Dende stood where he was, watching the retreating figures of Tarble and the others. He couldn't help sighing softly. "Saiyans really do have incredible talent!"
"Tarble has an air about him that's a lot like Son Goku's, but his talent is much greater."
"Back then, Son Goku had to go through countless hardships before he could become a Super Saiyan."
"Come to think of it, we Namekians owe Son Goku and the others a debt of gratitude..."
Tarble and Licks followed quietly behind Mr. Popo, heading toward the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
Looking at the unremarkable figure ahead, he secretly used the Insight Eye on him.
Mr. Popo's basic information immediately appeared before his eyes.
"Target: Mr. Popo
Race: Divine Attendant Clan
Power Level: 1030"
Divine Attendant Clan?
What the heck was that?
Wasn't Mr. Popo supposed to be some kind of hidden boss?
Tsk!
What a disappointment!
For a moment, his enthusiasm faded.
He'd thought Mr. Popo would turn out to be some kind of big boss.
But that was it?
What a waste of anticipation.
Even though, in the original story, Mr. Popo could withstand attacks from Kid Trunks and Kid Goten, both in Super Saiyan form.
Now, though, it didn't seem like anything special.
After all, there were plenty of inconsistencies in the original story.
Take Dragon Ball Super, for instance: Super Saiyan Blue Son Goku could be seriously injured by a ray gun.
And Krillin and Goku in his base form could both be grazed by ordinary firearms made by Earthlings.
It was ridiculous.
The most ridiculous thing was Mr. Satan. He was an ordinary man with a power level under 100, yet he somehow managed to face enemies without being killed or even seriously injured.
Of course, there were plenty more flaws than that. He couldn't be bothered listing them all.
He quietly deactivated the Insight Eye and followed Mr. Popo without a word.
Soon.
With Mr. Popo leading the way, Tarble and Licks arrived at the entrance to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
"Gentlemen, this is the entrance to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber."
"In principle, each person can spend only two years inside. One year passes inside for every day that passes outside."
"However, if you stay longer than two years and are strong enough, you can break through the time barrier and get out."
"Until you're strong enough, you'd best keep an eye on the time and make sure you leave before it runs out."
"Otherwise, the entrance to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber will disappear."
"At that point, you'll be trapped inside."
"The gravity in there is ten times Earth's, and the climate changes constantly, so be careful."
"All right, that's everything you need to know. Would you like Mr. Popo to prepare food for you?"
Mr. Popo sounded like a recording machine. He calmly and evenly recited a long list of details about the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
"We've brought our own food, so there's no need to trouble you, Mr. Popo."
"Thank you for showing us the way, Mr. Popo."
Even knowing Mr. Popo didn't have any special identity, Tarble still thanked him sincerely.
As the saying went, if you behaved reasonably, you had nothing to worry about. Good manners were part of being reasonable, too.
Of course, there was no need to be polite to rude people.
In response to their thanks, Mr. Popo's face, black as charcoal, remained utterly expressionless.
"Mr. Tarble, there's no need to thank me. Mr. Popo was only following the Guardian's orders."
"Since you don't need Mr. Popo to prepare food, then Mr. Popo will take his leave."
"Once you open the door and go inside, just close it behind you."
After speaking, he bowed slightly, then turned and left without hesitation.
Tarble and Licks: ...
Was he... looking down on us a little?
They watched Mr. Popo leave, feeling a little speechless. Only when he had disappeared completely from sight did they finally look away.
Creak!
Licks opened the door to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
"Your Highness, please go ahead."
"Mm."
Tarble nodded and stepped inside.
Looking into the distance, he saw an endless white expanse stretching before him.
Inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber stood a living quarters of about two hundred square meters.
The moment he stepped onto the floor, the gravity didn't change.
It seemed the ten-times-Earth gravity only applied outside the house.
Without needing to be told, Licks set down the Hoi-Poi Capsule case containing their supplies and took out a Gravity Chamber capsule.
Seeing this, Tarble headed outside first.
By now, he had already trained under five hundred times Earth's gravity. The ten-times-Earth gravity in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber barely affected him.
Still, the atmosphere inside felt oppressive.
Most people would find it difficult to spend two full years in there alone.
"Licks, set up the Gravity Chamber inside the house."
"The area outside the house freezes over when the weather changes."
"It wouldn't be good if the machine got damaged by the cold."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
And so, the two of them began their training.
For the year that followed, Tarble and Licks each took one day off every week.
Although they had only trained for a year, their strength had changed enormously.
With only two hours left before they were due to leave, Licks finally succeeded in becoming a Super Saiyan 3.
"Your Highness, did you see that? I finally broke through to Super Saiyan 3!"
At that moment, Licks was in his Super Saiyan 3 form.
Even after his aura faded, thick bolts of lightning still crackled around him from time to time.
His thick golden hair, long enough to make any woman jealous, reached down to his waist.
His eyebrows had vanished, and his brow ridge jutted out more than it did in his normal form.
He looked fierce, giving off an unmistakable keep-away-from-me vibe.
Then he returned to his normal form, his face alight with excitement.
"Congratulations, Licks!" Tarble said, offering his heartfelt praise.
At the same time, Licks's basic information appeared in his eyes.
"Target: Licks
Race: Saiyan
Power Level: 63.47 billion"
63.47 billion!
His base strength still wasn't as high as Vegeta's, but with his Super Saiyan 3 transformation, he'd already be guaranteed to win.
Of course.
Tarble knew that the Gravity Chamber had been crucial to such a dramatic increase in power.
The next second, a mischievous thought occurred to him:
If Vegeta found out that Licks could become a Super Saiyan 3 too, would he be furious?
Just then, Licks came over, his eyes shining as he offered his sincere thanks.
"Your subordinate is deeply grateful for your guidance, Your Highness!"
"If it weren't for you, your subordinate would never have broken through to Super Saiyan 3!"
"I... I..."
Before he could finish, Tarble waved a hand to stop him. "All right, all right!"
"We're both men. Don't get all sentimental. Hurry up and pack—we're about to leave!"
Hearing that, the respect in Licks's eyes deepened.
He nodded solemnly. "Yes, Your Highness!"
"Please wait a moment. Your subordinate will pack everything up right away!"
After answering, he flashed out of sight.
When he reappeared, he was inside the living quarters, flickering in and out of sight as he moved between the corners.
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