Hearing Bulma's reply, Josen suddenly noticed Kid Gohan standing nearby, watching her work, and frowned.
I almost forgot about this silly kid, Son Gohan. That won't do!
Now that I'm here, there's no way you're growing up into Nobi Gohan, little guy!
With that thought, Josen turned to Son Goku, who had just finished loosening up and landed steadily. "Goku, I'll take you all somewhere specifically meant for fighting. Can I bring your son along to watch?"
"Huh, bring Gohan too?"
Goku recalled Chi-Chi's stern instructions before she left, then immediately shook his head, casting that terrifying image out of his mind, and declared righteously, "Of course!"
"Great."
Come here, you!
With the boy's father's permission, Josen raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"H-h-hey! What's happening?"
Gohan was so startled that even his tail shot up. Crying out, he floated into the air, wrapped in Psychic Power, and flew headfirst all the way into Josen's arms.
Little tears welled in Gohan's eyes from fright, and his energy fluctuated, but he knew Josen was his dad's friend, so he didn't struggle fiercely.
"Uh, uh, Uncle Josen?"
"Be good, Gohan." Holding Son Gohan, who had the Four-Star Dragon Ball atop his head, Josen gave him a dangerously friendly smile. "Sit tight. I'll take you somewhere nice!"
Gohan: "..."
With that, he activated his Herrscher Authority.
The Earth warriors gathered around him, along with Raditz, felt their vision blur. A moment later, they were in a bizarre world of blocks.
A red sun dyed this world's sky and earth crimson. Both plains and mountains seemed to consist of mysterious, block-shaped matter, like a world built with program code.
The entire space was astonishingly vast, yet utterly silent, with not a soul in sight.
"Welcome to Imaginary Space. This is a world of