Afraid the fellow might be lying, Son Gohan placed a hand on his head.
The next moment, scene after scene from the demon's memories flashed through his mind.
Hmm, good. He wasn't lying.
Son Gohan patted his shoulder and smiled. "Good, you're very honest. Now, go back to your sweet dreams."
The demon wanted to say that he wouldn't dare sleep here and would have to go home first. But in the blink of an eye, he was already back in his own bed.
Son Gohan was nowhere to be found.
The demon rubbed his eyes, then touched his burning face.
If his face hadn't still hurt, he would have thought someone had entered his dream.
"Forget it. Whatever. I'll go back to sleep."
With that, he lay down and fell asleep.
That was one good thing about being young: he could fall asleep the moment he lay down.
Elsewhere, Son Gohan found a safe place to lie down and tried to sleep, hoping to see whether he could take a stroll through someone else's dream.
Soon, his eyelids grew incredibly heavy.
He fell asleep.
In his dream, he returned to his previous life.
Then, one day, Frieza suddenly burst out of a rift in spacetime and blew up Earth with a flick of his finger.
Son Gohan jolted awake.
Fuck! Had someone entered his dream?
He went back to sleep.
Soon, he fell asleep again.
This time, he discovered that he had become Frieza.
Then Goku, whom he had nearly beaten to death, suddenly transformed into a Super Saiyan and turned the tables on him.
It was gruesome. His body was hacked to pieces.
Son Gohan jolted awake again, drenched in sweat.
Holy crap...
What was going on?
Wasn't there a single good ending?
I refused to believe this.