Dragon Ball: The Strongest Training

"Well" Qiqi's craftsmanship is really getting better and better.

Wukong sat slumped, his stomach bulging.

Qiqi smiled even more when she heard Wukong's compliment.

"Mom, I want to continue practicing martial arts." Gohan whispered.

"No!" Qiqi said decisively.

Gohan was also a little panicked when he heard that his mother rejected him all of a sudden.

"You are too young now. Let your father teach you in two years." Qiqi also changed her tone and said.

Wukong looked at Qiqi and was a little scared. Qiqi said that he was not allowed to teach him, but he really didn't dare.

Gohan also continued to eat with his head pressed against his head.

"Qiqi, it's actually quite good to teach Gohan how to practice." Wukong scratched his head and said tentatively.

"Gohan is still too young. Gohan is not yet three years old now." Qiqi's eyes were full of care.

"But I was very young when I was practicing Kung Fu with my grandpa." Wukong remembered the scene when he was practicing Kung Fu with his grandpa when he was a child.

Chi Chi touched Gohan's head and said slowly again: "Gohan is so young, can he withstand high-intensity training?"

"Mom, I'm not afraid." Gohan said with determination on his face.

As a mother, Qiqi still couldn't bear to see her child suffer, and said slowly: "Wait for a year and let your father train you personally when you are four years old, okay?"

"Really?" Goku and Gohan asked at the same time.

Wukong secretly clenched his fists and thought to himself, "Xixi, I can finally train Gohan."

Gohan was very happy to hear that he asked his father to train him, and his mother finally agreed.

Qiqi looked at the smiles of the two people and laughed too. The family was enjoying themselves like this.

Time is like fine sand, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The family was together and happy. Qiqi no longer had to worry about living. She cooked meals at home every day and waited for the father and son to come back.

"Ha, hey!" Wukong's figure moved at a high speed, with Qigong waves entangled behind him, approaching Wukong.

Gohan stood at a distance and watched his father practice. When the Qi Gongbi was approaching, Gohan shouted: "Dad, be careful."

Wukong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and once again gathered Qigong waves in his hands to offset the pursuing Qigong.

"Taota" Wukong landed on the ground.

Gohan saw his father landing on the ground and quickly flew over.

"Dad, here." Gohan handed a towel to his father.

"Haha" Goku took Gohan's towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Gohan, did you see clearly what dad did just now?"

"I could see it clearly at first, but then my father sped up and couldn't see it anymore."

"You can't just rely on your eyes, you have to rely on your feelings." Goku touched Gohan's head, then sat on a big rock with Gohan in his arms.

"Yes, Uncle Piccolo said the same thing." Gohan nodded obediently.

"It's better to have more actual combat. Qiqi won't let herself train Gohan now." Wukong was a little embarrassed.

"Dad, have you ever fought with Uncle Bick?"

"Hehe. Of course we fought, and dad won." Wukong chuckled.

"Why is it different from what Piccolo said?" Gohan was a little confused.

"That's right, the world's best martial arts conference..."

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"Haha, it turns out that Uncle Piccolo lost to dad." Gohan looked at his dad and suddenly felt that his dad was very powerful.

"Dad, I want to train." Gohan blinked his bright eyes and prayed to Goku.

"Shh." Wukong stood up and looked around to see Qiqi's figure.

Wukong lowered his voice and said, "Let's do it quietly, don't let mother know."

"Okay." Gohan stood up happily.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, the father and son had discussed it in advance before the fight, but once they fought, they were out of control and their voices became louder and louder.

"Gohan, see clearly." Wukong looked serious and was about to speed up the attack.

"Ahem." Qiqi coughed suddenly.

Wukong braked hurriedly, a little scared.

When Gohan saw Qiqi, his head drooped like frost hitting an eggplant.

Qiqi was not angry either, she just shouted from a distance: "It's time to eat."

"Oh" both father and son responded at the same time.

"Qiqi won't let her train Gohan, so it seems she has no choice but to ask Piccolo." The idea suddenly came to Goku's mind. Piccolo's strength is not much different from his own, so he will definitely be a good teacher.

The two returned home and wolfed down the food again.

After the father and son finished eating, Goku took Gohan out for a walk.

"Dad, I want to go out and practice." Gohan was the first to mention it, looking at his father expectantly.

Wukong showed a slight smile and nodded.

Gohan lowered his voice again and whispered: "Dad, don't tell mom, I'll leave quietly."

Goku touched Gohan's head, held Gohan in his arms, and said with a smile: "No problem, you go to Piccolo's place to practice hard, and dad will teach you well next year."

"Yeah." Gohan nodded.

At night, both Qiqi and Wukong were sleeping.

Gohan climbed up quietly, packed his small backpack, left a small note on the table, and flew towards the east.

Dawn gradually passed through the night, and Wukong was still asleep.

"Wukong, it's bad, Gohan ran away from home." Qiqi ran into the house with the note.

Wukong sat up sleepily.

"Mom, I'm going out to practice, don't worry about me." The note read as follows.

"Going to find Piccolo again." Wukong said casually.

"What? Demon King Piccolo?" Qiqi's voice rose a few decibels, a little anxious.

"Kiki, don't worry, Gohan is fine. The new Piccolo is different now..." Goku immediately began to explain.

...Thirty minutes later

Chi Chi still has to go find Gohan. It is too dangerous for Gohan to follow Demon King Piccolo.

"Wukong!" Suddenly an old voice appeared at the door of Wukong's house.

"It turns out you are a god." Wukong walked over and invited the god into the house.

"God." Qiqi was also a little surprised, why the God came back to find Wukong.

"I actually came here to ask Qiqi for a favor." The god's face showed embarrassment.

"I?"

"Let Gohan stay with Piccolo." The god said silently.

"That's okay!" Qiqi immediately retorted.

"Actually, Piccolo has been changing. During that time, when Gohan and Piccolo were together, I could clearly feel that Piccolo was suppressing his anger. I believe this is a good thing. The new Piccolo has been around since his birth. I have almost never killed any innocent lives since then. I believe that Piccolo will not hurt Gohan, so let Gohan and Piccolo practice together!" The god lowered his head and asked Qiqi.

"I'm sorry, out of selfishness, I didn't tell Gohan that I was at Piccolo's place before." The god said apologetically.

Qiqi: "Has Piccolo really changed?"