Three years, to martial artists focused on training, were nothing more than the intervals between a few bouts of sleep and waking.
During that long seclusion, the lights in West City's gravity room were almost never turned off. Vegeta trained like a madman under gravity that surpassed ordinary human limits. Kakarot could transform, so why couldn't he, a noble prince? Bulma stayed up day and night in the lab refining that crude time-machine model, while young Trunks reluctantly returned to that devastated future to watch over the final timeline.
Beneath the waterfall on Mount Paozu, the figures of Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo crossed back and forth. Elsewhere, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and Yamcha also poured out sweat in their respective dojos. Even knowing they might not be able to decide the battle, they could not just sit and wait for death.
As for Chen He, over these three years, he had locked himself completely inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and trained in rotation; when the chamber could no longer withstand it, he came out and continued training. He had never relaxed his nerves either.
The three-year deadline arrived right on schedule.
In the southern wilderness, jagged rocks rose everywhere, and a stifling, deathly silence filled the air. When the Z Fighters landed one after another on this wasteland, the marks of time had already shown on each of them.
"They're here." Piccolo's cloak snapped in the gale, his gaze sharp as lightning as he stared fixedly at the two figures slowly descending from the sky.
They were Android 19, a bloated fat man with a face as pale as paper, and an old man wearing a strange hat, with long hair and a sinister gaze—Android 20, the source of all disasters, Dr. Gero.
"Hmph. Just as Trunks said, they have