Son Goku pressed two fingers to his forehead, closed his eyes, and frowned slightly.
"The ki on the King of Worlds Planet... it's faint, but there's no mistake. This is the place."
Beside him, Trunks clenched his fists. The next moment, whoosh!
Space seemed to be torn open and stitched back together by an invisible hand. The dizzying sensation of weightlessness lasted only an instant.
Trunks's heels touched the ground, and his knees bent instinctively.
"This gravity... it's ten times normal too."
He immediately adjusted his breathing. His muscle memory reacted faster than his mind; training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber had already taught his body to bear this weight.
Blue-green grass lay beneath his feet. The planet was absurdly small—he could actually see its edge.
"Oh! Oh! More visitors! More visitors!"
King Kai's distinctive booming voice rang out. Before Trunks could even spot him, the sound had already set his eardrums buzzing.
"Son Goku! Another Son Goku! Hahaha, Saiyans are gathering all over my place!"
Trunks looked up, his breath catching.
Master Roshi leaned on his walking stick, his sunglasses reflecting the light. Tien Shinhan stood with his arms folded. The bald Krillin stared over with wide eyes, while Piccolo stood a little farther away, his cape fluttering gently in the wind on the King of Worlds Planet.
It's them... it really is them.
He had only ever seen these faces in a photo album whose corners had grown ragged from constant handling.
Krillin was the first to rush over, his bald head gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight.
"Trunks! It really is you! You've grown so much!" His voice brimmed with surprise and delight as he clapped Trunks on the shoulder. "You were just a little kid the last time I saw you!"
"Uncle Krillin..."
Trunks's voice came out