Within the inner universe, billions of stars slowly revolved.
They ceaselessly absorbed and refined the power of origin, shining brilliantly.
Then they continuously fed it back into Son Gohan's body, ultimately forming a perfect cycle.
"It won't be long before life can emerge."
Son Gohan gazed at his universe and sighed in wonder.
Meanwhile, back on Earth.
The two girls were extremely enthusiastic about protecting Earth.
Bulla immediately recruited her twelve-year-old nephew, Bruce.
Despite being only twelve, Bruce was a formidable fighter whose strength already far surpassed Bulla's.
Bulla remembered it very clearly.
A year ago, her little nephew could already transform into Super Saiyan 2.
By contrast, she had never been particularly fond of fighting.
She was now sixteen years old.
Yet she had only recently learned to transform into a Super Saiyan.
But there was one little fellow even more absurdly gifted than Bruce.
That was Broly and Kale's child, eleven-year-old Parami.
Both his parents were mutant Demon Saiyans, rarities seen only once in a thousand years, and Parami had perfectly inherited their genes.
He had displayed extraordinary talent from the moment he was born.
Now eleven years had passed.
In his last fight, eleven-year-old Parami had actually fought Son Goten to a draw.
Son Goten, now nineteen, had already perfectly mastered his Super Saiyan Blue transformation.
Yet Parami had fought him on equal footing.
Perhaps that was simply the advantage his bloodline gave him.
When Pan found Parami, he was carrying a dinosaur over his shoulder on his way home.
It would be his family's food for the day.
Flying through the air, Pan called out from afar, "Hey, Parami! Good afternoon!"
Parami raised his head and glanced at Pan, then quickly lowered it again. A blush flashed across his face before he replied, "Yeah, good afternoon."