Earth, the vast wilderness near Mount Paozu.
Two dazzling golden beams of light rapidly crossed against the azure sky, each collision accompanied by a deafening explosion that tore the clouds below to shreds.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Trunks and Son Goten.
Two small figures, yet at this moment, unleashed a terrifying power completely disproportionate to their size, with golden Super Saiyan aura spreading wildly in the air.
"Ha!"
Trunks let out a shout, his body suddenly accelerating, and he swept a powerful whip kick toward Son Goten's side waist.
Son Goten grinned, crossed his arms, and steadily blocked the attack.
"Bang--!"
With a dull thud, Son Goten was kicked dozens of meters away by the immense force.
" Goten, your transformation is still a bit unstable!"
Trunks didn't give chase. He hovered in mid-air, arms crossed, pointing and gesturing like a little adult.
You almost turned back just now!
"Hehe... I'm still getting used to it..."
Son Goten scratched his head, his signature innocent smile a stark contrast to the violent aura he exuded at that moment.
After this period of "special training," he was finally able to successfully transform into Super Saiyan.
Although the success rate was somewhat disappointing, occasionally during intense battles, the golden aura would suddenly flash, startling Trunks into frantically pulling back his strength.
Just as the two little ones were playfully sparring in the air.
On a small hill below, there were two figures, one large and one small, sitting quietly cross-legged in mid-air.
Son Gohan's eyes were closed, his expression peaceful, and not a trace of his aura was leaking out. He blended perfectly with the surrounding natural environment, as if he were a part of the mountain and the wind.
Beside him, Retasu was also following suit.
He closed his eyes tightly, his small body trying to stand straight, attempting to enter that mysterious meditative state.
But the veins on his forehead were throbbing, clearly indicating that he was feeling extremely uncomfortable.
As expected, it took less than a minute.
Retasu could no longer hold back.
He secretly opened one eye and glanced furtively at Son Gohan beside him.
The other party remained as still as a rock, not moving an inch, their breathing so faint as to be almost imperceptible.
Is this guy... asleep?
Otherwise, how could he sit so quietly for so long...?
Retasu curled his lip.
Although he always puts on a calm and reliable little adult act in front of Trunks and Son Goten, deep down he is still an eight-year-old child.
His childlike nature made it impossible for him to maintain a monotonous sitting posture for an extended period of time, unlike Son Gohan.
Making him sit still is worse than killing him.
"Will this... really make me stronger...?"
Retasu could no longer contain himself and simply gave up.
He landed quietly on the ground and began pacing back and forth around Son Gohan, who was floating in mid-air, his face full of inquiry.
Retasu was always Son Gohan's little tagalong, following him around like a shadow since he was a child.
In his memory, Brother Gohan was always that quiet, bookish nerd who always had a book in his hand.
Back then, Son Gohan hadn't trained much at all, and his Power Level was even weaker than his younger self, who had always been fearless since childhood.
Retasu, relying on his "general father," was fearless in the legion, daring to exchange blows with any expert, big or small.
When he's itching for a beating, he'll even recklessly lash out at Turles himself.
You could say he's a fighting fanatic who's been trained since childhood.
but...
I wonder when it started, Brother Gohan occasionally started training with that green-skinned Uncle Piccolo?
Although the frequency of his training was not particularly high, Retasu could keenly sense that Son Gohan was gradually giving him a different feeling.
Beneath her seemingly calm exterior, something terrifying seems to be lurking...
Yes, he was able to subtly sense that...
" Brother Gohan... has he really gotten really strong...?"
Retasu gently stroked his chin, his youthful face filled with curiosity.
Eager to try...
In those black eyes that resembled Turles's, a flame called "warlike" flickered.
He really wanted to know.
Retasu held his breath.
He reduced his heartbeat and breathing rate to an extremely low level, a stealth technique he had learned from his father's elite subordinates.
With a light touch of her toes on the soft grass, she moved silently toward the figure suspended in mid-air, as if she were a weightless feather.
It's getting closer.
He could clearly see Son Gohan's calm face and the black, tousled hair that fluttered gently in the breeze.
Brother Gohan... actually practicing asceticism?
Still sleeping...
He lowered his body, bent his legs slightly, and tensed his muscles instantly, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, accumulating terrifying power about to erupt.
Now!
A glint of childlike cunning and competitiveness flashed deep within Retasu's eyes, which bore a striking resemblance to Turles's.
"Hey!"
With his right fist clenched, a sharp whooshing sound filled the air as he blasted it straight at the unsuspecting Son Gohan!
The force of the punch whistled, already ruffling the black hair on Son Gohan's forehead.
Retasu couldn't help but let a smile creep up his lips.
However, just as his fist was about to touch the tip of the other's nose...
Son Gohan, who should have been completely unprepared, kept his eyes tightly closed and didn't move an inch.
He simply... gently tilted his head to the left.
Retasu's fist grazed past Son Gohan's cheek, whistling through the air.
It didn't work out.
Retasu remained frozen in mid-air, still in his punching stance.
He clearly saw a faint, composed smile playing at the corners of Son Gohan's tightly closed eyes and mouth.
A feeling of being played instantly surged through Retasu's head!
"Hateful!"
With a roar, his sneak attack instantly transformed into a brazen assault!
Retasu immediately withdrew his right fist, used his waist to twist his entire body in mid-air.
His fists transformed into countless blurry afterimages, pouring down on Son Gohan's body like a raging storm!
A series of deafening explosions resounded over the hill!
Son Gohan remained calm, his eyes tightly closed, and he hovered cross-legged in place!
His upper body resembled willow catkins swaying in the wind, or fallen leaves floating on the water.
It simply swayed and shook as the wind from Retasu's punches blew.
Retasu grew increasingly frustrated as the fight progressed.
"Hahaha..."
After a fierce barrage of attacks, Retasu finally stopped.
He withdrew his attack, floated back more than ten meters, and distanced himself from Son Gohan.
His little face turned bright red.
I don't know if it's out of guilt or resentment.
Just as Retasu was experiencing a huge shock.
The smile on the face of the figure who remained seated with eyes closed seemed to have deepened.
"Hehe, Retasu."
"Although I haven't opened my eyes, I can sense your 'qi' completely!"
Unbeknownst to them, Trunks and Son Goten also witnessed this scene.
"Wow! That's amazing! Big Brother Retasu can't even touch Big Brother Gohan!"
The two little ones looked at each other in bewilderment!
Son Gohan finally opened his eyes, and was about to feel smug when suddenly his pupils dilated!
They were looking in a certain direction!
"What is this gas?!"