To be honest, ever since Gran became a Candidate God of Destruction, he had viewed the affairs of mortals with the mindset of a spectator watching a show.
The only matter that truly interested him was Trunks.
Just like in that other future timeline, he didn't want to see such a tragedy unfold again, so he had chosen to intervene.
But now, both Universe 6 and Universe 7 were busy preparing for the upcoming Tournament between Universes, and he had to keep an eye on both throughout the entire process.
Besides that, he had also promised Chronoa that he would help her deal with Mechikabura when the time came.
Then there was his own training...
In short, he had more than enough things to worry about.
Of course, the biggest reason was simply that Gran couldn't be bothered.
The Trunks before him wasn't the same Trunks he had met before. He would probably never meet that previous Trunks again.
This Trunks, however, was closely connected to Gran's own timeline. There would be plenty of chances to meet him in the future.
And if all else failed...
When Zamasu eventually appeared, Gran could simply go over there and erase him with Hakai.
"But Gran, before, you clearly—"
Bulma protested anxiously.
"M-Mo... Aunt Bulma, it's alright. There's no need to trouble Lord Gran."
Seeing the tone Bulma was using, Trunks' heart nearly leaped into his throat.
How could she speak to a divine being like that?
Wasn't she afraid of getting herself killed?
The other Z Fighters, however, were already accustomed to it.
Only Bulma dared to be so bold in front of Lord Gran.
"Bulma, has something gone wrong with your brain lately?"
Gran reached out and poked her temple with his finger.
"You've got so many powerful fighters standing right here, yet instead of asking them to teach him, you're asking a Candidate God of Destruction to do it? What exactly goes through that head of yours every day?"
"Oh, right!!!"
Bulma's eyes lit up.
The strongest person present was undoubtedly Gran.
But besides Gran...
There was also Goku!
Bulma knew that in the future timeline, Trunks had spent years constantly fleeing for his life. He had never truly received formal martial arts training.
If Goku taught Trunks properly...
His strength would definitely increase tremendously.
"Goku, I'll leave Trunks to you. That won't be a problem, right?" Bulma asked.
"I don't mind."
Goku nodded.
He had already thought of the perfect place to train.
"Trunks, since Lord Gran is busy, would you like to train with me for two days?"
"Two days?"
What difference could two days of training possibly make?
At that moment, not only Trunks, but even Vegeta and the others looked puzzled.
Among everyone present, only Gran, Bulma, and Piccolo understood what Goku meant.
Bulma had personally seen Gran take another Future Trunks into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber in the other timeline.
As for Piccolo, before Vegeta's group invaded Earth, he had once visited the Lookout and had also trained inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
So they immediately realized that Goku was referring to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
"That's right. It's called the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. I trained there myself when I was a child. Two days outside..."
Goku explained how the chamber worked.
Hearing this, Vegeta's eyes widened in shock.
"A room like that actually exists in this world? Kakarot, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
If he had known Earth possessed such a miraculous place, he would have gone in long ago.
Then he definitely would have surpassed Goku.
"So what if I'd told you earlier?"
The one who spoke was Bulma, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"You don't seriously think training inside for an extra two years would let you surpass Goku, do you?"
Everyone covered their mouths, trying not to laugh.
None of them had expected to see Vegeta end up like this.
"You..."
Vegeta was both furious and humiliated.
But there was absolutely nothing he could do against this Earth woman with such an overwhelming background.
"Enough!"
Bulma snorted.
"I've heard Whis say countless times that your martial arts fundamentals are terrible. You won't be teaching Trunks, so just keep your mouth shut."
BOOM!!
It was like a bolt of lightning had struck him.
Vegeta clutched his head.
He never imagined that this was how Whis and the other gods evaluated him.
"Trunks, can you stay here for another two days?" Goku asked again, completely ignoring Vegeta.
Every pair of eyes immediately turned toward Trunks.
Trunks didn't answer right away.
He thought carefully.
After a while...
"Uncle Goku... how strong are you now?" he finally asked.
Everyone instantly perked up.
Especially Vegeta and Piccolo.
Not long ago, they had briefly exchanged blows with Goku, and both of them knew he had been hiding his true strength all along.
"How strong am I?"
Goku glanced at Gran beside him.
Gran was looking back at him with a teasing smile.
"..."
Goku sighed helplessly before shaking his head.
"Let's talk about you first. How strong are you now?"
Unable to learn Goku's true strength, everyone felt a little disappointed.
They shifted their attention back to Trunks.
After all, none of them had ever fought the Androids before, so they had no idea how powerful they were.
At the very least, they could estimate the Androids' level based on Trunks.
"Uncle Goku, everyone... watch."
Trunks stepped back into an open area and clenched both fists.
Then he let out a sharp shout.
BOOM!!
A brilliant golden aura erupted around him.
His purple center-parted hair turned bright gold, and his eyes became cold and razor-sharp.
He looked incredibly cool and imposing.
"S-Super... Super Saiyan!!"
Everyone stared with wide eyes.
Nappa grabbed Raditz and shook him violently.
"Look! Vegeta's son can become a Super Saiyan too!"
Raditz twitched at the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah, he's a Super Saiyan... but he's not our Vegeta's son."
Vegeta wasn't in the mood to pay attention to those two clowns.
His eyes remained locked on Trunks.
"So besides Gran, Broly, Kakarot, and myself... there's actually someone else in this world who can become a Super Saiyan."
Vegeta clenched his fists.
But when he remembered that this young man was the son of another version of himself...
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upward ever so slightly.
"Gran, the Trunks we met before couldn't transform into a Super Saiyan at first. But this Trunks already can!"
Bulma exclaimed excitedly as she repeatedly shook Gran's arm.
Gran calmly examined Trunks before replying,
"Measured by battle power... he's roughly at 250 million."
...
END OF CHAPTER
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