"Not a bad plan. It has the artistic beauty of revenge." King Cold's cold face showed a faint approving smile as he nodded lightly. "We'll do it that way. Let those lowly races repent in fear for the sin of offending us."
Earth, Mount Paozu, Son Goku's home.
The atmosphere in the house grew heavy as that evil presence drew nearer and nearer.
"Not good!" Gohan's little face tightened. Unable to spare another thought for anything else, he quickly ran into the back room and changed into the purple training outfit with Demon Clan styling that Uncle Piccolo had given him.
"Let's go. We have to face what's coming." Branchi took a deep breath as well, trying to calm the Saiyan blood stirring within him at the approach of a powerful enemy. A flash of resolve passed through his eyes.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Two streaks tore through the air as Gohan and Branchi rose from the window at the same time, kicking up a breeze that rustled the homework papers on the table.
"Gohan! Branchi! You two little troublemakers, where are you going?!" Chi-Chi, who had been preparing dinner in the kitchen, heard the commotion and hurried out with a spatula still in her hand. Her face was filled with a mother's usual anxiety and confusion as she shouted at the two small figures rapidly ascending into the sky.
"Mom, we have something urgent to do. We're heading out for a bit and will be back soon!" Gohan called back to his mother on the ground, trying to keep his voice calm so she would not worry too much.
"It's almost dinner time! What are you running off for now? Have you finished your homework?" Chi-Chi looked up in confusion, her brows
deeply furrowed.
In her eyes, nothing was more important