Only then did Son Gohan recognize the man and let out a gasp.
When Son Gohan had seen only his back, the blurred view had kept him from recognizing him immediately, but the moment he saw his face, he knew.
Although the man bore some resemblance to his father, Son Gohan could not help noticing that he looked almost like Gou Kong reborn.
"Ha, the fusion worked! Dad, Uncle Gou Kong!"
"Yes. I was a little nervous about the possibility of failure, since this was the Fusion Dance rather than fusion with the Potara Earrings, but as you can see, it worked perfectly in the end. Oh, right. I'm no longer Son Goku, your father, or Gou Kong. I'm a whole new life born from the fusion of those two guys' consciousnesses. Well, considering who went into making me, you can still call me Dad, but just call me Gokurot for convenience."
"Ah... I see! So you're Mr. Gokurot... That really does feel a little awkward... Ahaha."
Gokurot quietly watched Son Gohan smile shyly, then smiled himself, placed a hand on his head, and roughly ruffled his hair.
Son Gohan felt embarrassed by the gesture, but Gokurot showed no sign of stopping.
Despite his flushed face, Son Gohan silently accepted the touch.
"You did well on your own. That was great. It must have been tough, but you did well."
"I'm Son Goku's son, after all."
"I've learned to say some interesting things. Now get some rest. Leave everything to me. I'll finish this guy off."
"Yes! Please be careful!"
Gokurot nodded, took his hand off Son Gohan's head, and turned to face Majin Buu.
The fellow's face was hideously contorted, radiating intense hostility. He widened his eyes at the unfamiliar face he had never seen before.
"Can you vaguely