Mount Paozu.
When Krillin landed under the old locust tree at the entrance of the yard, it happened to catch up with a wonderful kitchen attack and defense battle.
Goku's left hand is quietly reaching for the steaming giant Steamer on the stove with a level of anticipation and hand speed that even Super Saiyan 4 can't match.
His fingertips have touched the fat and white Big Baozi on the top, which exudes an innocent fragrance.
"Pah!"
There was a crisp explosion.
Chi-Chi's spatula accurately hit the back of Goku's hand, leaving a quickly red mark.
"How many times have I told you! Don't eat before the meal is served!"
"It hurts! Chi-Chi! Is your hand stronger again?"
Goku jumped back with his hands in his arms, his face showing the unique and undignified grievance that the strongest man in the universe would have when facing his wife.
Krillin walked into the courtyard with a smile and passed directly through the smell of fireworks that was unique to this world and filled the air between the couple.
"Goku, pack up and go on a long trip with me."
Goku's expression instantly changed from aggrieved to ecstatic, and his eyes lit up as brightly as the sun.
"Going out? Where are you going? Is there going to be a fight?"
"Should... yes." Krillin gave up.
"Okay! I'll go and change it for Battle Suit..."
"You can just wear this, no need to change."
Krillin grabbed him,
"Gone."
Chi-Chi leaned half out of the kitchen, the spatula that had made great achievements in battle still in his hand, like a Scepter.
"Where are you going? When will you be back? Have you eaten yet?"
Krillin made a reassuring gesture towards her with a gentle smile.
"It's not far. You can come back as soon as you go. It can take a day at most. Don't worry, I promise to bring you back safely."
Piccolo is already waiting on the platform of Kami's Lookout.
The white robe fluttered slightly in the high-altitude wind, and Dragon God Staff stood upright beside him.
His expression was as serious as ever, but Krillin noticed that the knuckles of the hand holding the staff were much looser than before.
When Kami's Lookout came out, Mr. Popo and Piccolo said a few words alone. Krillin didn't hear the specific content.
But looking at Piccolo's current state, those few words obviously had an excellent stabilizing effect.
Goku jumped up the steps of Kami's Lookout with a somersault, that fluffy tail swinging excitedly behind him.
"Where are we going? Where are we going? Say it quickly!"
"The future."
Krillin only said two words, and then added.
"Go and say goodbye to Future Trunks."
Goku's tail stopped.
The pure, battle-mad excitement on his face slowly faded away, replaced by an extremely rare look that was mixed with seriousness and nostalgia.
"Future Trunks? Something happened again?"
"Nothing happened."
Krillin shook his head,
"It's precisely because nothing happened that I have to say goodbye."
Goku scratched the back of his head.
He is not very good at understanding the convoluted emotions contained in the word "farewell".
But he could feel the heaviness in Krillin's tone when he said these words.
Piccolo didn't say anything.
He took a step forward and stood on the left side of Krillin, showing his attitude with his actions.
Krillin stretched out his hand and waved it gently, and the space split open silently, slowly revealing the scene of another timeline.
There is wind there.
The wind carries the unique smell of clean air washed repeatedly by rain and sunshine in the future world.
It is also mixed with a hint of the industrial aftertaste of burning diesel, as well as the slightly green grassy smell of newly planted saplings that have been exposed to the sun.
It is the smell of living people, the smell of vitality.
The last time I came to this timeline, it was devastated, and the air was filled with the dust of ruins and the silence of death.
Now, the wind blowing from the gap clearly told them that the world on the verge of destruction had come back to life.
"Let's go."
The three of them stepped into the crack.
The scenery changes.
They were standing on a street that was wide and luxurious.
The sun shines straight down from the top of the head, illuminating the old construction fences on both sides of the road and the building frames that are being erected one after another.
On the distant skyline, several huge cranes are slowly rotating in a hopeful rhythm.
The huge crane draws the grand lines of urban reconstruction under the blue sky.
There are people on the street.
Not much, but everyone is busy.
Construction workers in overalls pushed heavy handcarts by.
The car was filled with bricks and cement. There were beads of sweat on his dark face, but he was humming a tuneless song.
An old lady carrying a plastic bag cast curious eyes at them at the intersection, then lowered her head and walked her own way.
The rustle of a radio came from the temporary shop on the street corner, and a piece of pop music with a brisk rhythm was playing.
Several children were chasing each other in front of the store, laughing loudly.
Piccolo's eyes swept over these ordinary scenes, and the corners of his mouth finally relaxed inadvertently.
The rebuilt city is not pretty, with unfinished buildings and makeshift shacks everywhere.
But between those cold steel bars and rough concrete, there is something growing that cannot be faked by any force.
It's hope, it's tomorrow.
Goku took a deep breath of the air of this world, and then spit it out with satisfaction.
"What a big change! When I came here last time, there were still big potholes everywhere."
"Bullshit."
Piccolo answered coldly.
"Dragon Balls has restored the entire earth. Of course the changes are huge."
Krillin's perception has already locked onto the target.
In the direction of West City, in the underground facilities of Capsule Corporation headquarters, a familiar and tenacious energy is rising and falling with a very regular rhythm.
That is the breath of cultivation.
Future Trunks.
"Over there. Let's walk there."
Krillin chose to walk through this slowly recovering city.
This is not a whim.
Since it was farewell, he wanted Goku and Piccolo to take a good look at what the world looks like now.
Let's see what the things they risked their lives to protect have turned into.
After passing through about seven or eight streets, the iconic dome building of Capsule Corporation appeared at the end of the field of vision.
The newly built building is much shorter than the original one, and the paint color on the exterior walls is also different from the headquarters in the modern timeline.
It has a rough feeling of making do with the shabby stuff and barely cobbling it together.
But the door is brand new, the glass is polished to no shine, and there are two pots of pothos standing energetically at the door.
Krillin Open the door and walk in.
There is only one Robot for reception in the lobby, which is quietly on standby.
The promotional video of "Capsule Corporation Reconstruction Plan" was played in a loop on the screen.
"Go down. Third underground floor, Gravity Room."
The three of them went down the stairs.
The closer we get to the target floor, the more clear the heat and tenacity that evaporates from the practice, smelling of sweat, become.
When I pushed open the heavy metal door of Gravity Room, a gust of hot wind blew in my face.