Son Gohan's Rage Explodes

Looking down from high above.

The semi-circular Kami's Lookout floated not far from the atmosphere.

Lush vegetation covered its surface, and several buildings rose from the ground, dreamlike and ethereal, truly worthy of the name "divine palace."

Son Gohan and Trunks descended.

Trunks looked left and right, his eyes unable to take it all in.

With wide eyes, he bounced twice on the surface of Kami's Lookout and trotted ahead, curious about everything he saw.

"Brother Gohan, is this really where Kami lives?" he asked.

"Yes, it is."

Seeing Trunks's exuberant demeanor, Son Gohan couldn't help but smile.

He was still a child at heart, and his joy was impossible to hide.

Of course, Son Gohan was happy too.

At the very least, Kami's Lookout had not been attacked by the Androids; everything was currently intact.

This meant the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was still usable.

I wonder if Mr. Popo is still here?

Thinking this, Son Gohan followed in Trunks's direction toward the building complex.

There was an archway there; passing through it would lead to the true heart of Kami's Lookout.

For now, they were still in the front section, out on the plaza.

"Brother Gohan, what does Kami actually look like?" Trunks asked, turning back as he ran ahead.

"Is he really tall, handsome, and super cool?"

Son Gohan thought of Piccolo's appearance and couldn't help but laugh. "He is quite tall."

But handsome? That was hard to say.

After all, using the word "handsome" to describe a Namekian was rather strange.

Because they had no distinction between male and female.

Just then, Son Gohan's pupils constricted.

He sensed someone emerging from the darkness of the palace gates.

Son Gohan stared fixedly at the gate and came to a halt.

"Trunks, stop."

"Ah." Hearing this, Trunks also stopped in his tracks.

Following that, he too noticed the figure emerging from the gate.

A figure without a shred of ki, without even the slightest fluctuation of life.

"This..." Trunks couldn't help but take two steps back.

What on earth was this?

Even the Androids, despite having no ki, at least possessed life signatures.

"Is that Mr. Popo?" Son Gohan asked, narrowing his eyes.

As he spoke, the figure finally stepped out from the darkness.

Or rather, he was darkness itself.

Who else could it be but Mr. Popo?

His entire body was pitch black; aside from his clothes, there wasn't a hint of any other color on him.

Blacker than black.

Seeing that it was indeed Mr. Popo, Son Gohan let out a sigh of relief.

Mr. Popo looked at Son Gohan, then at Trunks, and said, "Mr. Gohan, you have finally arrived. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

His face was a void of black, making it impossible to discern any expression.

He spoke without any emotion, sounding somewhat like a robot.

"Waiting for me? Waiting for what?" Son Gohan asked.

Mr. Popo replied, "Ever since Kami died twelve years ago, not a single human has come to this place. I have waited here for twelve full years, and Mr. Gohan has finally arrived."

"I would like to ask you, Mr. Gohan: are you willing to become the new Kami?"

Hearing this, Trunks's eyes lit up.

Cool, that was so cool.

Brother Gohan was going to be the new Kami.

There is nothing cooler than this.

But Son Gohan's subsequent reply left him stunned.

"Sorry, Mr. Popo, I have no desire to become the Guardian of Earth," Son Gohan said, shaking his head.

Mr. Popo was not disappointed; Son Gohan's answer was within his expectations.

However, he still asked, "Oh, why is that?"

Son Gohan replied, "Because even if I were to become the new Guardian of Earth, it wouldn't be enough to defeat Android 17 and Android 18."

"Furthermore, as far as I know, there are certain restrictions once one becomes the Guardian, right? For instance, Mr. Popo, have you truly looked down upon the mortal realm these past years?"

"For over a decade, the androids have been rampaging and slaughtering at will. The world is in deep water and scorching fire, with no one to answer their cries for help. What, then, is the point of Kami's Lookout existing at all?"

"Isn't it supposed to be for the protection of Earth?"

Mr. Popo, knowing he was in the wrong, lowered his head.

"I am very sorry, Mr. Gohan. As the caretaker of Kami's Lookout, I have no way to intervene in the affairs of the mortal world."

Hearing Mr. Popo's words, Son Gohan felt a surge of anger.

Which god-forsaken deity set these permissions, anyway?

Didn't you go down to the mortal realm yourself back then to help find the old Guardian's spaceship?

Why is it suddenly impossible now?

He hadn't understood these things originally.

But because he had merged with another soul, he had gained a new, god-like perspective.

Consequently, he also became aware that there were actually quite a few ways to save Earth.

However, what use were methods if there was no one to act?

Absolutely no one cared.

These past years, no one had paid any attention to Earth at all.

They had heartlessly dumped a mess filled with despair onto the shoulders of a nine-year-old child.

This world had completely become a forgotten world.

Who could possibly know how Son Gohan had survived these past ten-plus years?

No one came to save him; he had to save himself.

If only someone had reached out, Earth would never have ended up like this.

For example, if Mr. Popo had descended to the mortal realm, brought him to Kami's Lookout, taught him how to train, and revealed the secret of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Son Gohan felt he could have managed something—at the very least, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state.

Or, for instance, if King Kai had communicated with him when the disaster first began and told him the coordinates of New Namek.

Then he could have taken a spaceship to Namek, gathered the Dragon Balls, and resurrected his friends.

But no, there was nothing at all.

Now that over a decade had passed, it remained completely ignored.

They—everyone—seemed to have forgotten about Earth entirely.

Even if he found New Namek now, those former companions of his were likely beyond resurrection.

What angered him the most were those fallen comrades.

Though it was disrespectful, he hated their inaction.

One could argue that King Kai had too many planets to manage and had forgotten Earth's existence.

But what about them?

If things had gone as expected, those companions should have retained their physical bodies and been training in the Other World or on King Kai's Planet.

How could they have gone over a decade without asking or caring?

Was it because they had no attachments after death?

Or was there some other reason?

Thinking of this, Son Gohan couldn't help but wipe the moisture from the corner of his eye, then squeezed his right fist tightly.

His feet involuntarily exerted more force, and his aura suddenly expanded.

With him as the center, a shockwave of energy exploded outward.

The ground beneath his feet cracked with a series of sharp sounds, and a golden aura rose up around him.

Son Gohan himself had never expected that his first outburst of rage since his rebirth would happen here.

As everyone knew, Son Gohan had always been a gentle person, and his rage threshold had always been a mystery.

But that rage could also be said to be his greatest cheat code.

If he were only angry enough, the grass on the graves of 17 and 18 would likely be more than three meters high by now.

Seeing Son Gohan suddenly erupt with power and transform into a Super Saiyan.

Trunks and Mr. Popo were both startled.

Good heavens, Gohan's aura is so intense. With power like this, he could probably defeat the Androids, Trunks thought, shocked to his core.

Mr. Popo waved his hands, apologizing profusely, "Mr. Gohan, please, calm down. There is truly nothing I can do. It is my duty; I cannot interfere in the affairs of the mortal world. Besides, truth be told, I am no match for them either."

He assumed his previous answer had enraged Son Gohan.

"Hoo~"

Son Gohan exhaled, forcing himself to calm down.

In an instant, he understood.

Damn it, it's all the fault of that Old Bird for leaving such loopholes and being too stingy to even patch them.

He dispersed the powerful aura surrounding his body and said, "My apologies, I was rude just now."

He knew that, to some extent, he had been trying to guilt-trip the man.

Whether or not they chose to intervene was their own prerogative.

But whether or not he felt angry was entirely his own business.

Over these past ten-plus years, he had endured far too much.

"No, no, it is quite alright," Mr. Popo said, waving his hands repeatedly as he let out a sigh of relief.

He then continued, "Since you are not here to become the new Kami, what is the purpose of your visit, Mr. Gohan?"

Son Gohan stopped beating around the bush and said directly, "We would like to use the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Is that possible?"

"Ah, so Mr. Gohan knows about the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. That is certainly no problem. Please, follow me, both of you," Mr. Popo said, gesturing for them to follow before turning to walk into the Lookout.

Trunks looked at Son Gohan.

"What are you looking at? Keep up," Son Gohan said.

"Oh." Trunks immediately followed.

Son Gohan strode in as well.

"Brother Gohan, your aura just now was incredible," Trunks said, turning his head as they walked.

"It won't be long before you surpass that level of power yourself," Son Gohan said earnestly.

He wasn't just boasting.

With the aid of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber for his training, Son Gohan was very confident.

Trunks would certainly be able to grow stronger quickly, surpass the aura he had just unleashed, and then become stronger still.

After walking for a while, the three of them stopped in front of a large door.

Son Gohan looked up.

He noticed a clock hanging directly above the door.

Mr. Popo said, "Mr. Gohan, this is the Hyperbolic Time Chamber."

"The flow of time inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber is different from the outside. One year spent inside is actually only one day in the outside world."

"However, each person can only use it for a total of two days in their lifetime, so Mr. Gohan, you must keep track of the time yourself. If you exceed the limit, the door will automatically vanish, and you will be unable to get out."

Son Gohan nodded. "Understood."

Mr. Popo added, "Though, I suppose I am worrying too much. It is impossible for anyone to stay inside for two years. Heh, even Mr. Goku couldn't last more than a few months before he ran out."

Son Gohan: "..."

"Very well, go on in," Mr. Popo said, pushing open the door to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

Could such a miraculous place truly exist in this world?

Trunks poked his head inside and discovered a vast, white, unknown world.

Plan Two: ✔