The day passed quickly. Goten's exceptional skills and personality had made him the center of attention, and soon he was the talk of the school. Unable to train during the day due to his studies, Goten requested Bulma to build a gravity room for him, allowing him to train after school.
Time flew by, and a month passed in peace. During this time, Goten had become something of a celebrity at Orange Star High School. His popularity, however, didn't sit well with a few jealous classmates. They went so far as to hire thugs to "teach him a lesson." The plan backfired spectacularly. Not only did Goten defeat the thugs, but he also turned the tables, having the gangsters target the very boys who hired them.
Meanwhile, Trunks followed Goten's advice and entered the Spirit Time Chamber. Training for the equivalent of four years, Trunks achieved the transformation into Super Saiyan Blue, a feat that filled him with pride and determination.
One afternoon, Goten sat in the backyard of Trunks' house, munching on a freshly washed apple. Trunks stood nearby, his energy exuding a newfound confidence.
"Goten," Trunks said, his tone eager, "I've finally done it. I can transform into Super Saiyan Blue, just like my father and the others. Can you teach me Uncle Goku's Ultra Instinct?"
Goten took another bite of his apple before answering. "Ultra Instinct requires more than training—it's about talent. Whis taught Uncle Vegeta the technique, but he couldn't master it."
Trunks' excitement dimmed slightly. "So, what should I do if I want to get even stronger?"
"If Ultra Instinct isn't an option, you could learn Beerus' God of Destruction techniques," Goten suggested casually.
"God of Destruction techniques?" Trunks asked, intrigued.
"In simpler terms, think of it as a destructive power similar to Ultra Instinct," Goten explained.
Trunks nodded thoughtfully. "That might be worth a try. By the way, my mom said Dad would be back today. Do you think your dad will return too?"
Goten grinned. "If Uncle Vegeta's coming back, it's a safe bet my dad will be here too."
As if on cue, a purple cube descended from the sky, landing gracefully in the yard. This was Whis' transport block. The cube opened, and seven figures emerged: Beerus, Whis, Goku, Vegeta, Broly.
"Dad!" Trunks called, waving.
Vegeta nodded at his son. "Where's Bulla?" he asked.
"She's inside," Trunks replied.
Whis turned to Trunks. "And Bulma?"
"She's at the company but should be back soon."
"Perfect," Whis said, smiling. "In that case, I'll handle the food order. Lord Beerus, what would you like?"
Beerus immediately rattled off a long list of dishes. Whis then turned to Goku and the others.
"What about you all?"
Goku shrugged. "I'm fine with anything."
Broly nodded. "Same here."
Whis used an Earth phone to order a variety of meals. By the time the food arrived, Bulma had returned from work.
"Long time no see, Bulma," Whis greeted.
"Yes, it's been a while," Bulma replied, her gaze shifting to Vegeta. He was playing with Bulla on the grass. Sensing her eyes on him, Vegeta quickly straightened up and moved to sit beside Goku.
"Vegeta?" Goku asked, confused by his friend's sudden movement.
Vegeta avoided eye contact. He knew that every time he returned from training, Bulma would scold him for not spending enough time with their children. This time, he hoped to avoid the lecture altogether.
Bulma, however, approached with a knowing smile. "Relax, Vegeta. I won't say anything about your training anymore."
"Really?" Vegeta asked, his expression brightening.
"Of course," Bulma said. "By the way, Trunks trained in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and can transform into Super Saiyan Blue now."
Vegeta's eyes widened. "The Hyperbolic Time Chamber?"
"Yes, Dad," Trunks confirmed. "I trained there for four years."
"Four years? But isn't it impossible to stay more than two years? The entrance closes after that," Vegeta said, frowning.
"It does," Trunks explained. "But I used a Super Saiyan 3 roar to create an exit "
"A roar?" Vegeta repeated.
"Yep, but you need to be at least Super Saiyan 3 to generate enough power," Trunks clarified. "Goten told me about it."
Vegeta turned to Goten, who stayed silent but gave a small nod.
Whis, sensing the conversation winding down, spoke up. "Shall we eat now?"
"Let's do it!" Goku agreed enthusiastically.
The Saiyans wasted no time, devouring the food with astonishing speed. Plates were emptied in record time, much to the amusement of the others, who had grown used to their voracious appetites.
After finishing his meal, Goku stood up. "Lord Beerus, Whis, I'm heading home for a while. I haven't been back in a long time."
"Go ahead," Whis said, nodding.
In a flash, Goku teleported himself and Goten back to their home.
At home, Chi-Chi greeted them with joy. "Goku! You're back!"
"Grandpa!" Pan, now four years old, ran to Goku with excitement.
Goku scooped her up, smiling warmly. "You've grown, Pan."
Pan giggled and snuggled into her grandfather's arms. "Grandpa, you're not leaving again to train, right?"
"Uh…" Goku hesitated, scratching his nose.
"Goku," Chi-Chi said sternly, "Pan wants you here. You wouldn't refuse her, would you?"
"Of course not," Goku said quickly. "I'll stay home for a few days."
"Good," Chi-Chi said, though her tone softened slightly.
"Where's Gohan?" Goku asked.
"He's at work. Not everyone has the luxury of training all the time like you," Chi-Chi replied.