Xin glanced one last time in the direction of the Kami's Lookout. Though Turles ' figure was far away, it had left an indelible mark on his heart.
The two figures disappeared without a sound.
The Earth has returned to its former tranquility.
A gentle breeze, carrying a hint of coolness, swept through the dilapidated yet rebuilt Kami's Lookout after the catastrophe, bringing with it the breath of new life.
Son Goku a short rest, the Piccolo was just right.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Son Goku slapped his thigh.
Oh! That's right!
He slowly walked towards Turles and the two little guys.
He quickly approached Son Goten, bent down, widened his eyes, and scrutinized Son Goten almost face to face.
That face looks a lot like my own when I was a child!
"..."
Son Goten felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at. He nervously took two steps back, his legs went weak, and he shrank behind Turles's thighs, only daring to peek out with half his head, not daring to breathe.
Oh no! We've been recognized!
Trunks, standing next to him, also stiffened, his palms sweating profusely.
Their master had told them that it didn't matter much if others knew their identities, but they absolutely couldn't let Son Goku and Vegeta find out...
Otherwise, it might cause those who haven't been born yet in this timeline to disappear completely...
Turles also sensed the tense atmosphere. He glanced down at Son Goten hiding behind him, then looked at Son Goku in front of him with a serious expression, and his heart skipped a beat.
Son Goku slowly straightened up, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Son Goten and Turles's faces, his expression turning serious.
He took a deep breath, crossed his arms, and struck what he considered to be an extremely wise pose.
"By the way, brother!"
Son Goku's voice wasn't loud, but it made Turles, Son Goten, and Trunks ' hearts jump into their throats instantly.
"There are some things you haven't told us, aren't there?"
Upon hearing this, Turles and Son Goten instinctively became flustered with guilt.
Turles's mind raced at that moment, countless excuses and justifications flashing through his head as he prepared to fabricate a plausible reason to explain everything.
Before he could even speak...
Son Goku, having already taken the lead, confidently revealed his astonishing discovery, displaying an air of self-assurance that suggested he had seen through the truth.
"That little guy!"
He pointed at Son Goten, who was hiding behind Turles.
"Actually, isn't it your child, brother?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
Turles erased the fabricated story.
Son Goten and Trunks were completely stunned, their mouths slightly agape.
Almost simultaneously, the three of them belatedly let out a long, long sigh of relief.
Turles quickly adjusted his expression and decided to go with the flow.
He nodded without changing his expression.
Let's just gloss over it for now.
I knew it!
Son Goku was overjoyed to receive an affirmative answer, his face beaming with the smug satisfaction of "I guessed right."
He immediately squatted down again, gave Son Goten what he thought was a friendly smile, and began to try to get closer to him.
Son Goten's face flushed red. He awkwardly glanced up at the expressionless Turles, then at the overly enthusiastic "uncle" in front of him.
He could only bite the bullet and say, "Uncle... Uncle Goku..."
Meanwhile, Vegeta, who was in the distance, also walked over.
His gaze fell on Trunks.
"Hey you little purple-haired brat, where did you come from?"
" Saiyan all have black hair..."
Turles immediately and silently stepped in front of Trunks, blocking Vegeta's view.
He solemnly stated that Trunks was Half-Saiyan survivor he had taken in years ago...
After looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.
He simply snorted again, turned his head away, and didn't press the matter further.
"Hmph, boring."
A crisis that threatened to expose their identities seemed to have been averted without any real danger.
However, there was one observer who remained silent throughout.
Piccolo.
Based on his previous observations and the subtle reactions of Turles and the two little ones, he vaguely began to have a bolder guess.
Things are probably not that simple.
He didn't point it out.
He merely gave the earnest-looking Turles a meaningful look.
Turles seemed to notice his gaze and glanced back casually.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
A single glance, and they understood each other without words.
Peaceful times always seem to fly by.
In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.
Earth, West City, Capsule Corporation.
In the vast manor courtyard, a uniquely shaped, moss-green machine rests quietly in the center of the lawn.
Dr. Brief, dressed in a white lab coat and holding a freshly filled canister of blue energy fluid, deftly inserted it into a slot inside the Time Machine while conversing with Turles.
"Look! It should be about right now!"
Due to the special nature of the two children's identities, Turles never allowed Bulma to come into contact with the time-traveling machine.
To avoid unnecessary butterfly effects, the crucial task of replenishing the Time Machine's energy naturally fell to the more stable and equally brilliant scientist, Dr. Brief.
When the doctor learned that the purple-haired boy named Trunks was actually his grandson from the future, he almost dropped his pipe in shock.
After a brief moment of shock, this research fanatic developed a curiosity about the Time Machine itself that far exceeded his curiosity about his grandson's identity.
In addition, Turles had specifically instructed him to try to keep it a secret from Mrs. Briefs, who couldn't keep things to herself, so Dr. Brief wasn't too enthusiastic about his grandson from the future.
With Dr. Brief ' help, the energy problem of the Time Machine was quickly and perfectly solved.
At this moment, in the open space next to the Time Machine, a small farewell is taking place.
Trunks and Son Goten both seemed to have grown quite a bit taller, and their once somewhat childish faces now showed more determination.
Two people stood in front of them.
On one side was Tapion, whose expression was solemn.
On the other side Tights, who was holding a baby sleeping peacefully in her arms.