After the battle with Frieza ended.
Turles did not stay at headquarters for long either.
They simply devised a basic plan and are now awaiting the results.
Then they hurriedly embarked on their return journey.
On the way, he was processing the information transmitted by the Kami, and he had already grasped the identities of these two so-called Super Saiyan.
The scene returns to Earth.
Night falls, and the stars twinkle in the sky.
Inside a secluded cave surrounded by dense forest, a small campfire crackled, its orange-red flames casting flickering light on the cave walls.
Son Goten and Trunks, two small figures, sat cross-legged on either side of the campfire.
Both little ones had their eyes closed and their brows furrowed, looking as if they were deep in thought, engaged in some profound and mysterious brainstorming session.
Their deliberately serious posture, paired with their still-childish faces, is quite comical.
The night grew deeper and deeper.
The chirping of insects outside the cave gradually subsided, with only the sound of the campfire echoing in the silent cave.
Trunks finally slowly opened his eyes.
In the firelight, his eyes gleamed with a sharpness and contemplation that combined naivety with depth.
" Goten?"
He looked at Son Goten, who was sitting opposite him.
However, Son Goten, sitting across from the campfire, remained motionless, his legs crossed and eyes closed.
He seemed completely absorbed in his own world, showing no response whatsoever to Trunks's calls.
brow.
What's this guy thinking about? He's so engrossed in it.
Did he also come up with some crucial tactical idea?
Trunks raised his voice slightly and called out again, " Goten!"
" Goten!"
"Idiot Goten!"
His only response was the monotonous crackling of the campfire inside the cave.
Trunks's temple throbbed uncontrollably.
He finally realized something was wrong.
This guy wouldn't be...
Trunks leaped to his feet and rushed towards Son Goten in three quick steps, raising his hand and slapping Son Goten hard on the head.
"Hey! Wake up!"
really!
Just as Trunks had thought.
Son Goten's body jolted violently, jolting him awake from his dream.
He opened his eyes blankly, looking utterly shaken, and unconsciously uttered a mumbled, incoherent murmur in his sleep.
"Mmm... fried chicken leg..."
Son Goten hurriedly raised his sleeve to wipe away the trace of clear, suspicious liquid from the corner of his mouth, and looked around in a daze.
"Huh? Trunks... What's wrong? Is it dawn yet?"
You idiot!
Trunks was absolutely furious.
"We're figuring out how to achieve our goal!"
"You idiot, how can you sleep at a time like this!"
Son Goten blinked his sleepy eyes, then belatedly realized what was happening, and scratched his messy hair sheepishly.
"Ah... right..."
He clutched his rumbling stomach, looking aggrieved, and muttered in protest:
"But... but I'm so hungry..."
Son Goten looked pitifully at Trunks was in a frenzy.
" The Super Saiyan transformation is just too physically demanding..."
"Gurgle--"
A louder, clearer rumbling sound suddenly rang out in the silent cave, drowning out the sound of the campfire.
Trunks finally sighed helplessly and shook his head.
You can't have a serious tactical discussion with a hungry idiot.
He then led Son Goten out of the cave.
I want to address my hunger first.
For example, check if there are any large, ferocious beasts or the like...
In the pitch-black forest, two small figures carried a burning branch as a torch, trudging along with uneven steps.
A cold night wind blew by, making Son Goten was still half asleep, shiver and fully wake up.
The hunger in my stomach seemed to be temporarily suppressed by the tense environment.
He followed Trunks, looking at the small area illuminated by the firelight, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
" Trunks, so, did you think of any good ideas just now?"
"It seems like this Earth is full of artificial humans!"
Upon hearing this question, Trunks, who was walking ahead, paused slightly, his brows furrowing deeply.
"I don't know what happened either."
His voice carried a hint of bewilderment and confusion that he himself was unaware of.
"The situation here seems a little different from what Mom described..."
"It's... it's like they've been completely taken over by that Red Ribbon Army."
"As soon as we get close to the city, we'll be discovered by those androids..."
"There's simply no way to get the Dragon Radar..."
The two little ones' conversation was clear in the quiet night.
Amidst the distress, there was an unspeakable sense of bewilderment, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar environment.
"That..."
Son Goten raised his head again, his big, dark eyes gleaming in the firelight, and cautiously asked the question that concerned him most.
"Can I... go home and visit my family?"
"Maybe I can see Dad there..."
Trunks fell silent upon hearing this.
He didn't turn around, but explained helplessly, "There are also many artificial humans around Mount Paozu... We simply have no way to avoid their sight."
Son Goten gave a disappointed "Oh," silently lowered his head, and said nothing more.
Just when Trunks thought he was about to cry, Son Goten suddenly raised his head, his eyes lighting up as if he had thought of a good idea.
"Then why don't we just wait for him on his way to school?"
This suggestion slowed Trunks down once again.
This seems like a feasible solution!
but...
In his mind, his mother from the Future Timeline reappeared, giving them solemn and earnest instructions before they set off.
"But... Mom said we shouldn't have too much contact with the people here..."
Trunks hesitated.
Son Goten blinked, his face full of confusion.
Why?
Trunks took a deep breath.
"My mother told me that we shouldn't have too much contact with people in this world, and we shouldn't easily reveal our identity and origins."
"Why?" Son Goten still didn't understand.
Trunks looked at Son Goten's innocent face and remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking.
"Because, in our timeline, there was once a version of myself from another future who traveled back and changed everything..."
"But..."
"But in the end, we still met our demise."
"That other version of myself from the future was also killed by Cell..."
"Therefore, this time we've traveled to this time and space, aside from making some changes within our power, we absolutely must not have any further interaction with the people here."
These words were far too profound and heavy for Son Goten.
He could only nod blankly. Although he didn't understand, he knew that listening to Trunks was the right thing to do.
As they were talking, a roar suddenly came from the jungle.
It's a warning sign of a massive dinosaur!
It burst forth from the darkness!
The campfire burned even brighter.
The rich aroma of roasted meat filled the cave.
Son Goten hugged a dinosaur leg that was thicker than himself, eating with his mouth full of oil, a happy and satisfied smile on his face.
Trunks leaned against a tree trunk, taking small bites of his roasted meat, lost in thought.