Using the Hyperbolic Time Chamber Now Would Be a Waste; Better to Lie Low in the Mountains for Half a Year and Build a Solid Foundation First

Ever since prying the news out of Raditz that Vegeta and his group were already heading for Earth, Gou Kong had felt as though a red-hot branding iron were pressing against his chest, scorching him from within.

He had no way to calculate the timing precisely and could only make rough estimates.

There was not even the shadow of a calendar on this damn mountain. Every time he opened or closed his eyes, all he saw were leaves. He had already spent more than a hundred nights here, and even the monsoon winds blowing past his ears had come around twice. By his count, at least half a year had passed.

He should have grabbed a calendar and stuffed it into his battle suit's inner pocket back then. Now, he had to guess the date by the stars and weather. Truly the ultimate setup for a Saiyan hobo.

It would have been one thing if there was no calendar at home, but his pockets were even emptier than his face. He did not have a single cent in savings.

Sometimes Gou Kong wanted to curse. They had been holed up on this damn mountain for nearly half a year without earning a thing, spending all their time grinding away at training. Their lives were worse than those of the bottom-rung grunts on Planet Vegeta!

What made his scalp tingle even more was Vegeta's progress.

Vegeta's combat power was at least 30,000. At this rate of inflation, by the time he actually reached Earth, he might have soared past 40,000!

If Gou Kong still dreamed of leisurely saving money and taking it easy, then the moment Vegeta landed, one slap would probably turn him into dust.

But making money was not that easy.

The rules of survival on this Earth had