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When Goten and Merus arrived, Trunks was waiting for them. Noticing Merus, he immediately asked, "Goten, where's Whis? Didn't you say he's following you now?"
"I told Whis to stay with Lord Beerus," Goten replied casually.
"Why?" Trunks asked, tilting his head.
"Whis is Dad and the others' teacher," Goten explained. "I want him to continue training them. Besides, when he's with me, all he does is take me places!"
Trunks nodded in understanding.
"Trunks, do you want to train on Lord Beerus's planet too?" Goten asked.
"Well..." Trunks hesitated. "I think I'd better not. Mom's already annoyed that Dad's gone there. If I go too, there won't be anyone to take care of her and Bulla!"
Goten smiled and said, "Fair enough. Then let's train together!"
"The two of us? Won't I just slow you down?" Trunks asked nervously.
"How could you slow me down when we're training ourselves?" Goten replied confidently.
"No... Should we go to the Gravity room?" Trunks said sheepishly.
"The gravity room has its limits," Goten explained. "Eight hundred times gravity doesn't do much for me anymore. I thought we could have Merus help us train instead."
"Merus?" Trunks repeated, his interest piqued.
"Yeah, Merus is an angel," Goten said. "He can create things out of thin air, right, Merus?"
"Of course," Merus replied with a small smile. "For us angels, creating something out of nothing is trivial."
"So, Goten, are you two going to train here?" Merus asked.
"Of course not," Goten replied. "If we trained here, we'd end up tearing Trunks' house apart!"
Turning to Trunks, Goten said, "How about we head to Mount Paozu to train?"
"Good idea!" Trunks agreed eagerly.
With that, Merus used his staff to teleport them to a vast, open area on Mount Paozu.
Once they arrived, Goten turned to Trunks. "This spot should work, right?"
"Um!" Trunks nodded.
Merus stepped forward and swung his staff, conjuring two enormous stone weights onto the ground.
"Lord Goten, Trunks, you cannot transform into Super Saiyans for this exercise," Merus instructed. "You'll lift these stone weights and carry them around the mountain."
"Got it!" Trunks said.
Goten crouched down and lifted one of the stone weights with ease. "Merus, this is too light!"
"Too light?" Merus raised an eyebrow. "That weight is 200 tons."
"Two... two hundred tons?!" Trunks exclaimed, his jaw dropping.
Trunks quickly did the math in his head. When training in the 800-times-gravity room, he had only managed a total weight of 48 tons. Compared to that, 200 tons was astronomical.
"Fine," Merus said, waving his staff again. The stone weight increased to 225 tons. "Lord Goten, how about this?"
"This feels about right," Goten said, nodding as he lifted the new weight with ease.
"Uh... Mr. Merus, could mine be a bit lighter?" Trunks asked nervously.
"Of course," Merus replied. "Yours is only 50 tons."
Trunks sighed in relief. If he were a Super Saiyan, 200 tons wouldn't be an issue, but in his normal state, even 50 tons was daunting.
Lowering his body, Trunks gripped the stone weight and, with great effort, lifted it off the ground.
Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. Every day, Goten and Trunks trained diligently at Mount Paozu.
One afternoon, as they sparred on a grassy field, three familiar figures descended from the sky: Piccolo, Pan, and Bulla.
"Uncle Piccolo, Pan, Bulla!" Goten greeted, halting his movements.
Piccolo nodded in acknowledgment.
"Pan, Bulla, what brings you here?" Trunks asked with a smile.
"Uncle Trunks, Bulla and I want to train with you too!" Pan declared, her small frame exuding determination.
"Yeah!" Bulla added enthusiastically.
Trunks chuckled and pointed to a stone weight nearby. "Alright, Pan. If you can lift that stone weight, I'll let you train with us."
"Deal!" Pan said confidently, marching over to the weight. She gripped it with both hands and tried with all her might to lift it, but it didn't budge.
Seeing her struggle, Piccolo quickly approached, ready to intervene if needed.
"Ahhh..." After a while, Pan gave up and fell backward onto the grass, panting heavily.
"Pan, are you okay?" Piccolo asked, concern evident in his voice.
"I'm fine, Grandpa Piccolo," Pan replied, blowing on her red and swollen hands.
Trunks chuckled. "Well, Pan, how'd it go?"
Pan stood up, pouting. "I'm still little now, but when I grow up, I'll definitely be able to lift it!"
"Alright," Trunks said with a grin. "I'll be waiting for that day."
Goten, knowing their training was done for the day, walked over to Pan. "Pan, where's your dad?"
"Dad's practicing at home," Pan replied.
"At home?"
"Yeah, he got off from work recently. I wanted to train with him, but he said I'm just a girl and should focus on studying instead."
Goten smiled. "Your dad's probably right."
"What's right about that?" Pan retorted. "Mom's a girl, and she's been training since she was a kid!"
"Your dad's just looking out for you," Goten said gently.
"I don't care," Pan huffed. "I'm going to train and become the best female martial artist in the world!"
"The best martial artist?"
"Yeah! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't compete to be the best!"
"Of course you can," Goten said with a laugh. "But if you become the best in the world, who's going to marry you?"
Pan raised her chin defiantly. "That's easy! I'll marry the best male martial artist in the world. The best in the world deserves the best in the world!"
Goten burst out laughing. "Fair enough! The best in the world should be with the best in the world."
Pan frowned. "What's so funny, Uncle Goten?"
"Nothing," Goten said, still chuckling. "Tell me, Pan, is this your idea or your Grandpa Satan's?"
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