Trunks and Son Goten hovered in mid-air, watching the two figures emerge from the magnificent palace with wary expressions.
A creature entirely green, with skin covered in deep wrinkles, leaning on a seemingly ordinary wooden cane.
The other one, as black as charcoal, with a round figure and an expressionless face, stood behind the green-skinned old man.
It looks suspicious no matter how you look at it!
Who are you?
"Don't be nervous, child. We're not bad people."
The Kami, leaning on his cane, took a step forward, forcing a gentle smile on his face, trying to soothe the two tense little ones.
He looked at Trunks, his eyes, which had seen the vicissitudes of life, revealing a depth and understanding.
"You seem to have a deep misunderstanding of this Earth."
"I can answer your questions about those androids, about the truth of this world..."
"Stop!"
Before the Kami could finish speaking, Trunks abruptly interrupted him with a sharp shout!
In this world, the Red Ribbon Army insignia and androids are everywhere.
This makes it utterly impossible for him to have even the slightest bit of trust in any complete stranger.
Their goal, from beginning to end, has always been the same—to find the Dragon Ball!
He doesn't want to, and has no energy to, care about, anything else right now.
Trunks ignored Kami's explanation and raised the Dragon Radar in his hand, the light on the screen flashing at the opponent's location.
He went straight to the point, pointing the Dragon Radar at the Kami.
" The Dragon Ball are here with you, aren't they!"
After asking the question, he didn't even give the other person a chance to answer. He turned to look at Son Goten beside him, his tone decisive and leaving no room for doubt.
Don't waste your time on them!
"Follow me, we'll just rush in and find it!"
"Um!"
Upon hearing this, Son Goten nodded heavily.
Trunks turned his attention back to Kami and Mr. Popo, issuing his final ultimatum.
"Hey! If you don't want to get hurt, hand over the Dragon Ball yourselves!"
The Kami could only shake his head helplessly and let out a long sigh.
" The Dragon Ball are yours."
He spoke slowly, his tone remaining calm.
"However, you must first explain to me your origins and why you are searching for the Dragon Ball."
This was his final bottom line.
As the god of Earth, he could not entrust this divine artifact, which could affect the fate of the world, to two mysterious children of unknown origin without knowing its true nature.
However, Trunks seemed to have no intention of negotiating at all.
He shook his head vigorously, his attitude resolute.
"We can't talk about this!"
"Although... you guys don't seem to be bad people..."
Trunks hesitated for a moment, which was uncharacteristic of him, but soon his resolute determination prevailed again.
"But we have things we must do!"
"So..."
His eyes sharpened.
"You'll have to take it yourself!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Trunks didn't hesitate any longer, and a strong white aura suddenly erupted from his body!
Son Goten followed suit, and pure white flames instantly enveloped his small body.
A violent gust of air raged across the Lookout platform, causing the palm trees to shake violently and their leaves to rustle.
The two little ones exchanged a glance, then transformed into two streaks of light and forcefully rushed into the palace!
Faced with these two unruly children who were completely impossible to communicate with, the Kami's face was filled with helplessness.
With his and Mr. Popo's strength, there was no way they could withstand the onslaught of these two little guys.
But there was no sign of panic on his face. He simply stood there quietly, shaking his head, as if waiting for something.
Just as the two little ones leaped up and were about to rush into the palace...
Their movements came to an abrupt halt in mid-air.
It was as if an invisible wall had abruptly brought them to a stop.
A suffocatingly terrifying aura suddenly emanated from the depths of the palace, like the gaping maw of an abyss, instantly enveloping the entire Lookout.
Trunks and Son Goten felt their hair stand on end, their bodies frozen in place, unable to move.
Faced with this aura, their pride and power seemed as insignificant as dust.
Cold sweat instantly soaked their backs.
What happened?
Are there still people inside the palace?
And it's... such a terrifying existence!
Under the horrified gaze of the two.
"Da... da... da..."
A steady, rhythmic sound of footsteps slowly emerged from the deep shadows at the palace entrance.
A tall figure walked out unhurriedly.
The moment the figure was fully exposed to the sunlight, Trunks and Son Goten both showed expressions of astonishment.
Trunks's gaze involuntarily swept back and forth between Son Goten beside him and the man who had just come out.
They look so alike!
Trunks almost thought he was seeing a grown-up Son Goten!
Son Goten, standing nearby, also looked surprised.
This person!
The person looks exactly like the one in the photo my mom carries around every day!
Is that Dad?
Son Goten's heart began to beat faster and faster uncontrollably.
He subconsciously swallowed, a complex expression on his face a mixture of tension, excitement, and a hint of fear.
Turles crossed his arms and slowly emerged from the shadows of the palace.
He released just a little bit of his aura, and easily subdued the two boys.
A half-smile played on his lips as he looked down at the two completely stunned little ones.
"As expected, it was you two brats!"
Things seem to be taking an unexpected turn.
Tell me, what happened in your future?
Trunks and Son Goten were immediately shocked upon hearing this.
Trunks, in particular, wore a look of utter bewilderment on his otherwise composed face.
He nervously tried to deny it.
"What are you talking about! What future? I don't understand at all!"
As he spoke, he subconsciously pulled Son Goten behind him, adopting a protective stance.
How could this person tell at a glance that they came from the future?
Looking at the two little devils in front of him, who were like frightened birds, Turles could only suppress a smile. He maintained his arms crossed and calmly continued to walk forward.
"There's nothing to hide."
"The person behind you is the Earth's Kami, the creator of the Dragon Ball."
"And I am the one who can help you solve your problems."
There's nothing you can't tell us.
Turles continued to guide and persuade as they walked.
"If you're worried that it will affect the future development of this place, potentially preventing your birth..."
I won't tell your parents, that's all.
These words caused Son Goten to hesitate for a moment. He forgot all about the possibility of his identity being exposed and the consequences. He couldn't help but timidly ask, "So... you are my father?"