On the streets of West City, fallen leaves gleamed golden beneath the bleak autumn wind.
But for the enormous Gravity Training Chamber at Elena's house next door to Capsule Corp, things like seasons meant nothing.
There was only eternal roaring and endless sweat.
"Haaahhh!!"
Inside the Gravity Chamber, Vegeta, his brilliant golden hair blazing, was doing one-finger handstand push-ups under 500 times gravity.
Sweat ran down his sharply defined face and evaporated the instant it hit the floor.
Ever since the concept of "full power" had dealt him a crushing blow, the proud Saiyan prince had become obsessed, adopting a schedule that bordered on self-torture.
Up at five in the morning, Gravity Chamber.
Two tons of food at noon, Gravity Chamber.
Get scolded by his wife at night, Gravity Chamber.
As for Trunks?
"Hmph, if a Saiyan boy can't even endure this much loneliness, how will he become a warrior who surpasses me someday?"
Those were Vegeta's exact words.
Though whenever he passed the nursery, he would awkwardly glance inside to make sure the brat was still alive. But that was all.
In his eyes, getting stronger was the only thing that mattered to a Saiyan.
Beep—
Just as Vegeta was getting into his training, the Gravity Chamber's door was suddenly forced open.
"Vegeta! Get out here!!"
Elena stood in the doorway in a red trench coat, hands on her hips. She looked even more terrifying than Frieza.
"What is it now, woman?!"
Vegeta flipped down onto the floor and hurriedly deactivated the gravity, afraid that this idiot woman would stubbornly barge inside. Then he roared in irritation.
"Can't you see that this prince is in the middle of crucial training?!"
"Enough nonsense!"
Elena strode over and grabbed Vegeta by the ear.
Though he was a Super Saiyan, he seemed