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"Besides doing push-ups, do you do any other training?"

"I also did sit-ups!"

"..."

Piccolo was speechless.

These were all just ordinary exercises.

But never mind; as long as Son Gohan's strength increased enough to handle the Saiyans in half a year, if the boy was stronger than him, then so be it!

"Then, Uncle Piccolo, could you teach me the Special Beam Cannon?"

Although Son Gohan's strength had increased, his repertoire of techniques was still quite limited.

"O-of course I can!"

Piccolo was stunned for a moment before replying.

He hadn't expected Son Gohan to want to learn his Special Beam Cannon.

The Special Beam Cannon was his strongest move at the moment, though it did take a bit too long to charge up.

"Then, Uncle Piccolo, are there any other moves you know? Why don't you teach me those too?"

"Fine! But if I teach you, you have to train hard!"

"Mm!"

Son Gohan nodded.

Seeing this, Piccolo immediately placed two fingers against his forehead, a sphere of golden ki appearing at his fingertips.

After a moment, Piccolo finished gathering his energy and pointed his fingers toward a small mountain peak ahead.

"Special Beam Cannon!"

"Zhew..."

As Piccolo spoke, his fingers unleashed a golden, spiraling energy beam that struck the small mountain peak in front of them.

With a thunderous boom, the small mountain was blasted to pieces.

Under the impact of the explosion, quite a few rocks fell near the two of them.

"How was that?"

Piccolo asked Son Gohan.

"It's alright!"

"What do you mean 'it's alright'? I used this move to kill Raditz!"

His ultimate technique had actually been dismissed by Son Gohan as merely "alright."

"Then... is it very impressive?"

Seeing Son Gohan being so dismissive, Piccolo felt even more annoyed.

"Forget it, forget it! This move isn't very practical anyway; I'll teach you something else instead!"

"Something else?"

"Mm!"

Piccolo nodded.

"The move I'm going to teach you next is called Masenko!"

"Masenko!"

The morning passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was already noon.

Son Gohan found a stray wild boar nearby to serve as his lunch.

After lunch, Son Gohan took a nap on the small mountain peak.

In the afternoon, Piccolo brought Son Gohan to the Lookout.

"Pi... Piccolo Daimao!"

Tien Shinhan and the others, who were training at the Lookout, immediately showed expressions of terror upon seeing Piccolo.

Son Goku was already dead; if Piccolo decided to attack them, there would be no one left to stop him.

Piccolo looked at the terrified expressions of Krillin and the others and immediately wore a look of disdain.

"Rest assured, I won't lay a hand on you until we've defeated the Saiyans!"

"That's a relief!"

Upon hearing this, Krillin immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Krillin!"

Just then, Son Gohan suddenly called out to Krillin.

"Are you Go... Gohan?"

"Mm-hmm!"

Son Gohan nodded.

"And who are Krillin and the others?"

"This is your Uncle Tien Shinhan, Uncle Yamcha, and Uncle Chiaotzu!"

"Uncle Tien Shinhan, Uncle Yamcha, Uncle Chiaotzu!"

Son Gohan greeted the three of them.

"Mm!"

The three of them nodded.

"So, Gohan, Piccolo... Piccolo took you away to train. How is your training going?"

"It's alright!"

"It's alright?"

Piccolo's mouth twitched upon hearing this.

Son Gohan's current strength had already surpassed his own; if Gohan was only "alright," then what did that make him—barely passable?

"What's wrong, Piccolo?"

Krillin asked, watching the changing expression on Piccolo's face.

"No... nothing at all!"

"Is that so! Well, Gohan, you came here today to train, right?"

"No, I just came to see you all, and while I'm at it, I wanted to ask if you had any toiletries!"

"Toiletries? You mean things like toothbrushes?"

"Mm-hmm!"

Son Gohan nodded.

"Then I'll go find Mr. Popo and see if he has any toiletries!"

"Mr. Popo?"

"Mr. Popo is the attendant to the Guardian. Didn't your father ever tell you?"

Yamcha said.

"He did, I just forgot for a moment!"

"I see!"

Just then, the corner of Piccolo's mouth suddenly curled upward.

"Don't you lot want to know how strong this kid is now?"

Yamcha: "Gohan's strength!"

"That's right!"

"Fine, I'd also like to know just how strong Goku's son has become!"

As Yamcha said this, he immediately looked at Son Gohan standing before him.

"What do you say, Gohan? Don't worry, I'll go easy on you!"

"..."

Son Gohan was left speechless.

He didn't know whether to call Yamcha confident or arrogant.

"Go easy on him!"

Piccolo couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing that.

"What... what are you laughing at?"

Seeing Piccolo suddenly laugh, Yamcha immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

"I'm laughing at your stupidity. I'll tell you the truth! Right now, let alone you, even I couldn't beat him!"

"You... you can't beat him!"

Yamcha was shocked.

Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu also wore expressions of disbelief.

It had only been half a year, yet Son Gohan had already surpassed Piccolo.

"That's right!"

Just then, Krillin walked out with Mr. Popo.

Krillin looked at the shocked expressions on Yamcha and the others, looking utterly confused.

"What is wrong with all of you?"

"Krillin, Piccolo just said that Son Gohan's current strength has already surpassed his own!"

Yamcha said.

"What!"

Krillin was shocked.

He had just heard Son Gohan say his strength was merely 'alright,' and assumed he was weaker than them. He never expected that he could actually defeat Piccolo, and yet remained so humble.

However, this was a good thing for them. Firstly, with Son Gohan around, they no longer needed to fear Piccolo, and secondly, with Son Gohan's strength, they had a much better chance of defeating the Saiyans arriving on Earth in half a year.

Thinking of this, a look of great excitement immediately appeared on Krillin's face.

"That's great, Gohan! I never expected you to have already surpassed Piccolo!"

Piccolo let out a cold snort upon hearing this, feeling somewhat displeased.

"Mm!"

Son Gohan nodded.

At this moment, everyone present was basically very happy; the only person who was not happy was Yamcha.

Son Gohan's strength had already surpassed Piccolo's, yet he had just been spouting wild words about going easy on him.

"Then, Uncle Yamcha, how about we don't spar after all?"

"Don't spar? Yamcha, are you going to spar with Gohan?"

Krillin asked.

"That's right! It's fine, Gohan. Even though my strength isn't as good as yours right now, I still want to know just how strong you really are!"

For the sake of his pride, Yamcha feigned a look of indifference.

"Alright then!"

"Mm!"

Yamcha nodded.

Following that, both of them stepped back simultaneously, putting some distance between them.

Seeing this, Piccolo and the others immediately retreated to the sides to avoid interfering in the battle between the two.

"Then, Uncle Yamcha, let's begin!"

"Right!"

Yamcha nodded, and his body surged toward Son Gohan like the wind.