Gohan sat on the edge of Champa's world, letting his feet dangle in the abyss below. Nothing could change his mind in the fact that he was not ready for tomorrow. He was still weak compared to what Hit told him his father could do with Blue and the Kaio-ken. That was a lie, he could take that power easily, but still. His father had no doubt progressed immensely since then.
So he sat. Not training. Doing what he knew his father would be doing at the same time. If time even worked the same way in both universes. Hell, 30 years could have passed for all he knew. If his father was as powerful as he was from conventional training, when he himself had the help from gods, then it must have been ages since he had disappeared in that universe. And by that statement, any of the Z-Fighters could pose a serious threat to his team. Vegeta, Piccolo, even Tien (If he was still able to fight from age).
But could he actually bring himself to fight them? To eliminate his one true family. The people that had brought him up and raised him from birth.
So he sat. Not training his body per say.
But his mind.
That's what needed the most help.
END
Hey boyos, sorry for being gone all summer. But I didn't have anything to write on (the school confiscated all laptops over the summer coz one kid downloaded fortnite on it) So ye. I died. But next chapter we're finally starting the tournament of power. And i'm sorry characters seem OOC, but that how I would envision some of them to be after Gohan and Cell's 'adventures'.
But ye. Im working on next chapter speed