Another Son Gohan

"Whether it's coming back from the dead or visiting another world, when you live long enough, you really do run into all kinds of incredible things." The Master Roshi of this world stroked his gray-white beard and sighed.

Son Wukong was just as curious about the male Master Roshi. "My master is Master Roshi too, but she's an old woman. It's so strange to see an old man Master Roshi."

"Little girl, let me guess. Your grandfather is Son Gohan, isn't he?"

"How did you know?" Son Wukong asked in surprise.

"So that's it. I once heard Son Gohan of this world say that he'd found a short-tempered baby with a tail. I imagine Son Gohan in your world had a similar experience."

"But in our world, that baby with a tail grew up to be a bad person," Krillin said with a sigh. "The differences between the two worlds are truly remarkable."

"Was I a woman in the other world?" Master Roshi, meanwhile, had started thinking about something else. "Hehehe, I'd love to see what I'd look like as a woman."

"Here, have a look." Zhang Wutian took out his phone and pulled up a family photo.

"I see so many familiar faces, and some children I don't recognize. Oh! Is that me in the other world? I'm a complete old woman!"

"But if you really push yourself and get lucky, your body can become young again."

"Ohohoho! Would I turn into a beauty?" Master Roshi looked at Zhang Wutian expectantly.

"Don't get ideas about yourself in another world..." Zhang Wutian put his phone away with a nervous sweat. He decided that his own old-lady Master Roshi had much better morals.

Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong spent a little more time in this world. They met up with Tien Shinhan and visited a number of people who had been revived. Some couldn't accept Wukong's existence, but Zhang Wutian merely laughed it off. They'd be leaving this world soon anyway, and out of sight meant out of mind.

King Piccolo, who had also been revived, wisely kept out of sight during this time, so no one tried to hunt him down. The whole world seemed to fall into a brief period of calm, and no one wanted to disturb the hard-won peace.

After staying for a while, Zhang Wutian said his farewells to Krillin and the others, then flew off with Son Wukong using the Flight Technique.

The two flew all the way to the home of Son Wukong in this world—the very place where Zhang Wutian had first crossed over.

At a spot almost exactly like the one they knew, Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong found the little house that belonged to Son Goku.

An old man stood behind the house, offering incense at a grave.

The lonely grave was the reason for their visit. Before leaving this world, they wanted to see the dead Evil Son Goku one last time. After asking around, they had finally found their way here.

"Goku?" The old man noticed them descending from the sky and looked in surprise at Son Wukong beside Zhang Wutian. He blinked, then sighed. "No, you two must be visitors from another world. Master Roshi told me about you."

"Grandpa... No, you're this world's grandpa." Son Wukong had already met the old Son Gohan who had been brought back to the living world by Fortuneteller Baba in her own world, so at least she managed to keep her composure.

Son Gohan of this world had been revived. Clearly, he too had been killed by the Evil Son Goku of this world, which was why the old man met the conditions for revival and had been able to return to the living world.

Although they were enemies, Evil Son Goku was still closely connected to Wukong. Son Goku also held a special place in Zhang Wutian's heart. So, at the dead man's grave, the two offered incense and paid their respects.

During his battle with Evil Son Goku, Zhang Wutian had threatened to carve the words "You've got guts" onto Son Goku's tombstone. But the dead deserved respect, and in the end, he didn't do it.

Once they were inside the house, Son Gohan poured them each a glass of water and took a cup for himself. Looking at Wukong, he said wistfully, "The me in your world did a wonderful job. He raised you into such a good child."

"Hehe..." Son Wukong smiled.

"But I failed. I let Goku turn out that way..." Son Gohan's spirits sank.

"Do you regret adopting Son Goku?" Zhang Wutian asked.

"No, I don't regret it. I was happy to take that child in. He had a short temper and was easily impatient, but deep down, he was kind. If I could have stayed by his side, kept him company, and taught him to follow the right path, things wouldn't have turned out this way..."

"But I failed. I overestimated my own strength. I left him too soon and made him face the world alone..."

"It was all my fault..."

This was an old man who blamed himself for every tragedy. To the very end, he had loved his grandson dearly. Yet in this world, his grandson was gone.

Zhang Wutian thought of the Son Gohan in his own world. Which one was happier? The one who had lost his life but entrusted the most important thing to someone else and had no regrets, or this one, who had been given a new life but lost what he wanted to protect, living long enough to bury his own grandson? The answer seemed obvious.

"Grandpa!" Son Wukong suddenly stepped away from Zhang Wutian and stood before Son Gohan, speaking loudly. "I'll be a good kid, I promise! I'll grow up well, and I'll never do anything bad. I'll live for both of us, and I'll help lots of people. So please, don't be sad anymore!"

In that moment, Son Gohan saw the shadow of his own grandson in the little girl before him.

The same impulsive, energetic, disobedient little monkey who had always clung to him seemed to have been reborn in Wukong.

"Okay. Grandpa won't be sad. You're a good kid."

Son Gohan tried hard to smile, but tears kept streaming down the old man's face.

Afterward, Son Gohan of this world invited them to share a simple meal in the mountains. Naturally, to Son Wukong, that plain food was filled with the familiar taste of her grandfather.

After spending a few days there, Zhang Wutian and Son Wukong were finally ready to say goodbye.

"Come visit again," Son Gohan said, his spirits now settled. He waved at them. "And if you get married, remember to bring me a wedding photo."

"Grandpa on the other side said the same thing," Son Wukong replied.

"Because we're both your grandpas." Son Gohan laughed heartily, seeming to have truly set his sadness aside.

"Zhang Wutian, please take good care of Wukong," he said. "I'm counting on you."

"Don't worry. I won't let anything hurt Wukong!" Zhang Wutian said earnestly.

"What? Zhang Wutian, are you saying you won't let me fight anymore?" Since the only way not to get hurt was to avoid every fight, Son Wukong suddenly blurted out, wide awake.

"How are you so sharp at a time like this? I was just saying the right thing. Go back to daydreaming like usual!"

"So you were lying to Grandpa? That's not good."

"That's just how people get along! It's a kind lie."

"So you were still lying?"

"I told you, it's not a lie. It's the wisdom of an adult."

"Zhang Wutian is a big liar."

"Oh, I can't take this anymore! Let's settle it with a fight, Wukong. I'll convince you with my fists!"

"Fine by me! Come on, let's see who's stronger!"

"Hahaha..." Watching the two fool around, Son Gohan never stopped smiling. His laughter carried over the treetops and through the woods, reaching far into the distance...

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