"I really was being too optimistic. After recovering this time, my strength stayed at its peak, and my body became tougher, but my power didn't increase by much."
The battle was over. Under Dende's treatment, Son Goku's injuries were completely healed.
He'd expected his strength to improve after recovering from such serious injuries, but this time, it hadn't happened.
He was still at the peak of his strength from his fight with Ron—six million in battle power.
That also taught Son Goku that although Saiyans had that kind of ability, it depended on whether they had enough potential to begin with.
"You really were getting ahead of yourself, Son Goku. No matter how incredible your Saiyan abilities are, did you think they wouldn't have limits?" Piccolo said, rolling his eyes at Son Goku.
Son Goku gave an awkward laugh. He knew he'd been too greedy.
"Now that I think about it, you're right, Piccolo. Our strength has been increasing constantly lately. Recovering from injuries and unleashing our potential, on top of having the Grand Elder unlock it, has already drained years' worth of reserves."
Son Goku's words sounded like he was voicing his own thoughts.
For him, it would've been great if his strength had increased, but there was nothing he could do if it hadn't.
If he wanted to grow stronger, all he could do was train harder from now on.
"Good. You understand. Otherwise, you'd end up like Vegeta, relying on this special ability and getting left completely behind." Piccolo didn't mince words.
Son Goku knew that Piccolo's words sounded harsh, but he had his best interests at heart. He was reminding him not to lose sight of what mattered.
"I understand! My strength didn't increase, but I learned a lot from that battle. And I have you