Piccolo glanced at Kami, then, unwilling to be outdone, reached out and gripped Son Goku's other shoulder hard.
Son Goku: ?
Why are you squeezing so hard? Are you nuts?!
Josen rested a hand on Piccolo's shoulder and assured Kami, "Don't worry, I promise I won't wander off!"
"Then hold on tight!"
The old Kami nodded.
Before he had finished speaking, the four figures blurred, then vanished from the Lookout in a flash.
Only Mr. Popo remained, quietly awaiting his Kami's return.
Other World.
Amid endless yellow clouds stood clusters of halls with an ancient architectural style. Countless legless spirits with halos above their heads were lining up to enter the grandest hall of all.
Blue-faced or red-faced, fanged ogres of Other World were everywhere, using megaphones to maintain order. Thanks to their hard work, the line stretching out of sight was perfectly orderly.
"See those buildings up ahead? That's Other World."
"What you're seeing are souls who have just arrived in Other World. Lord Yemma decides whether they go to Heaven or Hell."
As they walked along the road through Other World, the old Kami explained some basic facts about the place to the three behind him.
Son Goku looked around curiously, Piccolo said nothing, and Josen watched the countless souls in Other World.
Most of these souls were flickering, ghostly blue flames. Occasionally, their faces and forms from life appeared, only to vanish again moments later.
Clearly, most spirits could not maintain their forms. After death, they were forcibly drawn into Other World in a daze by the power of this world's laws.
Only those who had accomplished great deeds, such as Son Goku and Krillin, or notorious villains, such as Frieza and Cell, could retain full consciousness after death and even continue using the physical bodies