Goku rushed toward the source, but he was too late. The wish was made—not for world domination, but a panicked, accidental cry for Goku to be "small and helpless" again.
"Well," the tiny Goku chirped, his voice high but his spirit unbroken. "I guess we’re going to need a spaceship." Goku rushed toward the source, but he was too late
Before Uub could answer, a pillar of crimson light erupted from the temple. The sky didn't turn black as it did with Shenron; it turned a bruised, electric purple. The Earth began to tremble, not from a physical blow, but from a cosmic imbalance. "I guess we’re going to need a spaceship
Goku looked at his small hands and then up at Uub. The training was over, but a new, more dangerous journey had just begun. Goku looked at his small hands and then up at Uub
Inside the ancient halls of the Lookout, a shadow moved. Emperor Pilaf, older but no wiser, had finally breached the inner sanctum where the Black Star Dragon Balls were kept—relics forgotten by time and guarded by the late Kami.
"With these, the world will finally be mine!" Pilaf cackled, his trembling hands reaching for the dark-starred orbs. Outside, Goku’s brow furrowed. "Do you feel that, Uub?"