On the desolate Gobi Desert, fierce winds whipped sand and grit against the rocks like lashes.
This was one of Earth's harshest and most uninhabited regions, and it was also the special training ground Piccolo had chosen.
Two small figures collided rapidly in midair.
"Dodon Ray!"
Trunks' childish voice carried a cunning tone that didn't match his age.
Instead of using a traditional stance, he twisted his small body midair and fired a yellow beam from his fingertip straight toward his opponent's knee.
"Makosen!"
Although Gohan still looked timid, his reaction speed under combat instinct was astonishing.
He raised both hands above his head and slammed them downward, releasing a much thicker energy blast that met the attack head-on.
The two energy waves collided and exploded in midair.
Dust instantly swallowed both figures.
Ten thousand meters above them, Krillin hovered silently with his arms crossed, watching the battle with interest.
He deliberately suppressed all of his energy, hiding his presence completely so that even Piccolo had not detected him.
Watching the children fight, a smile appeared on his face.
"This kid Trunks is just as sly as his mother. Always aiming low. I wonder who taught him that."
Before the dust cleared, Trunks had already slipped out like an eel.
Instead of continuing the clash, he used the explosion as cover and instantly moved behind Gohan.
"Hehe, Crybaby, you lose!" Trunks grabbed a handful of sand and prepared to throw it into Gohan's eyes.
"Ha!"
Gohan sensed the danger behind him instantly.
Without turning around, he released the energy inside his body, forming a circular repulsion field.
Trunks was blasted backward by the sudden burst and spun twice in the air before stabilizing himself.
"Ouch! Why are you so strong?" Trunks rubbed his backside and grimaced.
"You cry whenever you see bugs, but you fight like a mad dog!"
"D-don't call me a mad dog!" Gohan's face flushed red as he assumed a fighting stance similar to Piccolo's.
"Uncle Piccolo said showing mercy to enemies is cruelty to yourself!"
Krillin activated his AR Data Vision.
Target: Trunks
Race: Earthling (containing trace Saitama factor)
Combat Power: 520
Evaluation: Extremely high combat intelligence. Skilled at exploiting opportunities. Extremely resilient physique.
Target: Gohan
Race: Earthling
Combat Power: 515 normal state / burst state unknown
Evaluation: Bottomless potential. Currently fighting mostly in passive counterattack mode.
"Over five hundred in his normal state," Krillin rubbed his head thoughtfully.
"Not bad. Both of them improved a lot. It might seem lower compared to the thousand-plus from the original timeline, but that was burst output after Raditz attacked.
That can't be compared with normal-state strength. There are still six months before Vegeta and Nappa arrive. Their foundation is already solid."
Just as the two children prepared to begin their second round, a cold voice interrupted them.
"Enough. Rest for ten minutes," Piccolo floated out from behind a rock with his arms crossed.
His white cape snapped loudly in the wind as his sharp eyes swept across the two children.
"Trunks, you rely too much on tricks. Against absolute power, throwing sand will only get you killed faster."
Piccolo spoke coldly, "And Gohan, your reaction was too slow. If Trunks had used a knife just now, your head would already be rolling."
Gohan shrank slightly, "Sorry, Uncle Piccolo."
"A win is a win no matter the method," Trunks pouted stubbornly, but when he noticed Piccolo's glare, he quickly fell silent.
"Well said. A win is a win."
A teasing voice suddenly sounded behind Piccolo.
Every hair on Piccolo's body stood up instantly.
He spun around as veins bulged on his forehead.
Someone had approached within three meters of him without being noticed.
"Who is it?"
Krillin waved with a grin, "Hey Piccolo. Must be tiring looking after the kids. Do they even sleep well at night?"
"Dad!"
"Uncle Krillin!"
The two children shouted excitedly.
Trunks immediately ran forward and hugged Krillin's leg like a koala.
"Dad! You're finally back! This green-skinned uncle is abusing children! He won't give me meat and only makes me eat sour wild fruit every day!"
Piccolo's eye twitched, "Shut up. Those are substitutes for Senzu Beans. They restore stamina."
He stared at Krillin cautiously.
Six months ago, Krillin's strength had already made him feel pressured.
Now he couldn't sense Krillin's depth at all.
Krillin stood there like an ordinary person without any detectable energy.
But Piccolo's instincts told him otherwise.
"What are you doing back here?" Piccolo snorted.
"There's still half a year before the Saiyans arrive. Did you come back early to prepare your will?"
"On the contrary, I came to give you a power-up."
Krillin ruffled Trunks' purple hair and became serious.
"Piccolo, the training efficiency here is too low. Even if you train another month, your improvement will only increase by a few hundred at most."
"Against enemies who can defeat Saibamen easily, that kind of improvement means nothing."
"So what do you suggest?" Piccolo asked seriously.
"Come with me," Krillin pointed behind him.
"West City. Capsule Corporation. Bulma built something useful. Also, I learned a new technique. Want to try it?"
"Not interested," Piccolo turned his head proudly.
"Oh really?" Krillin smiled slightly.
The air suddenly became heavy.
A faint ruby-colored glow briefly appeared on Krillin's body.
Kaioken.
It lasted only an instant.
But Piccolo felt as if an invisible hand squeezed his heart tightly.
If his energy was a river, then Krillin's energy was a bottomless ocean.
Cold sweat ran down Piccolo's face.
"What is that technique?"
"Kaioken. A technique that can instantly multiply your combat power several times."
Krillin withdrew his aura and smiled calmly.
"As long as your body can withstand it, the theoretical limit is extremely high. So, King Piccolo, interested in learning a Namekian version of Kaioken?"
Piccolo stayed silent for three seconds.
"Hmph. Since you're asking so sincerely, I'll take a look."
Piccolo adjusted his cape.
"But if it's useless, I'll kill you immediately."
"Sure. Whatever you say."
Krillin picked up Trunks with one arm and grabbed Gohan's shoulder with the other.
"Hold on tight. We're picking up a few more teammates."
Instant Transmission activated.
The scenery instantly shifted from the Gobi Desert to Kami's Lookout.
Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha were sparring nearby while wearing heavy weighted clothing.
They were drenched in sweat.
"Can this level of training really help us defeat the Saiyans?"
Yamcha collapsed onto the ground while breathing heavily.
"Even Goku was defeated instantly. We..."
"Don't say things like that."
Tien Shinhan wiped the sweat from his face with determination in all three of his eyes.
"Even if we die, we'll die fighting."
"Well said. That's the spirit."
Krillin's voice suddenly echoed nearby.
"Krillin?" Everyone looked shocked.
Kami walked out slowly with his staff.
His expression changed slightly when he saw Piccolo standing beside Krillin, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Krillin, you returned from King Kai's Planet?"
"Yeah. You could say I finished advanced training," Krillin looked directly at Yamcha and the others.
"Everyone, time is short. Training here is helpful, but against Saiyan-level opponents, it's too mild. I have a more brutal, more efficient, and definitely more painful training method. Interested?"
Tien Shinhan narrowed his third eye slightly.
He could sense Krillin's calm confidence.
"I'm going."
Chiaotzu immediately followed.
"Me too."
Yamcha looked at his fists and sighed.
"If I don't go, I probably won't even qualify as cannon fodder."
He stood up.
"I'm in."
"Good," Krillin snapped his fingers.
"Everyone's here. Next stop: Capsule Corporation in West City. Get ready to welcome hell training. Or rather, your rebirth."
He glanced at Piccolo, who snorted quietly.
Trunks and Gohan looked excitedly toward the clouds below.
Krillin checked the System evaluation.
Team Members: Krillin, Piccolo, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, Trunks, Gohan
Win Rate vs Vegeta and Nappa: 0.1 percent (total defeat excluding host)
Suggestion: Immediately begin Devil Special Training Mode
Krillin smiled slightly.
"Six months from now, I'll turn that win rate into ten percent."
He gestured for everyone to hold his shoulders.
"Hold tight. Don't throw up."
Instant Transmission activated.
Their figures disappeared from Kami's Lookout, leaving only Mr. Popo and Kami behind.
"The fate of Earth now rests on these young warriors."
Kami sighed quietly as he looked into the distance.
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