The half of the Floating Cannon in the air were all turned into scrap metal and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
And the remaining half...
Son Satoshi's figure suddenly stopped.
He stood amidst the sparks and smoke, his silver hair flying, his expression indifferent.
His hands moved with incredible speed, leaving countless afterimages in the air.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Accompanied by a series of crisp switch clicks.
The remaining half of the Floating Cannon were not destroyed.
Instead, he pressed the tiny "emergency stop" button on his back, no bigger than a fingernail, with unparalleled precision.
All the machines lost power at the same time, falling neatly at his feet like rain.
Only the Gravity Generator continued to hum, a reminder that this place was still in a terrifying environment with gravity ten thousand times stronger than normal.
Son Satoshi remained standing, quietly looking at his hands.
He wasn't in a hurry to quit this state.
Instead, he was silently keeping track of the time, sensing the rate at which the Divine Power within his body was draining away.
One minute... two minutes... three minutes...
The feeling of that power spontaneously emerging and the body automatically choosing the optimal solution was simply wonderful.
until...
Son Satoshi glanced at the timer on the wall.
00:05:00
Five minutes.
"Buzz..."
The silver light emanating from its body began to flicker and become unstable.
That's a sign that your mental workload has reached its limit.
"Call..."
He exhaled a breath of stale air.
The silver light on Son Satoshi vanished instantly, and his hair and eyes returned to black.
That sacred and inviolable aura then faded, replaced by a return to the state of " Ultra Instinct - Sign".
However, unlike Goku's first use of it in the original story, he did not suffer a physical breakdown and collapse.
"Smack."
Son Satoshi flashed to the control panel and pressed the red stop button.
"Buzz--"
The Gravity Generator slowly stopped operating, and the terrifying pressure of ten thousand times the normal force vanished instantly.
My body suddenly felt light.
Son Satoshi stretched and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.
He showed no signs of fatigue.
Because the moment he withdrew from the Perfected Ultra Instinct Technique, the [ Horse Talisman ] within his body had already quietly activated.
The fatigue caused by intense mental concentration and physical overload was instantly erased by the healing Divine Power of the Horse Talisman before it could even reach the brain.
His condition instantly returned to full.
"Good."
Son Satoshi clenched his fist.
"Although there are still time constraints, compared to a few months ago..."
Five minutes.
"It has doubled."
"Furthermore, with various Talisman in place, I won't lose my fighting ability after exiting the Ultra Instinct state."
but...
Son Satoshi frowned slightly, trying to rekindle that feeling of Perfected Ultra Instinct.
However, a subtle sense of resistance emanated from deep within my body.
That's a cooling effect at the level of Divine Power rules.
"Really."
Son Satoshi shook his head.
"Although I'm not physically or mentally exhausted, I still can't re-enter that deep connection with the rules of the gods in the short term."
"But that's enough."
"Five minutes of Perfected Ultra Instinct Technique... is enough to instantly kill everything at this stage."
He didn't regret this limitation, because it was far from his limit.
In the world of Dragon Ball, there is no strongest, only stronger.
"But now..."
Son Satoshi glanced at the time.
1 a. m.
"It's time to go back to sleep."
"Otherwise, Bulma will complain again tomorrow morning that she didn't have a pillow to sleep with tonight."
Son Satoshi smiled and quickly cleaned up the mess.
Then, with a flash, he disappeared into the dark Gravity Chamber.
In the West City, the sun shines brightly and a gentle breeze blows.
For this Earth, which has experienced countless crises of destruction and has been saved countless times.
Today is a rare, peaceful day that makes you want to stretch.
For the Son Family and the Vegeta family, today is an even more special day, worthy of being circled in red on the calendar.
Because this is a rare, once-in-a-lifetime family reunion.
Location: Wonder World, the largest integrated amusement park in West City.
Early in the morning, a large group of people appeared at the entrance of the amusement park.
The sheer scale of that lineup was enough to terrify any alien who knew the inside story.
"Haha! This place is so lively!"
Leading the way was an elderly gentleman wearing an orange Tang suit, a round hat, and with a kind face.
He held a string of candied hawthorns in his hand, his eyes narrowing into slits with a smile.
Son Gohan (Grandpa)
This old man, who had already passed away in the original story, is enjoying his twilight years in this timeline thanks to Son Satoshi's intervention.
Although he usually prefers to stay with Taishang Laojun, he ran faster than anyone else when he heard that he was going to take his great-grandchildren out to play today.
"Great-Grandpa! Hurry, hurry! I need to go to the biggest castle!"
Running at the front was a little girl with short light blue hair and wearing a stylish little dress.
Son Bulla.
As the eldest daughter of Son Satoshi and Bulma, she is only eight years old, but she already shows signs of being a "big sister".
"Wait for me, Sister Bulla!"
Behind her, seven-year-old Trunks, dressed in a cool little jacket, tried hard to maintain his cool image, but couldn't help running after her.
At the very back, the two little ones were holding hands, their short legs carrying them closely behind.
Those were six-year-old Son Goten and six-year-old Son Aotian.
" Bulla, Trunks, wait for us!"
This group of children with Saiyan blood walking together, their overflowing energy alone was enough to draw the attention of the surrounding tourists.
"Hey Satoshi, are we really going to spend the whole day playing with these kids?"
At the end of the line, a man in a casual shirt, hands in his pockets, muttered something about displeasure.
His long, straight, golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight.
Although he maintained his Super Saiyan form, he was unusually calm, with no violent aura leaking out, and not even a trace of lightning.
Vegeta.
Moreover, this was Vegeta at the Super Saiyan 2 Full Power, with his control over ki at its absolute limit.
"This is also part of the training, Vegeta."
Walking beside him Son Satoshi, dressed in a casual hoodie, with Bulma and Android 18's bag floating beside him, looking relaxed and carefree.
"The motto of the Turtle Hermit Style is: Exercise well, study well, play well, eat well, and rest well."
"Always keeping your nerves on edge can actually lead to hitting a plateau due to excessive pressure."
"Tch! That same old trick again! It doesn't apply to an elite Saiyan warrior like me."
Vegeta snorted coldly. Although he said he was unwilling, he did not leave. Instead, he would occasionally glance ahead out of the corner of his eye.
There, his wife Elena was holding Trunks ' hand, queuing in front of the carousel.
"Dad! Come here quickly! We want to sit on that!"
Trunks turned around and waved at Vegeta.
"Okay! Don't rush me!"
Vegeta replied impatiently, but his steps quickened.