Son Goku looked at Trunks with a smile. "Trunks, things here are already settled. Let's—set off!"
"Okay, Uncle Goku!" Trunks nodded heavily.
The two walked toward the blue-and-white Time Machine.
Trunks was the first to leap into the cockpit. After a series of operations, the machine emitted a deep hum and slowly rose into the air.
Standing at the hatch, Son Goku looked back at the companions who had fought alongside him, a smile curling across his lips.
"Wait for me."
Then he jumped into the cabin.
Boom— Pale blue temporal energy blasted from the rear of the Time Machine, carving a silver trail through the sky. Then—whoosh!
It vanished in a flash.
It disappeared from everyone's sight, and from this world's timeline as well.
Piccolo closed his eyes. The aura around him flickered slightly as he sensed the trajectories of those two ki signatures.
A moment later, he opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Son Goku and that kid have indeed disappeared from this world. It seems they really went to another parallel world."
Krillin looked up at the sky and sighed. "Bulma really is a genius. She can even build something like a Time Machine."
Piccolo withdrew his gaze, his eyes sweeping over the group as he said sternly, "All right, everyone, go back and continue training.
"In three years, Androids will appear in our world too."
"While Son Goku is gone, I'll be responsible for supervising your training. If anyone slacks off—"
Piccolo clenched his fist as his aura rose faintly around him. A hard-to-read smile appeared on his lips. "I'd be more than happy to personally 'take care' of him."
Everyone shuddered in unison.
"Y-Yes!!!"
Inside the Time Machine, the space was wider than imagined.
Son Goku sat cross-legged in the co-pilot's seat,