Absolutely not!

On the way, he continued to rationalize to himself, convinced that his deduction couldn't be wrong.

Rix's training speed was the normal one, perfectly matching the standard for an intermediate-level warrior's talent that he had inferred.

However, the thought that Tarble was in all likelihood the Saiyan warrior with the greatest talent left him feeling conflicted.

But he wanted even more to see just how powerful Tarble's talent truly was after some training!

At the same time, it made him feel the pressure, and he secretly resolved that he must train harder.

The next day.

Tarble and Rix continued to use the Gravity Chamber to train, following the plan to train under 20 times Earth's gravity.

At the end of the day's training, their combat power had increased by 4,600.

And this made Vegeta even more firm in his belief—

Tarble must be the Saiyan warrior with the greatest talent!

This time, Tarble didn't look for excuses to brush it off, generously admitting that perhaps his talent was indeed quite good.

In the days that followed.

Tarble and Rix both persisted in increasing the gravity by 10 times every day to adapt.

Their strength grew with each passing day.

Moreover, with every day that went by, Vegeta became one step more certain of his original hypothesis.

By the day Tarble and Rix had fully adapted to 500 times Earth's gravity, he no longer had a shred of doubt about the fact that Tarble was the most talented Saiyan warrior!

On the day they fully adapted to 500 times gravity, the date had already reached June 28th.

Through arduous training, Tarble's combat power had soared to 2.78 million.

If they had followed a normal training speed, Tarble would only have been at around 500,000.

As for Rix, his combat power was only 500,000.

The moment the two stepped out of the Gravity Chamber, they saw Vegeta and Trunks, father and son, each wearing a scouter.

Clearly, they were waiting to detect their combat power once again.

Tarble and Rix saw this, their expressions remaining as usual.

Because this sort of thing had happened almost every day over the past 50 days.

Of course.

Sometimes, it was around dinner time.

At other times, Bulma would also come to take a look out of curiosity.

The two exited the Gravity Chamber, stood two or three meters apart, and skillfully released their ki.

Beep, beep, beep...

For a moment, the scouters began to clamor.

Once they quieted down, Vegeta and Trunks, father and son, shared a tacit understanding, both wearing expressions that said, "As expected."

"Uncle Tarble, your combat power has reached 2.78 million!"

Trunks shouted out, his tone lacking the astonishment he had shown the first time.