Son Gohan was instantly speechless. Marcarita had clearly figured him out—she knew he had no room to turn this around.
And Marcarita was not wrong. He had indeed touched upon a bottleneck, and he desperately wanted to break through it and gain greater power.
Because once he broke through, every current problem would be solved with ease. None of them would be an issue anymore.
"As far as I know, based on the timeline, that Cooler should arrive here in ten days. And I can say with certainty that you are no match for him~." Marcarita spoke again, delivering another heavy blow to Son Gohan's heart.
"I know."
Contrary to Marcarita's expectations, Son Gohan answered calmly, without the slightest hint of agitation.
"Then can you tell me whether you want my help or not?" Marcarita asked again.
Son Gohan truly hated this kind of helpless answer. He did not mind breaking through with someone else's help, but being led around by the nose like this was really unpleasant!
After pondering for a moment, Son Gohan answered, "I refuse!"
He was not throwing a tantrum, nor was it because of his pride. He simply believed that he did not need Marcarita's help.
With talent tied for first in Dragon Ball alongside Broly, he was not afraid. Of course, there was no first in literature and no second in martial arts—who ranked higher or lower would only be known after a fight.
Marcarita's eyes flickered slightly. She raised a hand and brushed aside the hair before her forehead. "Why? I have no ill intentions toward you, and I would not make you do anything you do not wish to do~."
Son Gohan took a deep breath and said, "I'll defeat Cooler myself. I don't need your help."
"I have confidence in myself!"