Three Days Later, Son Goku Requests Battle

And so, it was settled.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, Krillin and Bulma did not set off for Earth immediately.

It was for no other reason than Ron's reminder; they realized that the Frieza Force's starship was still docked on Namek. Consequently, Bulma spent time carefully examining the Frieza Force's flagship.

Relying on her brilliant mind, it took her less than three days to dismantle everything of value, preparing to bring it back to Earth for a thorough study.

In addition, she naturally packed up the ship's systems and copied all the data stored within the vessel.

To the uninitiated, this information would look like useless gibberish, but to Bulma, it was a treasure trove.

If she could fully grasp it, it would play a vital role in the technological development of Earth.

Once she mastered such cutting-edge technology, it would mean she held the lifeblood of the entire planet in her hands.

By then, the Capsule Corporation would truly become the number one capital power on Earth, one that no one could shake.

Of course, Bulma wasn't actually that shallow.

Even if she loved wealth, she was, at her core, a super genius who loved research.

She hungered for more knowledge and longed to explore fields she had never touched before.

Only after she had finished loading everything of value did Bulma and Krillin bid farewell to everyone and board the ship.

Afterward, under the watchful eyes of the group, they departed from Namek.

The return trip to Earth was calculated to take only six days.

Truth be told, when Vegeta first learned of this data, he was incredibly shocked.

Even though the distance from Earth to Namek wasn't vast, six days was a duration no ordinary starship could achieve.

Not even the Frieza Force's ships—only the flagship possessed such cruising speed.

The individual pods they had used in the past required at least ten days.

He was astonished by the level of Earth's aerospace technology and how it had suddenly reached such heights.

He would never know that Earth possessed a hidden super-cheat in Dr. Brief.

You only needed to give him a few suggestions and ideas, and he could create them out of thin air.

Furthermore, Dr. Brief had obtained the wreckage of two starships, especially the remains of Raditz's ship, which had provided immense convenience for upgrading the new vessel.

"Alright, now that Bulma and Krillin have left, it's time to truly begin our new training!" After seeing them off, Son Goku refocused his mind and spoke to Son Gohan and Piccolo beside him.

They had been training over the past three days, but everyone had been relatively restrained.

They were mostly absorbing the combat experience and insights gained from the battle against Frieza.

It was worth noting that everyone's strength had indeed improved significantly.

This was mainly because the Grand Elder had helped unlock their potential before he passed away; the effects didn't seem to be a one-time boost, but rather a continuous process.

Even if the strength wasn't surging as explosively as it had during the initial unlocking, the steady growth provided a satisfying feeling of constant improvement.

"So, how are we going to train to get stronger next, Dad?" Son Gohan asked, standing beside Son Goku.

In the past, training under Uncle Piccolo had followed a structured plan.

Even though much of it was about tempering his will to survive, that brutal struggle had indeed ignited his potential, allowing him to surpass his limits time and again, which led to the strength he possessed later.

Of course, Piccolo had taught him quite a lot—not just combat skills, but various special techniques as well.

Most importantly, he had taught him that everyone had their own unique way of fighting.

One could learn from the experiences of predecessors, but one should not live as someone else.

Piccolo glanced sideways at Son Goku, arms crossed, maintaining the look of a spectator.

He knew exactly what kind of person Son Goku was; he only knew how to bury his head in his own training—how could he possibly teach others?

Otherwise, Son Gohan wouldn't have been raised the way he was in his early years.

However, he was also curious about Son Goku's next move.

Though no one said it aloud, everyone had a very clear goal in mind.

Especially after seeing the look Son Goku was giving Ron right now—wasn't that the look of someone wanting to ask for pointers?

"Gohan, I've already thought about our subsequent training, but before that, I need to verify the strength I have now," Son Goku said to Son Gohan with a smile, his eyes remaining fixed on Ron.

How could Ron not feel the fighting spirit transmitted by his gaze? The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he spoke up, "What? You've only just improved your strength a little, and you already want to challenge me?"

"Heh heh! I know I'm no match for you, but after getting a boost in power, my hands are itching to spar with you! Of course, I mean fighting you without you turning into a Super Saiyan; that, in itself, is a form of training for me." Son Goku raised his hand to rub under his nose as he spoke.

These words instantly changed the atmosphere.

Everyone remained silent, watching quietly.

"Besides, we reached a consensus before, didn't we? We teach each other our techniques, and learning through combat is also a form of training, wouldn't you agree?" Son Goku added.

Indeed, he was right.

No one could refute this point.

The fact that their strength had reached its current level was inseparable from constant combat.

Hearing this, Ron nodded, acknowledging Son Goku's words.

Without further hesitation, Ron spoke up: "Very well. Since that's the case, let's have a match. I'll take the opportunity to stretch my limbs and see what you're truly capable of. I hope you won't disappoint me, Kakarot."

After saying this, the corners of Ron's mouth curled even higher.

Anyone unfamiliar with him would surely have been angered by such a teasing tone and choice of words.

After all, it was quite condescending.

Son Goku, however, was not annoyed in the slightest; given Ron's undeniable strength, there was nothing wrong with him speaking that way.

Even if it felt uncomfortable, dignity was something that had to be reclaimed through one's own strength.

"Hehe! Then let's do it, Ron!"

Son Goku shouted excitedly, leaping into the air and jumping toward the island behind them.

He was creating distance and clearing a space to unleash his power.

After all, there were others present.

Piccolo and Gohan would be fine, but there were other Namekians here as well.

While the Namekians with some combat ability could generally fend for themselves and ensure their own safety, the concern lay with the elderly and the weak.

For instance, Mulin, the new Grand Elder, along with several other aged elders, as well as Dende and the children around his age.

These individuals were weak.

Since they were going to fight, they would certainly be going all out, so he took the initiative to move away to prevent any accidents.

Understanding his intent, Ron utilized flight to rise slowly and arrived on the neighboring island as well.