The Gravity Chamber Is Ready

After hearing that, Bulma quickly put on a faint smile.

"No, no. I was just saying, if you were coming, Gohan, you could've told me sooner!"

"Hmph!"

Piccolo snorted.

"Enough talk. Tell us where the Gravity Chamber is!"

Bulma looked displeased.

If it weren't for Son Goku, she wouldn't have helped Son Gohan build a Gravity Chamber.

But even if she was unhappy about it, she still had to help Gohan grow stronger. Otherwise, when the Saiyans came to Earth, who would protect it?

"Then follow me!"

The three nodded.

Bulma immediately led them away.

A little while later, Bulma brought them to a house.

The inside was spacious, with a kitchen, bathroom, and living room.

"Bulma, is this a Gravity Chamber or a house to live in?"

"Of course it's a Gravity Chamber. But you still have to eat and sleep while you train, don't you?"

"That's true!"

"So I turned a house into a Gravity Chamber! The chamber itself is just a little farther ahead!"

"Oh!"

As she spoke, Bulma led the three of them to the Gravity Chamber.

The chamber was very spacious, only a little smaller than the entire area outside. Its floor was covered with synthetic-material "red bricks," and a large machine stood in the very center.

This machine controlled the hundredfold gravity.

"Gohan, this is the Gravity Chamber's control panel. Press the button on the left to increase the gravity by one level. The one on the right decreases it by one level, and the button in the middle resets everything to zero!"

"Okay, I understand, Aunt Bulma!"

"Mm!"

Bulma nodded.

"So, Gohan, are you going to train here at my house, or somewhere else?"

"Somewhere else?"

"Yeah! This Gravity Chamber can be packed into a Hoi-Poi Capsule, so it's very convenient to carry around!"

"I see!"

Son Gohan turned to Piccolo beside him.

"Uncle Piccolo, what do you think?"

"Whatever you want."

"In that case, I'll stay at Aunt Bulma's house!"

Piccolo glanced at Bulma but said nothing.

"Then, Uncle Piccolo, Uncle Krillin, do you want to stay and train with me too?"

"Together?"

Krillin thought for a moment.

"Forget it. I'll train with Tien and the others."

After all... no matter how much they trained, they couldn't surpass Son Gohan.

"What about you, Uncle Piccolo?"

"I'll see."

"Then, Gohan, train hard here. I'll head back to the Lookout."

"Okay, Uncle Krillin. Take care!"

"Mm!"

Krillin nodded.

Bulma said, "Then I'll go out too, okay? I'm not training anyway!"

"Mm!"

Son Gohan nodded.

After the two left, Son Gohan immediately set the gravity to ten times normal.

"Th-this is heavy!"

Piccolo was already wearing weighted clothing, and now the tenfold gravity pressed down on him, making his body feel incredibly heavy.

As he spoke, Piccolo glanced at Son Gohan.

Gohan's expression was unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

"Uncle Piccolo, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine!"

"Then I'll get started!"

As he spoke, Son Gohan began doing one-finger push-ups.

"One, two, three..."

"Ding! Congratulations, Master, for doing one push-up. Combat power +10..."

Seeing this, Piccolo started doing them too.

The morning passed quickly, and before long, it was noon.

That morning, Son Gohan had done ten thousand one-finger push-ups and ten thousand sit-ups.

His combat power had increased by a total of two hundred thousand. Aside from the system's reward, the Saiyan blood within him had also boosted his combat power by tens of thousands through training.

The increase was so small mainly because the morning's training had been far too easy.

"Grrr..."

Son Gohan's stomach growled with hunger.

Just then, Bulma's voice came from outside the Gravity Chamber.

"Gohan, Piccolo, time to eat!"

Son Gohan stopped training at once.

"Uncle Piccolo, it's time to eat!"

"I don't need to eat. You go ahead."

Son Gohan nodded.

"Then, Uncle Piccolo, if you get thirsty, there's water in the kitchen!"

"Okay. Go eat."

Son Gohan nodded and left the Gravity Chamber.

As soon as Son Gohan was gone, Piccolo immediately raised the gravity in the chamber to twenty times normal.

From that morning's training, he knew Son Gohan had set the chamber to ten times gravity so they could train together. Otherwise, Son Gohan could have easily raised it to a hundred times.

"Th-this is heavy!"

As the twentyfold gravity pressed down on him, Piccolo immediately felt an immense weight.

The pressure was so great that he could barely catch his breath.

But when he thought of Son Gohan, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

In the backyard of Bulma's house, Son Gohan was already seated at the dining table.

Bulma's mother, Mrs. Brief, and her father, Dr. Brief, were seated at the table too.

"Bulma, is this Goku's son, Gohan?"

Mrs. Brief asked with a squint and a cheerful smile.

"Yes, Mom!"

"He looks so much like Goku did when he was little!"

Dr. Brief said, "That's right!"

"Come on, Gohan, eat up! Don't be shy—have as much as you want!"

After hearing that, Son Gohan immediately picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

"Chomp, chomp, chomp..."

Before long, the food on the table vanished into Son Gohan's stomach like a whirlwind.

Bulma's eyes widened.

She had guessed that Son Gohan, being a Saiyan, had a huge appetite, but she hadn't expected that at only five years old, he would already eat just as much as Son Goku had back then.

He was practically a copy of Son Goku.

Mrs. Brief was delighted to see it and laughed happily.

The more Son Gohan ate, the more it showed how delicious her cooking was.

"Burp!"

After a while, Son Gohan let out a huge burp.

Seeing him like this, Bulma could hardly believe he was the same Son Gohan she had known before.

"Um... Gohan, during the past six months of training, what did Piccolo feed you?"

"Apples, dinosaur meat, wild boar... basically whatever we could find in the mountains!"

"D-Dinosaurs?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Nothing. I was just surprised! Did Piccolo give you the dinosaur meat, or did you hunt a dinosaur yourself?"

"No. A dinosaur chased me, so I cut off its tail!"

"I see! Krillin told me you're really strong now, and that even Piccolo can't beat you. Is that true?"

"Mm!"

Son Gohan nodded.

"That's wonderful!"

Bulma sprang to her feet, overjoyed.

"Then I won't have to be afraid of that guy Piccolo with you around. Come to think of it, his face really is a little scary!"

"Um... Aunt Bulma, Uncle Piccolo is a good person. He just looks a little fierce!"