The Capsule Corp compound buzzed with quiet energy, nestled in the heart of West City beneath a bright blue sky. Birds chirped somewhere near the far wall, and the occasional honk of a hovercar echoed down the street — but inside the reinforced gravity chamber, there was nothing but sweat, power, and relentless pressure.
The chamber doors hissed open, steam curling at the edges, and Kai stepped out first — arms folded, sunglasses perched lazily on his forehead.
Behind him came three golden auras, burning like small suns.
Goku. Vegeta. Gohan.
All of them in Super Saiyan form. All of them breathing hard.
Kai let the silence stretch.
"Better," he said finally, "but still way too much power-up time. You think an enemy's just gonna sit there and wait while you scream for thirty seconds?"
Goku rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. "Well, no, but it's part of the drama, right?"
"Drama doesn't win fights," Kai replied flatly. "Efficiency does."
Vegeta growled, clenching his fists. "This power demands to be respected."
Kai pointed at him. "Exactly. So show it respect by mastering it. Not riding the rage wave like it's your therapy session."
He turned and walked back inside the chamber. The golden trio followed.
Once the door sealed, Kai upped the gravity to 150x without warning.
All three Saiyans staggered slightly — but didn't fall.
Kai smirked. "Good. You're adapting. Now again — but this time, no screaming, no flaring up. I want you to go from base to Super Saiyan in the blink of an eye. Like flipping a light switch. If your hair isn't gold in under two seconds, I'm smacking you with a frying pan."
He held up the actual frying pan. Goku blinked. "Is that… from the kitchen?"
"Yes," Kai said. "Bulma gave it to me after I burned her rice. It's nonstick. Unlike your transformations."
Gohan giggled despite himself. Vegeta did not.
They powered down.
Then, one at a time — boom — they flared back into Super Saiyan, faster than before. Not instant, but getting there.
"Good," Kai muttered. "Now hold the form. Don't burn hot. Burn steady. Like a torch. Not a bonfire."
He began walking in a slow circle around them, arms crossed, analyzing every flicker of their ki.
"You want to beat whatever's coming? You want to reach the next level? Then learn to live in this state. Breathe in it. Sleep in it. Fight in it. The form is only the beginning — not the peak."
Vegeta's eyes twitched. "There's more beyond this?"
Kai looked at him with a sideways grin. "Would I be pushing you this hard if there wasn't?"
Vegeta didn't answer. But his hands clenched tighter, and the air around him shimmered.
They trained for hours.
Not just in strength, but in control. Holding the form. Sustaining it through movement, through dodging, through pressure.
Kai attacked them in short, sharp bursts — dodging and countering just enough to keep them guessing, forcing them to adjust. He taunted them the whole time, of course.
"Goku, you call that footwork? You look like you're dancing with a goat."
"Gohan, I've seen toddlers with better ki control — and they were asleep."
"Vegeta, if you grit your teeth any harder, your royal gums are gonna sue for abuse."
By the time the gravity returned to normal, they were soaked in sweat, hair flickering from gold back to black.
Kai didn't praise them. But he didn't scold them either.
Instead, he stood in the middle of the chamber, arms crossed, and said, "Keep this up… and maybe — just maybe — you'll stand a chance against me." He paused, then cracked a grin. "Haha — just kidding."
First of all I'm not short I'm like 5'7 maybe 5'8 on a good. Just want to say that cause someone called me short.