Earth.
Dende and Mr. Popo had gathered all seven Dragon Balls.
Their first wish was to revive Pan, Goten, and Trunks.
Once the three were back to life,
Pan hurried to make a second wish, reviving Giru, the Machine Mutant.
With both wishes granted, no one had anything else to ask for, so they let Shenron go.
The seven Dragon Balls had barely flown away when Son Goku and the other three returned via Instant Transmission.
"Dad!"
Overjoyed to see her father again, Pan threw herself into his arms.
Son Gohan quickly embraced his daughter. Guilt flashed in his eyes as he stroked her head and said apologetically,
"Pan, I failed you. I couldn't protect you. Thank goodness you're all right. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known how to face your mother."
"Hehe, it's okay, Dad. See? I'm fine!" Pan grinned and twirled happily.
"Giru, Giru!"
Giru ran over too, waving his arms excitedly in front of Son Gohan.
"Gohan, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I let my guard down and that strange creature took control of me. Everyone died because of it!" Trunks lowered his head, his face full of remorse.
"Hmph! You let scum like that take control of you? You're an embarrassment, Trunks. When we get back, you're training twice as hard... No, three times as hard!" Vegeta looked thoroughly disappointed in him.
Trunks kept his head down, not daring to argue. He could only nod awkwardly. "Yes, Dad."
"All right, everyone's fine now, aren't they? Don't be so hard on him, Vegeta." Son Goku stepped in with a smile to smooth things over.
And so the series of cosmic adventures set in motion by the Black-hearted Dragon Balls came to an end.
Meanwhile,
in Hell,
Doctor Myuu looked around blankly as his hazy memories