"Well," the tiny Goku chirped, his voice high but his spirit unbroken. "I guess we’re going to need a spaceship."
As the smoke cleared, the legendary warrior stood not as the titan who defeated Majin Buu, but as a child once more. The Black Star Dragon Balls scattered to the farthest reaches of the galaxy, and a countdown began that would threaten the very existence of the planet. "Well," the tiny Goku chirped, his voice high
Goku looked out over the edge of the Lookout, gazing at the distant blue horizon of Earth. He knew Uub was right. The boy wasn't a boy anymore; he was a protector. But just as the master prepared to give his final blessing, a strange chill swept through the sacred grounds. Goku looked out over the edge of the
Uub bowed deeply. "It is because of your patience, Master Goku. But I feel the world shifting. I feel like my training here is nearing its end." But just as the master prepared to give
Goku wiped sweat from his brow, his orange gi tattered but his grin as wide as ever. "You’ve grown, Uub. Your control over that energy... it’s unlike anything I’ve seen since, well, since I fought Buu."
"With these, the world will finally be mine!" Pilaf cackled, his trembling hands reaching for the dark-starred orbs. Outside, Goku’s brow furrowed. "Do you feel that, Uub?"
Goku rushed toward the source, but he was too late. The wish was made—not for world domination, but a panicked, accidental cry for Goku to be "small and helpless" again.
