Gran looked over. "What is it?"
"Where are you going?"
"To continue collecting the Super Dragon Balls."
Chronoa rolled her eyes. "And what about learning space-time power?"
"That's important too, but collecting the Super Dragon Balls matters a lot to me—"
Before he could finish, Chronoa waved her small hand. A projection appeared midair.
"Looks like Beerus and the others have already gone to help you gather the Super Dragon Balls. So there's no need to rush back. You should focus on comprehending space-time power first."
The scene showed the aftermath of Gran killing Quitela.
Gran watched quietly. Only now did he realize that the Grand Priest had descended afterward—and had even restored the three universes he destroyed.
Just as Chronoa said, Beerus and Whis had already begun collecting the Super Dragon Balls on his behalf.
"These two…"
A warm current flowed through Gran's chest. After a moment, he exhaled deeply.
"If Lord Beerus is helping me, then there's really nothing urgent for me to do back there. In that case… I'll trouble you, Supreme Kai of Time, to teach me how to comprehend space-time power."
"Don't worry. With your talent, you'll grasp it quickly."
Chronoa stared at him intently. When Gran learned Destruction Power, it had taken him only three days.
Although space-time power was far more complex, with Gran's terrifying talent…
"Maybe 100 years… no, 10 years should be enough," she muttered inwardly.
Gran, of course, had no idea what she was thinking. If he did, he'd probably curse out loud.
After all, not long ago, he had trained for over 300 years inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber just for the Candidate God of Destruction melee—he had nearly trained himself into a lunatic.
Just as Beerus once said, life shouldn't be only about training. The Dragon Ball world was full of wonders, and he hadn't even properly enjoyed it yet.
The only reason he agreed now was because he assumed learning space-time power would be like Destruction Power—something he could grasp in just a few days.
"Alright then. I'll be in your care, Supreme Kai of Time."
"Follow me."
Chronoa turned and walked out of the archive vault.
Gran followed.
But the moment they stepped outside, they both froze.
Four figures were squatting by the corner of the entrance.
"???"
Chronoa blinked, and Gran raised an eyebrow.
It was the same four from before—GT Goku's group.
They were crouched there like beggars waiting for handouts, which made the scene strangely comical.
"Aren't you supposed to be resting? What are you still doing here?" Chronoa asked.
"You're Gran, right?"
Goku suddenly rushed forward, completely ignoring her. He grabbed Gran by the shoulders, eyes shining with excitement.
"I see you're wearing a Time Ring—you must be a Time Patroller too!"
"..."
Gran's lips twitched. No matter the timeline, Kakarot was always this straightforward—no, this reckless.
"What do you want?" Gran asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Well, since we're both Time Patrollers, we should understand each other's strength. That way, we can cooperate better in future missions!"
Goku grinned. "So I want to challenge you."
Behind him, Vegeta and the others gave him a thumbs-up.
For once, this idiot had come up with a decent excuse.
"..."
Gran sighed internally. He knew this was coming.
But…
A faint smile curved his lips.
"Alright."
He was curious too—just how strong GT Goku had become.
"Awesome!"
Goku bounced excitedly like a child, despite already being a grandfather. It made Gran want to laugh.
"Gran."
At that moment, Vegeta stepped forward, studying him intently.
"Can you tell me… how you survived back then on that planet?"
"You guess."
Gran shrugged. Even if he explained, this GT version of Vegeta wouldn't know who Whis was.
After all, in the GT timeline, Beerus and Whis had never appeared.
"..."
Vegeta's expression stiffened. If you don't want to answer, just say so.
"Then tell me this—how did you become a god?"
"No."
"You—"
"What about me?"
Gran cracked his neck, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"You're asking all this just to figure out how strong I am, right? Fine—I'll give you the chance."
He crooked a finger at Trunks and Pan as well.
"You two—come at me together."
The provocation was blatant.
Trunks and the others froze for a moment.
"Arrogant!"
Vegeta's veins bulged.
He might feel guilty for abandoning his former subordinates—but this Gran was going too far.
"Grandpa, he's so full of himself!" Pan snapped.
"Dad, if he wants all of us at once, then let's see just how strong he really is!" Trunks said coldly.
The Saiyan blood in him boiled—he couldn't tolerate being provoked like this.
Even if the opponent might be terrifyingly powerful.
"Supreme Kai of Time, step aside," Vegeta said coldly.
"Got it!"
Chronoa quickly retreated far away. She could tell this was just a spar—no one should die.
"Don't think becoming a god makes you untouchable," Vegeta said, pointing his thumb at himself.
"I'll show you what the power of Super Vegeta really looks like!"
"Super Vegeta, huh… how interesting."
Gran couldn't help but laugh when he saw that familiar pose.
Vegeta didn't catch what he said—and didn't care.
The group split into two sides.
The air in front of the archive vault turned heavy.
Goku's group locked their eyes on Gran.
Gran looked back at them calmly.
According to the timeline, these guys had already gone through the Shadow Dragon Saga—the late stage of Dragon Ball.
Just how strong are you? Gran wondered.
A gentle breeze passed.
A single leaf drifted down from a nearby tree.
The instant it touched the ground—
Trunks and Pan launched their attack.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Two streaks of light tore through the air.
They appeared in front of and behind Gran simultaneously.
"Don't be so arrogant—take this!"
Pan leapt up and delivered a powerful kick straight toward Gran's head.