...
Morning arrived on the second day.
After washing up, Gran stepped out of one of the rooms.
The house had been created by Bulma using a Capsule. Future Bulma and the others no longer lived underground—they had all moved in together.
Gran entered the dining room. He had originally intended to prepare something to eat himself, but this time there was no need. The two Bulmas had already gotten up early and made breakfast.
Gran said nothing. After finishing his meal, he led Son Gohan and Trunks out of the dining hall.
"You know what I'm about to do, don't you?" Gran asked as he looked at them.
"We know."
Gohan bowed respectfully.
"Lord Gran intends to guide our training. We leave ourselves in your hands!"
Trunks also bowed deeply.
"Please, Lord Gran!"
Future Bulma stood nearby, her heart surging with emotion. She knew that her Earth was finally about to be saved.
"Very good."
Gran clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly:
"From this moment onward, I will put you through training worthy of hell itself. The process will be painful. I hope the two of you can endure it."
Hellish training?
Gohan shook his head.
For years, he had already lived in hell.
There could not possibly be anything more painful than that.
"Lord Gran, if it means killing those two Androids, then let alone a little suffering—even if you asked me to die, I would do it!"
Gohan clenched his fist, his gaze terrifyingly resolute.
Beside him, Trunks nodded in agreement.
"Then come with me. I'm taking you somewhere special. It is the best place for your training."
Gran was just about to rise into the air when he suddenly thought of something and turned toward the two Bulmas.
"You two should come as well. Better that than being ambushed by those Androids while we're gone."
In truth, Cell of this timeline had already awakened yesterday.
Unlike the Androids, Cell was a bio-engineered being. His ki could be sensed.
Though he hid it well, he could not escape Gran's perception.
That was why Gran intended to bring both Bulmas with him—to avoid any accidents.
"Us?"
Young Bulma pointed at herself, then at Future Bulma. Though confused, she still nodded.
"Let's go."
Gran rose into the sky.
Gohan and Trunks followed closely behind.
"W-Wait..."
Future Bulma wanted them to stop for a moment.
She couldn't fly.
"I'll take you."
Young Bulma smiled brightly. She knew Lord Gran was giving her a chance to show off, and she had no intention of refusing.
Under Future Bulma's stunned gaze, young Bulma grabbed her and instantly flew upward after the others.
"Y-You...!"
Future Bulma could hardly believe that another version of herself could actually fly.
Young Bulma thoroughly enjoyed that look of amazement and began proudly retelling the story of how she had once eaten the Spirit Fruit.
That only made Future Bulma's eyes fill with even greater envy.
Not long after, the group arrived at Earth's Heavenly Realm.
"Huh?"
Gohan looked puzzled.
"Lord Gran, why did you bring us to the Heavenly Realm?"
"The special place I mentioned is here."
That was right.
Gran intended to bring them into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
Only within the Room of Spirit and Time could they grow rapidly in such a short period.
"When the Androids first appeared, none of you used the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, did you?" Gran asked.
Trunks shook his head.
"Lord Gran, we've never even heard of such a room."
As expected.
Gran shook his head.
Piccolo and Son Goku had both known of the chamber's existence.
But one had died from heart disease.
And the other...
Gran guessed Piccolo had most likely been killed by the Androids before he ever had the chance to mention it.
Otherwise, if Vegeta had entered the chamber and trained for just two days, he absolutely would have been able to deal with Androids 17 and 18.
Gran offered no further explanation.
He turned to the two Bulmas and said:
"Wait for me here for a few days. When I come back out, they'll be strong enough to defeat the Androids."
"Don't worry, Lord Gran. We'll wait here for all of you."
Young Bulma actually knew what the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was.
Back when Gran had prepared for the Candidate God of Destruction Tournament, he had trained there before.
"Come with me."
Gran began walking toward the entrance of the Lookout.
Though Gohan and Trunks were confused, they still followed him.
However—
Just as Gran reached the great doors, he suddenly stopped.
A pitch-black figure had appeared directly in front of the entrance.
"I know you!"
Gohan's eyes widened.
"You're Mr. Popo! My father told me about you before!"
Then his expression brightened with joy.
"So you're still alive too, Mr. Popo!"
Gran: "..."
Popo: "..."
"You are Son Goku's son, Son Gohan, aren't you?"
Mr. Popo did not seem offended.
He calmly explained:
"After those two Androids killed Piccolo, Kami also died with him. However, they never came to the Heavenly Realm, so I survived."
"I see..."
From his father's stories, Gohan knew that Mr. Popo had once guided Goku's training.
Seeing him alive made Gohan genuinely happy.
"Mr. Popo," Gran said this time, "we've come to borrow the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Would that be possible?"
As he spoke, Gran carefully studied Popo.
In Gran's own timeline, Popo's identity had long since been uncovered.
Popo was a mysterious angel.
Though... his combat strength was rather low.
Back then, Gran had killed him directly and indirectly more times than he could count.
"You are..."
Popo noticed the mischievous smile tugging at Gran's lips and began examining him in return.
At last, his gaze landed on Gran's left middle finger.
There, a Time Ring rested.
His tone became certain.
"You are a Time Patrol officer."
Gohan and Trunks had no idea what a Time Patrol officer was.
Gran inwardly chuckled.
As expected, this guy knew everything.
"That's right."
"Very well. Since you wish to use the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, I shall take you there."
Popo's face remained expressionless, calm as ever.
"Besides... I wouldn't be able to stop you anyway."
Then he turned and walked into the temple.
END OF CHAPTER
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