Gravity Training

Regarding gravity training, Son Goku knew its drawbacks like the back of his hand.

Gravity training allows for rapid physical improvement, but if one neglects ki control, combat wisdom, and spiritual awakening, it leads to "pseudo-strength growth." This phenomenon results in increased physical stats while combat instincts and techniques stagnate; trying to compensate for this later requires several times the effort.

Furthermore, if young characters immerse themselves in gravity training too early, it easily creates a distorted growth pattern where combat instincts overwhelm childhood experiences. In the original story, Son Gohan falling from a "genius youth" to a "crisis-driven warrior," and Son Goten and Trunks being able to transform at age seven while unable to socialize normally, all serve as evidence of this.

It was precisely because he understood the pitfalls of gravity training that Son Goku waited until most of the group had completed their training with Master Karin and Mr. Popo before officially launching the Z Fighters' gravity training program.

With the birth of Son Gothao and Son Gochi, he decided to give everyone a grand gift.

Taking Bulma's Dragon Radar, he found Shenron ahead of schedule and wished for several small gravity training rooms and one large gravity training room for the group.

Now, in the backyard of Bulma's Estate, a massive metal structure stood as the large gravity room obtained from the wish! It covered an area of one thousand square meters, could accommodate twenty people training simultaneously, and reached a maximum gravity of 500 times!

The group gathered in front of the large gravity room. Son Goku stood at the entrance and said to those behind him, "Let's go, head inside and give it a try!"

Krillin looked at this large gravity room with a fair amount of emotion.

"Goku's gravity training method! I'm really looking forward to this! Mr. Popo said that for Earthlings, only those who have undergone his special training can truly utilize gravity training; otherwise, it's just pulling up seedlings to help them grow—harmful and useless. But it's different for Saiyans. Goku, that monster, started using gravity training when he was twelve. During those eight months we trained together, even though Goku tried his best to hide it, I'm not an idiot. Goku is like that too—am I really that fragile? Now, I can finally witness gravity training for myself!"

The group walked into the gravity room. There were silver-white metal walls, a concise control console, and every piece of training equipment one could imagine.

Son Goku stood before the console and instructed:

"There are three points regarding training in the gravity room. First, never be too hasty with gravity training. Do not push yourself during the process; in the early stages, you must increase it one level at a time. There is an emergency stop button in the room—if you can't handle it, press it. Second, once you have adapted to the gravity, you must raise your ki control and combat sensitivity to the absolute limit under that current level; only then will you achieve steady improvement. Third, gravity training should only be conducted after training with Mr. Popo, as true control is only developed when your ki is at its weakest."

Seeing everyone nod earnestly to show they had remembered his words, he continued, "Let me give you a taste first. I'm turning on the gravity."

Piccolo took a deep breath and assumed a combat stance. Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, and the others also prepared themselves.

"Ten times gravity, activate!"

"Hum—"

In an instant, Piccolo felt as if a massive mountain had been pressed onto his body!

"Ugh—!!!"

His legs went weak, and he collapsed directly to his knees, his forehead pressed firmly against the floor, unable to move even a single finger!

"So... so heavy..." Piccolo gritted his teeth, his green face flushed bright red.

Krillin and Yamcha let out miserable cries, flattening onto the floor like squashed frogs.

"I... I can't breathe..." Krillin's face turned a liver-like purple.

"Help... help me..." Yamcha's voice was as thin as a mosquito's.

Tien Shinhan knelt on one knee, his three eyes filled with shock, yet he was still barely holding on. Chiaotzu lay on the ground, his small face covered in sweat.

Son Goku watched this scene, sighed, and turned off the gravity.

"It seems... you all need time to adapt."

He walked over to Piccolo and extended a hand: "Are you alright?"

Piccolo swatted his hand away, struggled to his feet on his own, and panted heavily: "Cut... the crap... I... I can still do this..."

"Do what, exactly?" Son Goku shook his head helplessly. "You all should train slowly in this room for now. If you want to go back and train on your own, just find one of Bulma's small gravity training room Hoi-Poi Capsules."

He turned toward the door, then looked back and added: "Remember, don't push yourselves. And remember to go see Master Korin to stock up on Senzu Beans!"

The group lay on the floor, nodding weakly.

Having arranged the training matters for everyone, Son Goku also began his own steady training life.

One year later.

After more than a year of gravity training, the group had basically adapted, and everyone's training speed had accelerated.

Over a year of training had at least tripled everyone's combat power.

Son Goku's improvement was even more massive. In the backyard of Bulma's grand estate, in Son Goku's private training room:

"Hum—"

Son Goku stood in the center of the room, his orange martial arts uniform soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to his well-defined muscular frame.

"Ha!"

He threw a punch, and the air was compressed into a visible white shockwave, leaving a shallow fist print on the specially reinforced metal wall.

"One hundred and fifty times gravity... fully adapted."

"Combat power... roughly around 1.5 million."

After the potential unlock, the growth in combat power is truly rapid. And it seems the higher the gravity level I can adapt to, the deeper my body's potential is drawn out.

The potential unlocked by the Ultra Divine Water, the potential developed by the Grand Elder of Namek, plus the day-in, day-out grueling training over these past few years... my base combat power now far exceeds my own from the same period in the original story.

He felt the surging power within his body and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Outside the gravity room, Bulma held one-year-old Gothao, and Chi-Chi held Gochi's little hand, watching her husband through the reinforced glass.

"Da... da..." Gochi said in a baby voice, his messy black hair sticking up high, his little finger pointing at the figure behind the glass, "Strong..."

"Yes," Chi-Chi smiled gently, crouching down to pick up Gochi and pressing his little face against the glass, "Daddy is the strongest. In the future, Gochi must become as strong as Daddy, okay?"

"Mm!" Gochi nodded vigorously, his little fists clenched tight.

Bulma pushed up her glasses, looked at the numbers displayed on the Gravity Suit, and her mouth twitched: "One hundred and fifty times gravity... that guy can actually move freely, and even has energy left to throw punches. This is no longer human... no, he was never human to begin with."

She paused, as if thinking of something, and suddenly her cheeks flushed, and she let out a soft, embarrassed huff: "Hmph... his muscles are getting firmer by the day..."

"Bulma?" Chi-Chi turned her head in confusion.

"No, nothing!" Bulma waved her hands hurriedly, her face turning even redder.