CHAPTER 358: CHAPTER 458: “TRAINING”?

Goku found his master, Taro, and asked about the Super Saiyan matter.

Taro showed a faint smile. He looked into Goku’s eyes as if piercing through them, focusing on the angry and violent giant ape within. He brushed it off with a single sentence: "As for that, you’ll know when Frieza arrives."

Goku said happily, "Master, can I fight Frieza?"

He thought his master would take Frieza as his opponent!

Taro said, "You’ve reached this stage in your training now. Going further will be very difficult. And throughout the entire universe, there are very few enemies suitable to be your opponent... Frieza is a good whetstone, but unfortunately, he’s the only one."

He shook his head as he spoke.

Goku was excited. Frieza was a super strong being—everyone said so. But over the past five years, Goku had been training in the gravity room and hadn’t experienced the Virtual Earth Network’s Earth Defense Game. Even knowing Frieza’s two hundred million combat power stats, without actually fighting him, Goku had no real concept of how strong Frieza truly was.

"How much stronger is he than me?" Goku asked.

"Don’t you already know? Two hundred million. He’s much stronger than you are now. If you want to truly contend with him, you’ll need to borrow his power..." Taro tapped Goku’s temple.

Goku’s eyes widened, thoughtful.

In the mental world, Kakarot remained sealed by Taro’s mark, unaffected by Goku’s mind and unable to easily interfere with Goku’s will. This seal protected not only Goku but also kept Kakarot from being assimilated.

He suddenly looked up, staring at the endless sky of the mental world, as if locking eyes with Taro.

Taro’s gaze was calm.

Kakarot was calm too, but his eyes flickered with raging thunder—wild flames protected carefully by Taro since birth, never extinguished.

Because Bulma had asked him to come home today and accompany their son, Son Gosen, into the Virtual Earth Network to play that Earth Defense game, and because he himself wanted to understand more about Frieza, Goku chatted with Taro for a while before preparing to leave.

If something like the incident with the Ginyu Force happened again today, it would be too embarrassing. Even someone as carefree as Goku couldn’t handle his wife’s scolding.

Before leaving,

Goku turned back and told Taro something: "By the way, Master, when Vegeta heard that I improved my power step by step through training, he seemed very surprised. What’s that about? Do they never train?"

Taro nodded and said, "People like Vegeta and other races born with high potential and energy usually improve their power mainly through physical growth. Their combat strength mostly depends on innate talent. This is why the Saiyan race is called a warrior people—they can break through their limits in battle, even though that’s a very small chance. But it’s enough for them to stand out among the universe’s races."

"As for training... they don’t really understand what training means."

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"Training?"

Vegeta frowned tightly, repeating the word silently.

Since entering a human city on Earth, he had heard that word more than once on the streets.

Though his wounds were already healed by the Senzu Bean Gohan gave him earlier, he had challenged Goku again afterward and was thoroughly beaten by Kakarot. He still bore some injuries, but they didn’t affect his movement. With Saiyan physiology, his recovery was still fast.

On the way to the city, he took off his battle armor, something like a suit, and threw it away.

His subordinates had been wiped out by Earthlings. If he kept wearing the Frieza Force’s standard battle suit, Earthlings would recognize him soon. Taro had told him not to cause trouble, so Vegeta complied. Though proud by nature, now that he couldn’t escape and couldn’t win, he wasn’t foolish—self-preservation came first.

This was a coastal city, nightfall had come, and the city lights stretched like dragons, with cars flowing nonstop and towering skyscrapers everywhere.

Vegeta felt uncomfortable. This bustling world of ordinary people stirred a destructive impulse inside him.

It was noisy.

They’re just ordinary people, so why do their smiles feel so annoying?

When he overheard passersby mention words like training or martial arts, he grabbed a few and coldly demanded explanations.

But those he caught either couldn’t explain anything clearly—seemed like amateurs with only a vague interest—or simply didn’t take Vegeta’s threats seriously, sneering and saying, "This is the branch of the Martial Arts Association; you wouldn’t dare cause trouble here."

Vegeta didn’t know what the Martial Arts Association was, but looking at these obviously weak yet utterly confident Earthlings unafraid of him, he found it strange. They clearly didn’t know that Taro had ordered him not to cause harm, and he was obviously stronger than them—so why weren’t they afraid of him?

Aren’t they afraid of dying?

Vegeta’s doubts kept growing.

"Training."

He muttered the word again. He was determined—he had to find out what this ’training’ really was. Was it because of "training" that Earthlings were so strong? Was that how Goku and Kakarot became so powerful?

After fighting with Goku and Kakarot, he even got some insight into their relationship.

Actually, Goku answered Vegeta’s questions straightforwardly, since there was no reason to hide anything—after all, Vegeta was one of his last remaining Saiyan kin.

Goku was just a low-class warrior, yet now he had grown strong enough that a single strike could take down a Saiyan prince like Vegeta... Could this Earthling concept of "training" really be that miraculous?

But how to find out more?

Vegeta was at a loss. Standing on the streets of this bustling coastal city, he felt a bit bewildered. Normally, on alien planets, if he had a problem, he’d just go find someone strong and demand answers. If they refused, he’d fight, kill, or destroy until they obeyed—there were always those who complied.

But here, that obviously wouldn’t work.

If he dared cause massive destruction on this planet, with how sensitive Goku and the others were to energy signatures... no, even now, they were probably watching his ki. Any abnormality and Goku’s group would arrive to eliminate this invader.

So Vegeta was in a tricky spot.

But he quickly thought of a plan—

Find the strongest fighter in this city first.

Vegeta sneered coldly. "Challenging the strong..." Surely that wouldn’t count as causing trouble or making a scene, right? He sensed around quickly—some stronger fighters might be hiding their energy, but there were always those who didn’t or couldn’t conceal it perfectly.

A battle power of around one thousand three or four hundred was detected about a thousand meters away.

This person should know what "training" means.

Good.

Vegeta walked along the city streets. Because of his cold aura, no reckless people dared to bother him. Cars passed by on the road beside him constantly, but Vegeta paid no attention. He didn’t fly straight over but walked, wanting to recover some strength along the way.

The unpredictable high battle power of Earthlings made Vegeta cautious.

Who knew if this one-thousand-plus power guy might suddenly explode to ten thousand?

After winding through the streets, Vegeta tracked the energy to the entrance of a bar.

Just as he was about to enter, he heard a quarrel nearby.

He looked over and saw a blue-haired woman with a red headband surrounded by a few lowlifes. They sneered lecherously:

"What’s the act? We’re all just here to have fun. You not gonna let us touch, huh? Around here, as long as you don’t go overboard, the Martial Arts Association won’t care!"

"Hey pretty lady, just behave yourself!"

"Where’s your shift-sister? The blonde twin sisters? Tsk tsk... why not call them over and let’s all have some fun together?"

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