Journey to New Namek

Watching Goku and his son leave, Piccolo immediately turned around, resolved to enter the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and train for a year.

His current strength could no longer keep up with the intense battles ahead. Only by secluding himself for rigorous training could he hope to gain a chance to catch up.

Tien Shinhan, however, gently shook his head and tactfully declined this opportunity to train.

He knew full well that the gap in talent between himself and Goku, Vegeta, and the others was already enormous. Even if he entered the Time Chamber and trained relentlessly, it would be difficult to achieve a qualitative breakthrough. The gains would be negligible.

Malvis keenly saw through the constraints in Tien Shinhan's heart.

He was trapped in self-doubt, constantly fixating on Goku and the others' dazzling strength and denying himself, while forgetting the hardships and transformations he had endured along the way.

Though he lacked the talent of the top Saiyans, Tien Shinhan's strength had long since surpassed that of most beings in the universe. He simply had never truly acknowledged his own power.

Malvis slowly stepped forward and lightly patted Tien Shinhan on the shoulder. "Tien Shinhan, never underestimate yourself like that. Everyone has their own pace of growth. There's no need to compare yourself to Goku and the others. You possess qualities that are uniquely yours; all you need to do is keep surpassing yourself. Rather than sitting here waiting helplessly and wasting time, why not give it a try? You might gain something unexpected."

Those words struck Tien Shinhan like a bolt of enlightenment, instantly waking him up.

The original purpose behind his day-and-night training surged back into his heart. He had never trained to compete with others, but to break through his own limits.

Looking back on his journey, he truly had long since surpassed ordinary people. It was only the constant comparisons that had worn away his fighting spirit and confidence.

Tien Shinhan clenched his fists, fiery determination blazing once more in his eyes. "Thank you for waking me up, Lord Malvis. I don't know when I started comparing myself to others and competing against them, only to forget my original purpose. All right, I've decided—I'm entering the Hyperbolic Time Chamber too!"

Piccolo turned his head and gave him a faint glance, then nodded slightly. Without another word, he turned and strode toward the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, his steps steady and resolute.

Tien Shinhan took a deep breath as he watched Piccolo's back, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and followed close behind.

Though the road ahead was certain to be filled with hardship and trials, he no longer feared it.

He silently swore that during this year of grueling training, he would break through his limits and improve his strength, striving to stand forward at the coming Cell Games and contribute what he could as a martial artist.

As Malvis watched Tien Shinhan enter the Time Chamber, a glimmer flashed in his eyes. He had already foreseen the quiet rise of a top Earthling martial artist.

"Tch, it doesn't matter whether they go in or not. As long as I enter one more time, I can take care of Cell by myself." Vegeta looked in the direction the two had gone, his tone carrying its usual arrogance and confidence.

"Vegeta, you've improved a lot lately! I have high hopes for you." Malvis looked at him, his words carrying a deeper meaning. He was not only acknowledging Vegeta's breakthrough in strength, but also tacitly approving of his increasingly restrained violent nature.

"Of course. I am the Prince of Saiyans. Once I go in again, I'll surpass everyone." Vegeta raised his eyes to meet Malvis's gaze. Though his attitude remained proud and defiant, it was far more restrained than before, with a trace more reverence.

A day passed in the blink of an eye, time flying like a galloping horse. The doors of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber slowly opened, and Piccolo and Tien Shinhan emerged side by side. Their auras were calm and weighty, completely different from before they had entered. Their greatly improved strength was plainly visible.

Vegeta, who had long been unable to contain himself, immediately stepped forward. As he passed the two, he made no attempt to hide his mockery. "What happened? You haven't changed at all! Were you taking naps in there?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he rushed into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber without looking back.

As the stone door slowly closed, he still maintained his disdainful, self-assured demeanor. But the instant the door shut completely, the smile on his face vanished. His expression turned dark and tense, and his body even trembled slightly. Deep down, his confidence had already begun to crack.

"Trunks, once Vegeta comes out, our training will begin. Get yourself ready." Malvis turned to Trunks beside him.

"Yes! Understood, Lord Malvis." Trunks answered solemnly.

While they waited for Vegeta to emerge, Goku suddenly appeared using Instant Transmission.

After briefly exchanging greetings with everyone, he immediately asked Piccolo whether he could undo his fusion with Kami.

Ever since the two had fused, Earth's Dragon Balls had disappeared as well. He urgently needed to revive the innocent humans slaughtered by Cell.

"I know what you're thinking, but unfortunately, once Kami and I fused, it became impossible for us to separate into two people again. If that weren't the case, I wouldn't have hesitated over fusing for so long."

"Is that so? So there really isn't a way... That makes sense." Goku was briefly disappointed, but then changed the subject. "I heard from Gohan that some Namekians survived. What planet did they go to? I want to find them as soon as possible."

"What?"

"If possible, I want to find a Namekian among them who can stay on Earth. That way, the seven Dragon Balls and Kami can come back to life, right?"

"That's a good idea. I know where they are. I'll take you there." Malvis spoke up at the right moment, then looked at Trunks on the steps. "Trunks, you should come too. Familiarize yourself with the location. When you return to your timeline, you can visit them as well. Maybe you'll even be able to revive some of the people who died in the war."

"Really? Thank you, Lord Malvis!" Goku's eyes instantly lit up with delight.

Trunks froze for a moment, then his voice trembled with anticipation. "Really, Lord Malvis? Then Brother Gohan and the others..."

He instantly thought of all those who had died tragically in the future timeline—Gohan and his father, Vegeta. If they could be revived, his mother and Aunt Chi-Chi would surely be overjoyed.

"But... they've been dead for a long time already. Can they still be revived? Maybe some of them have already reincarnated." In an instant, Trunks was overcome with a hint of disappointment again.

"It's all right. Righteous martial artists can remain in the Underworld and continue training, so Brother Gohan and the others should still be there. As for Vegeta—with Goku in the Underworld, he probably wouldn't be willing to reincarnate so easily. Maybe they're together right now." Malvis put his mind at ease.

Given Vegeta's temperament back then, he might not have reincarnated at all, and it would not have been so easy for him to do so—otherwise, there would have been no need to send Frieza to Heaven. They could have simply made him reincarnate.

"Mm, thank you, Lord Malvis!" Trunks hurried forward and bowed deeply in thanks.

"Then let's go. Piccolo, you're coming too. Go see your fellow Namekians." Malvis had everyone hold hands, then flashed away, taking them all from Kami's Lookout in an instant.