50 Days to Fully Adapt to 500x Earth Gravity

Seeing Vegeta's fanatical expression, Tarble grimaced and drew a sharp breath.

Hiss—

Something's not right!

Is he even the same Vegeta I used to know?

That look in his eyes... it feels like he's going to devour me!

After quickly adjusting his emotions, he feigned confusion and asked, "No way?"

"Big brother, how could your training speed possibly be slower than mine?"

"You are, after all, the most talented Super Elite Warrior in the history of our Royal Saiyans!"

"How could that be possible?!"

He naturally knew the reason why.

However, he had to maintain his persona; even though he knew the truth, he had to pretend he didn't.

It was much better to let others fill in the blanks and piece together the cause and effect themselves than to have to explain it all!

With a master of overthinking by his side, he didn't have to explain everything himself!

It saved so much trouble!

Vegeta's expression was serious as never before, and his voice involuntarily rose a notch.

"Tarble!"

"I am not joking with you!"

He seemed somewhat annoyed at not being trusted.

Tarble blinked, pretending to be startled, and leaned back slightly, but remained silent.

However, Vegeta being this concerned about his training speed didn't fit the character profile he had gathered at all!

Something was off!

That was the first thought that popped into his head.

Seeing this, Vegeta seemed to realize his behavior had been a bit excessive.

He immediately coughed to clear his throat.

"Ahem!"

"In any case, I have no reason to lie to you."

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know once you've trained for a while longer!"

"At your current rate of progress, I estimate it won't take more than half a year before you can attempt to transform into a Super Saiyan."

Once he finished speaking, he returned to his usual cold, aloof posture.

Even with mealtime approaching, he didn't forget to cross his arms over his chest.

Before Tarble could answer.

Just then, Bulma walked over, carrying steaming, delicious food.

"Vegeta, what's going on with you two?"

"I could hear your loud voice from all the way over there!"

"Can't you two brothers just talk things out properly?"

Vegeta glanced at her, feeling an inexplicable pang of jealousy.

Ever since they returned home, he had noticed that Bulma seemed a bit too enthusiastic toward Tarble.

Last night, while they were lying in bed together, he had asked her about it.

Bulma's reason was simple: she said she was making up for the lack of affection shown to his younger brother in the past.

In the end, she even added that Tarble's personality didn't seem like a Saiyan's at all, much like Son Goku's.

Lying in the same bed, having her blatantly bring up other men in every other sentence—Vegeta naturally couldn't stand it, and he immediately gave Bulma a sound thrashing.

It was a pity that Bulma never learned her lesson.

Today, she was just as enthusiastic toward Tarble as ever.

Consequently, Vegeta replied stiffly, "It's nothing, and we aren't arguing!"

However.

Bulma didn't seem to believe him and shot him a suspicious look.

Seeing this, Vegeta's left hand, hidden under his arm, silently clenched into a fist.

Damn it!

She actually doesn't believe me!

Fortunately.

At this moment, Tarble interjected, "Sister-in-law, we really weren't arguing."

Upon hearing this, Bulma finally believed him, and a beautiful, elegant smile instantly appeared on her face, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

"That's good~"

As she spoke, she even gave Vegeta a thumbs-up in front of everyone.

Then, she turned and headed towards the kitchen.

Seeing this, Tarble quickly followed, "Sister-in-law, let me help you carry the dishes!"

"No need, right? You've been training all day."

"It's fine, just carrying plates. For us Saiyans, it's a piece of cake."

"Hehe, Tarble, you're much more diligent than some people."

The two chatted and laughed, entering the kitchen in the blink of an eye.

As Tarble moved, Licks also followed him in.

At the dining table, only Vegeta and Trunks, father and son, remained.

Vegeta tightened his already clenched left fist again and turned to scold Trunks, "Trunks, what are you sitting there foolishly for? Hurry up and help your mother bring the dishes over!"

Trunks didn't understand why he was suddenly being asked to fetch dishes out of the blue.

However, he didn't dare to talk back.

Otherwise, he would definitely be scolded again.

He didn't want to be scolded.

So, he pouted, "Oh."

After a single "oh," he ran towards the kitchen.

Judging by his demeanor, he was somewhat reluctant.

Not long after, Bulma's happy praise could be heard from the kitchen--

"Wow!"

"My Trunks is helping out~"

"Of course, I'm a good kid~"

"Hmph!"

Vegeta snorted coldly and turned to leave, intending to call Dr. Brief and his wife to come for dinner.

He was absolutely not doing this out of jealousy!

Absolutely not!

Along the way, he was still imagining things, believing that his guess would definitely be correct.

Licks's training speed was normal, completely fitting his deduced standard for a mid-level warrior's talent.

However, when he thought that Tarble was most likely the Saiyan warrior with the strongest talent, his heart felt complicated.

But he wanted to see how powerful Tarble's talent truly was after training even more!

At the same time, it also put pressure on him, and he secretly resolved to train hard.

The next day.

Tarble and Licks continued to train in the Gravity Chamber, following the plan to train under 20 times Earth's gravity.

After a day of training, their combat power increased by 4600.

This made Vegeta even more convinced of his idea--

Tarble must be the Saiyan warrior with the strongest talent!

This time, Tarble didn't make any more excuses and generously admitted that his talent might indeed be quite good.

In the following days.

Tarble and Licks persisted in increasing the gravity by 10 times each day to adapt.

Their strength also grew day by day.

And with each passing day, Vegeta's original guess became more firmly established.

By the day Tarble and Licks fully adapted to 500 times Earth's gravity, he no longer doubted the fact that Tarble was the Saiyan warrior with the strongest talent!

The day they fully adapted to 500 times gravity was June 28th.

After arduous training, Tarble's combat power soared to 2.78 million.

If it were based on normal training speed, Tarble would only have around 500,000.

Licks's power level was only 500,000.

As soon as the two walked out of the Gravity Chamber, they saw Vegeta and Trunks, father and son, each wearing a Scouter.

Clearly, they were waiting to measure their power levels again.

Tarble and Licks showed no change in expression.

This was because such an event had happened almost every day for the past fifty days.

Of course.

Sometimes it was before or after dinner.

Sometimes Bulma would also come to watch out of curiosity.

The two exited the Gravity Chamber and stopped a few meters apart, skillfully releasing their ki.

Beep, beep, beep...

The Scouters began to blare.

After they quieted down, Vegeta and Trunks, father and son, shared a look of "as expected."

"Uncle Tarble, your power has reached 2.78 million!"

Trunks shouted, his tone no longer as surprised as the first time.