The stone door of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber slowly opened.
Mr. Popo stood outside the door, watching the two figures emerge from the pure white void. A flicker of surprise crossed his round eyes.
"Goku!" He stepped forward, his voice puzzled. "Why did you come out early?"
Son Goku smiled and stretched lazily, his bones cracking loudly. "Mr. Popo, our training was successful, so we came out early."
"Training successful?" Mr. Popo's gaze swept over the two of them.
Trunks walked in front, his golden aura already withdrawn.
Son Goku followed behind. Beneath his orange gi, that seemingly ordinary body concealed a power that made one's heart tremble.
Mr. Popo asked, "Are you confident about dealing with the Androids?"
Trunks puffed out his chest, confidence blazing in his golden eyes. "Mr. Popo, don't worry. My power level has now reached 1.2 billion. Killing the Androids will be as easy as crushing an ant."
At those words, heartfelt joy appeared on Mr. Popo's dark face. "That's wonderful! Earth can finally return to peace!"
Son Goku nodded. "Then, Mr. Popo, see you later."
"Goku, Trunks, do your best!" Mr. Popo waved.
Trunks nodded. Then Son Goku placed a hand on his shoulder. "Instant Transmission!"
Whoosh!
A flash of light passed, and the two vanished from Kami's Lookout.
Underground base.
Bulma was sitting before the control console, adjusting an old Dragon Radar.
There was even more silver in her light purple short hair now, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes flickered in and out beneath the lights.
"Bulma!"
A familiar voice came from behind her.
Bulma spun around sharply and saw Son Goku and Trunks standing at the entrance.
One smiled as brightly as the sun, while the other stood as steady as a mountain.
"Goku! Trunks!" Bulma leaped