Seeing Vegeta’s fanatical expression, Tarble grimaced and took a sharp breath.
“Hiss…”
Something’s not right.
Is he still the Vegeta I know?
That look in his eyes makes it seem like he’s about to devour me!
After quickly composing himself, he pretended to be confused.
“No way.
How could your training speed possibly be slower than mine?
You’re the most talented elite warrior in the history of the Saiyan royal family!
How could that be possible?”
Of course, Tarble already knew the answer.
However, he had to maintain his act.
Even though he knew the truth, he had to pretend he didn’t.
It was much easier to let others fill in the blanks and come to their own conclusions than to explain everything himself.
With someone like Vegeta, who loved to overthink things, he barely had to say anything at all.
It saved him a lot of trouble.
Vegeta’s expression became more serious than ever, and his voice unconsciously rose.
“Tarble!
I’m not joking with you!”
He seemed genuinely annoyed that Tarble didn’t believe him.
Tarble blinked, pretending to be startled, and leaned back slightly without saying anything.
Still, Vegeta caring this much about someone else’s training speed didn’t fit the Vegeta he knew at all.
Something’s definitely wrong.
That was the first thought that crossed Tarble’s mind.
Realizing he’d become a little too emotional, Vegeta coughed awkwardly.
“Ahem.
Anyway, I have no reason to lie to you.
Whether it’s true or not, you’ll find out after you’ve trained a little longer.
At your current rate of improvement, I estimate you’ll be able to attempt becoming a Super Saiyan in less than half a year.”
After saying that, he returned to his usual cold demeanor.
Even though it was almost time to eat, he instinctively crossed his arms over his chest.
Before Tarble could respond, Bulma walked over carrying several steaming dishes.
“Vegeta, what’s going on with you two?
I could hear you from all the way over there.
If there’s a problem, can’t you brothers talk it out properly?”
Vegeta glanced at her, feeling strangely jealous.
Ever since Tarble had arrived, Bulma seemed a little too enthusiastic toward him.
The previous night, while they were sharing a bed, Vegeta had asked her about it.
Her answer had been simple.
She said she was making up for all the years she had neglected her brother-in-law.
Then she casually added that Tarble’s personality wasn’t like a typical Saiyan at all.
In fact, she said he reminded her a lot of Goku.
Listening to his wife praise another man while they were lying in the same bed naturally didn’t sit well with Vegeta.
In response, he had given Bulma a firm spanking.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t learned her lesson.
Today she was still just as enthusiastic toward Tarble.
So Vegeta replied stiffly, “Nothing’s going on.
We aren’t arguing.”
Bulma narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
Seeing that look, Vegeta silently tightened the fist hidden beneath his folded arms.
Damn it.
She actually doesn’t believe me.
Fortunately, Tarble stepped in.
“Sister-in-law, we really weren’t arguing.”
Only then did Bulma relax.
A beautiful smile immediately spread across her face, and her eyes curved into crescents.
“That’s good.”
As she spoke, she even gave Vegeta a thumbs-up in front of everyone.
Then she turned around and headed back toward the kitchen.
Tarble immediately followed her, “Sister-in-law, let me help carry the dishes.”
“There’s no need.
You’ve been training all day.”
“It’s fine.
Carrying a few plates is nothing for a Saiyan.”
Bulma giggled, “Tarble, you’re much more hardworking than certain people.”
The two chatted and laughed as they walked into the kitchen.
Licks immediately followed behind Tarble.
Only Vegeta and Trunks remained at the dining table.
Vegeta tightened his clenched fist once again before turning toward his son.
“Trunks.
Why are you just sitting there?
Hurry up and help your mother carry the dishes.”
Trunks had no idea why he was suddenly being ordered around when nothing had happened.
Still, he didn’t dare argue.
Otherwise, he’d definitely get another lecture.
Pouting slightly, he replied, “Okay.”
Then he hurried toward the kitchen.
A moment later, Bulma’s cheerful voice echoed out.
“Wow!
My Trunks is helping me!”
“Of course!
I’m a good boy!”
“Hmph.” Vegeta snorted and turned away.
He headed off to call Dr.
Brief and Mrs.
Brief to dinner.
He definitely wasn’t doing it because he was jealous.
Definitely not.
As he walked away, he continued convincing himself that his conclusion couldn’t possibly be wrong.
Licks’ training speed was perfectly normal.
It completely matched what Vegeta believed an intermediate-class Saiyan’s talent should be.
But Tarble…
Tarble’s talent had almost certainly surpassed every Saiyan in history.
The thought filled Vegeta with mixed emotions.
At the same time, it motivated him even more.
He wanted to see just how far Tarble’s talent could truly take him.
The next day, Tarble and Licks continued following their training plan.
This time, they trained under 20 times Earth’s gravity.
By the end of the day, Tarble’s Power Level had increased by another 4,600.
That result only strengthened Vegeta’s conviction.
Tarble had to be the most talented Saiyan warrior in history.
This time, Tarble didn’t bother making excuses.
Instead, he simply admitted that perhaps his talent really was a little better than average.
The days passed one after another.
Tarble and Licks steadily increased the Gravity Chamber by another 10 times Earth’s gravity every day as they gradually adapted.
Their strength continued to rise with each passing day.
Meanwhile, Vegeta became more convinced than ever that his original conclusion had been correct.
By the time Tarble and Licks had fully adapted to 500 times Earth’s gravity, Vegeta no longer had the slightest doubt.
Tarble was the most talented Saiyan warrior in history.
The day they finally adapted to 500 times Earth’s gravity was June 28.
After fifty days of relentless training, Tarble’s Power Level had risen to 2.78 million.
Under normal training conditions, he estimated his Power Level would only have reached around 500,000 by then.
Licks’ Power Level had also reached 500,000.
As soon as the two walked out of the Gravity Chamber, they found Vegeta and Trunks waiting outside.
Both of them were already wearing scouters.
It was obvious they had come to measure their Power Levels again.
Tarble and Licks remained completely calm.
After all, this had become an almost daily routine over the past fifty days.
Sometimes they were tested before dinner.
Sometimes after dinner.
Occasionally, Bulma would come over as well, simply out of curiosity.
The two stood a few meters apart and skillfully released their ki.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
The scouters immediately began sounding.
A moment later, the readings stabilized.
Vegeta and Trunks exchanged knowing looks.
Everything was exactly as they had expected.
“Uncle Tarble, your Power Level has reached 2.78 million!” Trunks shouted.
Unlike the first time, however, there was far less shock in his voice.
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Author’s Note:
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Elements of Lust – ATLA & Korra Mixed Smut
3.
Doraemon: Filtering with Nobi Tamako
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The Naive Me Who Became Someone’s Everyday Secret
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High School DxD: Rias Gremory, the Phenex Bride
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Versatile Mage: My Training Effects Are Doubled.
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