The day had finally arrived. After weeks of intense training, Goku had figured out how to complete his new technique—the Heavyweight Clothes Technique. Inspired by his experience with the Oozaru transformation and the realization that he needed more control over his body, Goku knew this was the next step in his training.
"Alright, time to level up!" Goku said, looking at his worn-out training clothes. He stood by the lake, admiring his reflection while striking poses. "I'll make these clothes weigh as much as a mountain. Then, when I take them off, I'll be super fast! It's genius!"
Goku flexed his arms, practicing his "cute face" again, just in case Grandpa Gohan caught him slacking off. "Gotta keep Grandpa happy," he muttered. "That old man's got eyes everywhere."
Goku sat cross-legged by the lake and began focusing on his ki, channeling his energy into his clothing. He imagined the fabric becoming denser and heavier with every breath he took. As the technique took form, his clothes began to glow with a faint aura.
"Whoa, it's actually working!" Goku grinned. "I can feel it getting heavier already!"
But then, something strange happened. The weight of his clothes began to increase rapidly.
THUD!
"Ahh!" Goku shouted as he fell face-first into the dirt, his body pinned down by the sudden pressure. "Okay, maybe I overdid it just a little!" He tried to push himself up, but it felt like a mountain was pressing down on him.
"This is... nothing!" he grunted, struggling to move. "I can handle this... totally!" His legs wobbled like jelly as he finally managed to stand.
"Who thought making clothes heavy was such hard work?" he said, panting. "I need to tweak this a bit."
Over the next hour, Goku adjusted the technique. He reduced the weight of his clothes just enough so he could still move without turning into a pancake, but the challenge was still immense. Now, every movement felt like he was dragging a mountain behind him.
Goku smiled as sweat dripped down his face. "Yeah! This is what I'm talking about! When I get used to this, no one will be able to catch me! Not even… Freeza!" He shuddered at the thought of the terrifying villains from the anime world he now found himself in.
His stomach growled loudly. "Oof... but first, maybe a snack wouldn't hurt."
Back at Grandpa Gohan's house, Goku tried his best to act normal. He knew he couldn't tell Gohan about the weighted clothes yet, but it wasn't easy.
Grandpa Gohan was sitting on the porch, watching Goku stumble around like a toddler learning to walk. "Goku, you're walking funny today. Did you hurt yourself during training?"
Goku blinked, trying to act casual. "Oh, no! I'm just, uh... testing out a new move! Yeah, a secret technique! Super advanced stuff."
Grandpa Gohan raised an eyebrow. "Hmm... if you say so. Just don't overdo it, Goku. You need to take care of your body, especially with the World Martial Arts Tournament coming up."
"Oh, don't worry about me, Grandpa! I'm as tough as they come!" Goku gave a thumbs up, though his knees were wobbling from the extra weight.
Gohan chuckled. "Well, as long as you know what you're doing."
As soon as Gohan turned his back, Goku let out a deep breath and collapsed onto the ground. "Man, this is tough!" he whispered, trying not to make any noise. "These clothes feel like a house! How did I think this was a good idea?!"
Later that evening, Goku decided to test his new heavyweight clothes in battle training. He found a large tree and unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, his movements slower but more deliberate. Every punch felt like lifting a boulder, but he could already tell that this training was pushing him beyond his limits.
"I've got this!" he shouted, throwing a massive punch that sent shockwaves through the air. "These clothes are making me stronger every second!"
But as he wound up for another attack, the weight suddenly became too much, and he lost his balance, slamming into the tree headfirst.
WHAM!
"OWWW!" Goku cried, holding his head. "Stupid tree! You didn't have to hit back!"
As he sat there rubbing the growing lump on his head, Goku realized something. "Wait... if I can barely move in these clothes now, imagine how fast I'll be when I take them off!"
A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Heh, I'm gonna blow everyone away! I'll be so fast, they'll think I'm teleporting!"
The next morning, Goku was up bright and early, already wearing his weighted clothes. He went through his usual routine, training with punches, kicks, and even meditation. Despite the added weight, he could feel his body getting stronger and more adaptable.
While performing handstands and push-ups with the extra load, Goku's confidence grew. He imagined himself standing before villains like Frieza and Cell, effortlessly dodging their attacks because of all the speed he would gain once he removed his heavy clothes.
"They won't know what hit 'em!" Goku giggled.
As he continued training, though, a wild idea popped into his head. "Hey... what if I make the clothes even heavier?" He scratched his chin. "That could make me even stronger! I just have to make sure I don't, you know, die in the process..."
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Grandpa Gohan calling out. "Goku, come inside! It's breakfast time!"
Goku's eyes lit up. "Finally! Food!" He zoomed toward the house—or at least tried to. With his weighted clothes, it looked more like a slow-motion jog.
"Hurry up, Goku!" Grandpa Gohan shouted, not realizing the struggle his grandson was going through.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Goku panted, barely making it to the porch before collapsing. He flopped down on the floor, too tired to care about anything but the food waiting for him.
Grandpa Gohan stared at him, concerned. "Goku, are you sure you're okay? You look like you've been hit by a truck."
Goku waved him off weakly. "Just... training… technique… totally fine..."
"Hmm... I don't know what you're up to, but don't push yourself too hard."
Goku smiled sheepishly. "You got it, Grandpa. I'll just... maybe take a little nap after breakfast..."
As they sat down for the meal, Goku couldn't help but laugh at himself. His secret training was working, but it was a lot harder than he had imagined. Still, he was determined. With his new technique, he would reach new levels of strength, and when the time came to remove the weighted clothes, he would be unstoppable.
But for now, he had breakfast to focus on.
"Hey, Grandpa, can I have seconds?" Goku asked, grinning.
Grandpa Gohan chuckled. "You always do."
And with that, Goku happily stuffed his face, preparing for the next round of his intense training.
As the days passed, Goku grew more accustomed to the weight, pushing himself further each time. The Heavyweight Clothes Technique was officially part of his routine now, and although it left him exhausted at the end of the day, he knew it was worth it.
"This is gonna make me the strongest fighter in the world," Goku said, grinning as he flexed his muscles.
"But maybe I'll take a break from trees. They hit harder than I thought…"