I turned to Trunks and jerked my head toward the sky.
"Come on," I said. "let go, to the sky place."
Trunks blinked. "Huh...? The sky what?"
"The Lookout."
His left brow raised. "why?"
I was already lifting off the ground. "Unless you know another spot where time bends and a day will equal to a year."
Trunks shot into the air after me, glancing back only once, at Vegeta, still standing rigid, fists clenched, staring at the horizon like it had personally offended him.
....
The Lookout floated high above the clouds, pristine and untouched by the chaos below. White stone gleamed beneath the sun, pillars stretching skyward as if holding the heavens in place.
Kami stood near the edge, hands folded behind his back.
He turned the moment we arrived.
"I was wondering why you'd come," he said calmly.
Mr. Popo stood beside him, silent as ever, unreadable.
I landed first. Trunks followed, boots scraping lightly against the smooth tile.
"Kami," I said without preamble. "I need to use the Room of Spirit and Time. Me and him."
Trunks straightened, surprised. "W-wait, the what...?"
I pat his head, "don't worry about it"
Kami's expression hardened slightly. "That place is not a tool to be used lightly. One year inside for one day outside. Extreme gravity. Extreme isolation, Extreme weather. Many have gone mad within its walls."
"I know," I replied. "That's why I'm asking...."
Kami studied me for a long moment.
"And why," he asked slowly, "do you need it?"
I turned slightly and placed a hand on Trunks' shoulder.
"Because his future is dying," I said. "And he's the only one who can save it."
Trunks swallowed.
I continued, voice steady. "The androids in his timeline wiped out nearly everything. If he goes back the way he is now, he'll die too. But if he's strong enough, if he's trained properly, he has a chance."
Kami's eyes softened.
"A noble goal," he said. "But still dangerous."
"I won't waste the chamber," I said firmly. "And I won't break it."
"Break it.?" kami asked.
Silence.
Then Kami nodded.
"Very well," he said. "You may enter. But remember, only two days total. No more."
"All i need is one day."
Mr. Popo stepped aside and gestured toward the massive door.
Trunks stared at it, awe and fear mixing in his expression.
"One year…" he muttered.
I smirked. "Relax. You'll barely notice."
We stepped forward.
The door closed behind us.
....
The world exploded into white.
Endless space stretched in every direction, featureless, empty, silent. The gravity pressed down immediately, a few times heavier than Earth, than it got lighter for no reason.
Trunks staggered, as he looked around.
I turned to face him fully.
"There's something you need to know," I said.
He looked up at me, serious. "About your power?"
I nodded.
"The strength you saw me use against the androids, it doesn't come from normal ki."
His brow furrowed. "Then what is it?"
"It's called god ki."
The word seemed to echo.
"Ki used by gods," I continued. "Supreme Kai, God of Destruction. Beings higher than them. It's refined, compressed, controlled on a level mortals aren't meant to touch."
Trunks' eyes widened. "Then how..?"
"I Cheated, and found a way to learn it," I said. "And I kept it secret for a reason."
I stepped closer, lowering my voice.
"If gods know a mortal is using god ki without permission, they intervene. Sometimes… violently."
Trunks swallowed. "Then why tell me?"
"Because I'm going to teach you," I said simply.
He stared. "Teach me… god ki?"
"Yes."
"But...won't that..."
"It will change you," I interrupted. "Completely. You won't just be a Super Saiyan. You'll be something else."
I met his eyes.
"A Saiyan God."
The silence stretched.
"…Okay," Trunks said.
I blinked. "That's it?"
He shrugged weakly. "My world's already dead. What's one more impossible thing?"
I laughed. "Fair enough."
"Oh yeah, time travel is forbidden too."
"WHAT" Trunks yelled.
....
Training was brutal.
The first months were nothing but control, standing still under crushing weather[FIRE, ICE], learning to breathe without leaking power, compressing energy inward instead of letting it explode outward.
Trunks collapsed more times than I could count.
I dragged him back up every time.
"Again," I'd say.
And he'd do it.
Meditation nearly broke him. Saiyans weren't built for stillness. His energy flared wildly, refusing to settle, his emotions constantly interfering.
"You're thinking like a warrior," I told him one day as he nearly lost control again. "God ki isn't about domination. It's about containment."
"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?" he snapped.
"it means gods don't waste energy screaming, like a madman."
Slowly, and painfully, he improved.
By the sixth month, something clicked.
His aura vanished.
Not suppressed.
Gone.
Yet the pressure in the air spiked.
I grinned. "There it is."
Trunks opened his eyes.
As his hair turned RED.
"did i do it...?," he whispered.
"Yep"
The final months were combat, precision strikes, efficiency, overwhelming force delivered in silence. No wasted motion. No roar. No flair.
More my training than his, as now i was waaaay weaker than him.
When the year ended, Trunks stood taller, calmer, eyes sharper, with a bit of a longer hair.
Pretty Cool, My Dude.
...
We stepped out of the chamber.
Only a day had passed.
Kami was waiting.
But the look on his face told me everything before he spoke.
"An evil has emerged," he said urgently. "A creature called itself Cell. It has begun attacking cities."
My stomach dropped.
"He has absorbed Android 18," Kami continued. "Now he calls himself… Imperfect Cell."
As we were told, the others had tried to stop him.
They failed.
I looked at Trunks and nodded once.
"Time to test you out."
We took off.
Ben's power level: 6,045,000 x [god ki x175,010,000]