I'm Gohan!

Gohan ate eagerly at Piccolo's annoyed look. He hadn't eaten for a month, so that high rate was normal.

'Uff, luckily I learned to cook the basics' thought Gohan smiling, although in here he only had flour and little else to prepare something delicious.

"Aren't you going to eat?" asked the boy, although of course, he already knew the answer beforehand. The Namekians only needed water to live.

"Hurry up and finish brat, we must resume our training quickly" Piccolo grumbled crossing his arms and the boy looked at him denying.

"Calm down, it's only been two hours outside," Gohan added calmly, "Or are you in such a hurry to reach my current power?"

"Dwarf!" Piccolo cried out with a vein in his temple, but didn't dare do more, "If I didn't need you for the battle, I would have killed you."

"No, because you can't" the little boy mocked provoking him, "The Saiyans aren't the only enemies, you'll still need me"

"What do you mean brat? How are they not the only enemies?" Piccolo asked as the boy finished his meal.

"Raditz told us that the Saiyans sold planets to the highest bidder, what if that bidder is even stronger than them?" the boy inquired.

Of course Gohan was referring to the evil emperor, Frieza. But he couldn't tell him directly, he just wanted to make him see that.

Piccolo sweated imagining a being with such powers. He clenched his fists, if he still wasn't up to the Saiyans he didn't even want to think about it.

"You need me as well as dad and the others" Gohan finished with a smile. He knew that Piccolo would be a member of the Z Fighters.

"Hpmf... as soon as we're done with all that I'll finish the battle against your father and in turn I'll finish you" the Namekian threatened.

Far from being terrified, Gohan laughed out loud triggering a streak of anger in Piccolo. But he laughed because he found it funny.

"We should think of a strategy, although it's likely that our power reaches that of the Saiyans, we should not trust" Gohan declared.

He had made a real estimate on how much he would increase his power until the arrival of Vegeta and Nappa, easily past 5000 units.

Here his problem was the Z fighters. If they died, there would be an excuse to go to Namek. But if they survived, there would be no reason to go there...

And if they didn't go, quite a few events from the original story would stall. That was a dilemma in his mind, he had to think about it clearly...

At the moment, he didn't want to think about that. His goal now was to increase his max power to 5000 units and learn some attacks.

He needed more variety of techniques in his arsenal. And just in case, he suggested to Piccolo the idea of ​​a possible combat strategy...

'I don't think he's going to agree to do something like that, but in a few months he will' Gohan reasoned, guessing his reaction. Piccolo was predictable.

"I have nothing to plan with you dwarf, now that you're done get ready to fight" Piccolo got up and walked away from that area.

"What? Aren't you going to let him rest for about ten minutes?" Gohan asked indignantly and Piccolo responded by firing a Ki blast at him, "Hey!!!"

The minor jumped to avoid it and gave the Namek an annoyed look, who smiled seeing how the boy flew towards him to attack him with force.

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Soon six months passed in the time room, and those inside did nothing but train every minute.

They fought each other every day and in the breaks while Gohan ate, Piccolo fully immersed himself in his mental training.

And at night it was still like that, but Gohan had trouble resting due to the insufferable atmosphere of the place, his mind was not at peace.

He used to have nightmares about his past and some about his current life, that's how arduous the time room was but he knew how to cope with it.

So when he couldn't sleep he would meditate with Piccolo, or fight him. And so, they became very strong in six months.

"HAA!" Piccolo launched a Ki ball from his palm at Gohan, who crossed his arms taking the powerful punch attack.

BOOOOM!

Smoke covered the place, but this time Piccolo was sure that the boy was still standing. These six months made him understand that.

His clothes were torn in several places from the intense training. Needless to say, he had become a hell of a lot stronger.

His power from him was 5100 units! More than ten times the amount he had when he entered, this was from training in the time room.

That meant, that Gohan had received an attack with a power of five thousand. If he survived, he meant he was more powerful than that.

And indeed it was, the smoke vanished and soon Gohan's silhouette could be seen. His orange dogi was almost destroyed by the attacks.

His hair became longer and his height increased a bit, as well as the muscles of his body. Yes, he worked out very often.

He had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, though that didn't stop him from getting stronger. Just in base power he already had 3000 units. At the maximum, 5680.

He had risen so fast because of his daily fights with Piccolo and because of the increased gravity. Already when he left the room, that rhythm would slow down due to the difference in conditions.

But in eleven months he would have enough power to defeat Nappa and hold his own against Vegeta. He now he had more techniques to achieve it.

"Not bad, at least now you can give me a scratch" Gohan spoke with a smile and Piccolo snorted crossing his arms with some anger.

"I see you're still the same old brat" Piccolo looked at him askance, "I wonder how Goku is doing in the other world..."

"Well, I don't think he's reached his destination, remember it's been a little over a month" Gohan replied smiling, "Uh, I'm leaving"

"What? Where do you think you're going?!" Piccolo demanded seeing how the boy walked towards the time room exit just like that.

"I feel like my mind is going to collapse if I continue another hour in here, will you come with me?" asked the younger smiling.

He wasn't lying, he hadn't slept properly for a long time and he really needed to rest. Besides, there were still eleven months left.

'I may regret this, but my body has reached its limit' Gohan thought with a bitter smile. After all, he was not omnipotent.

"Tsk" Piccolo just said that with his arms crossed and followed his footsteps out of the room, with a slight regret.

Gohan knew what they were missing if they left early, but in these months with him, Piccolo had noticed that the minor didn't do meaningless things. He had to have a reason behind this.

He decided not to continue thinking. The door of the room was opened and in a few seconds they could see the outside after six months.

"Finally fresh air!" Gohan yelled feeling his body renewed by the air that entered his lungs and by how light his body was.

Piccolo also felt brand new. He peered at his hands in disbelief. Now he had understood how powerful he had become in the room.

"You left almost six hours earlier than I had planned" Kami's voice was not long in appearing and they noticed that he was with the faithful Mister Popo.

"What happens is that my mind couldn't resist it anymore, I need to rest just a moment" answered the boy before lying down on the grass.