When Dende turned to head into the Lookout, Goku called out to him from behind.
"Wait a second, Dende. There's something else I need to ask you to do."
Dende turned back. "Mr. Goku, please tell me."
"Sorry for the trouble, but go to Capsule Corporation in a little while and pick someone up," Goku said. "He's a Saiyan—tall, built like a tank, with a piece of green beast hide tied around his waist. He's definitely stuffing his face with meat right now, though. That guy hasn't had a proper full meal in decades, so don't rush him. Bring him up after he's eaten his fill."
"Okay." Dende blinked. "What's his name?"
"Broly."
"Broly." Dende ran the name through his mind and nodded.
"Find the skinny old man sitting beside him. That's his dad, Paragus. Just tell him Goku sent you."
"Got it," Dende replied.
"Thanks for the effort!" Goku rolled his neck, his bones cracking loudly. "I'll go in and start training. When he gets here, just open the door and let him in."
"Okay."
The door behind the Lookout opened, revealing an endless expanse of white. The moment he stepped inside, there was not even a shadow beneath his feet. Goku waved to Dende and strode in. The door slammed shut behind him with a bang, leaving only Dende and Mr. Popo in the plaza.
"Mr. Popo," Dende sighed, "come down with me."
"Yes," Mr. Popo obediently answered from beside him.
Inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, there was no telling day from night. Dead white stretched in every direction. Goku found a spot and sat cross-legged. He did not rush into training. Instead, he closed his eyes and carefully ran through the Ki in his body from head to toe.
Super Saiyan God had been brought forth through