Son Gohan stood in the depths of space,
looking toward Earth.
He saw the strange changes in the Dragon Balls.
He also saw the roguish dragon suddenly lose his nerve and flee.
Son Gohan muttered to himself, "Could he be one of the Shadow Dragons from the Dragon Ball GT world? But he doesn't look like one."
He remembered clearly that, over a decade ago, he had tried to discreetly sound out Mr. Popo about the Shadow Dragons.
But Mr. Popo had told him they did not exist at all.
Old Kami had never created any Dragon Balls before splitting off his evil half.
Nor was there a spare set of Dragon Balls hidden deep within Kami's Lookout.
The supposed negative energy produced after granting wishes was pure fiction.
But then what was this crimson, roguish dragon that had suddenly appeared?
Son Gohan could make no sense of it.
He kept feeling that this world was growing stranger and stranger.
Zeno had fallen asleep and would not wake.
The Grand Minister had fallen ill, too.
Destruction Beasts were springing up like mushrooms after rain.
Shenron had suddenly stopped obeying orders and even changed color.
Everything-the entire universe-seemed shrouded in layer after layer of fog, becoming harder and harder to see clearly.
Son Gohan looked toward Planet Frieza next.
He saw his son finish fighting Frieza, then insist on giving Frieza a Scouter.
He could not help smiling.
His son so often did things no one expected.
Son Gohan then looked toward Zeno's Palace.
The highest governing institution in this Dragon Ball world now seemed shrouded in an invisible fog as well.
Whoosh!
Son Gohan vanished.
The next moment, he appeared in the main hall of Zeno's Palace.
He looked up.
The tiny Zeno was curled up on his throne, lost