Chapter 128: Bulma! Making Up a Future Youth!

When everyone saw Goku suddenly appear, they were all stunned.

"Goku!"

"It's really Goku!"

The moment Chi-Chi saw him, her eyes instantly grew wet.

It had been a full year and a half since she'd last seen Goku.

At this moment, no words could possibly express the emotions flooding her heart.

Goku swept his gaze across everyone—

then glanced at the scattered chunks of flesh on the ground.

He seemed to understand what had happened.

At first, he'd been worried.

In this world, there was no Trunks.

Which meant there might not be a future youth coming back in time to deliver medicine to him.

But now…

The blood and shattered remains on the ground—

that texture, that residue—

there was no mistaking it.

It was King Cold's.

Frieza was dead, so King Cold must have come personally.

Goku instinctively assumed that Future Trunks—or someone from the future—must have appeared and sliced King Cold apart with a sword.

He hadn't really thought through how today would play out.

Some details still didn't add up.

But as long as everyone was safe, that was enough.

Goku finally relaxed.

His gaze settled on Chi-Chi.

Her trembling pupils.

Her reddened eyes.

For a moment, Goku didn't know what to say.

Any words now would be unbearably weak.

He walked toward her, his eyes full of warmth, and opened his arms.

Chi-Chi rushed straight into his embrace, burying her head against his chest and rubbing against him desperately.

The tears she'd been holding back completely broke free.

She cried hard, her sobs shaking her body.

Her tears and runny nose soaked straight into Goku's clothes.

"You jerk!"

"You absolute jerk!"

"It's been over a year… you never came back… I missed you so much…"

Goku felt her trembling body, felt the tears soaking into his chest.

He didn't say a single word.

He just held her tighter.

And tighter.

After a while, the moment finally settled.

Krillin couldn't help asking, "Goku, how did you get here? Why didn't we see a spaceship?"

Goku nodded. "Yeah. The ship's actually still about an hour away.

I was worried I wouldn't make it in time,

so I used a new technique I just learned—Instant Transmission.

Bulma's still on the ship.

This was my first time using it over such a long distance.

I was afraid something might go wrong…

I spent a long time locking onto Vegeta's Ki before jumping."

"Instant Transmission?"

"You followed Vegeta's Ki?"

Everyone looked completely lost.

Goku explained, "This technique lets you move across huge distances instantly—but you have to lock onto someone's Ki.

Here, I'll demonstrate."

He pressed two fingers to his forehead and began sensing.

After learning advanced Ki control on Planet Yardrat, sensing everyone on Earth felt crystal clear to him.

Almost instantly, he picked up Master Roshi's Ki.

Raditz's Ki too.

Goku paused.

Raditz wasn't here.

He hadn't joined the battle?

Without overthinking it, Goku said, "I found Raditz's Ki.

He seems to be at the resort.

I'm going to jump over there real quick—I'll be right back."

Everyone nodded.

And Goku vanished.

They all looked around in shock.

"He disappeared!"

Vegeta snorted. "It's just ultra-high-speed movement. Kakarot finally learned a decent trick."

But only a few seconds later—

Goku reappeared.

He was holding Raditz's scouter.

"I'm back!"

Krillin's eyes widened.

"W–Wait, isn't that scouter from the gravity room?

That place is tens of thousands of kilometers away—how did you get back so fast?!"

Goku nodded. "Exactly.

As long as I can sense the Ki, I can jump to it—no matter how far.

Pretty amazing, right?"

Everyone nodded vigorously.

"Amazing—absolutely incredible!"

Vegeta recognized it instantly.

A signature technique from Planet Yardrat.

Even he couldn't hide his shock.

Now that he'd explained his arrival, Goku turned serious.

He looked at the remains on the ground, then at everyone.

"I sensed King Cold's Ki while I was still on the ship.

Then suddenly… it vanished.

After that, I picked up Vegeta's Ki again and jumped here.

I rushed over for nothing—it was already over.

So… who killed King Cold?

That's incredible."

Goku glanced around, instinctively searching for a mysterious figure from the future.

But there were no strangers here.

At that moment, Chi-Chi's nose lifted proudly.

She looked at Goku, her expression smug and playful.

"Hehehe~ Goku.

Killing King Cold was all thanks to my idea.

We worked together and killed him instantly.

Go on—praise me!"

Goku froze.

"What?"

Chi-Chi continued proudly, "It was my plan.

We cooperated and killed King Cold in one shot.

We saved Earth.

Impressive, right?"

Goku blinked. "You… all worked together and killed King Cold instantly?"

Chi-Chi nodded firmly.

"Yep.

We used tactics, caught him off guard, and ambushed him hard.

We killed him in a very, very brutal way!"

She even made a fierce chopping gesture, striking a mock-villain pose.

Goku stared at her, completely dumbfounded.

Them killing King Cold together was already shocking enough.

But what truly stunned him—

was that it wasn't a future Trunks.

Not a future warrior at all.

It was them.

A flash of realization struck Goku.

Right…

I already know the future.

So if there's no future youth bringing medicine…

I'd never let myself die from illness in the first place.

I'd just wish on Shenron to never get sick.

Which means… this world doesn't need a parallel timeline at all.

Just then, Krillin walked over and slapped Goku on the shoulder.

He looked smug beyond belief.

"Yeah! We killed King Cold together.

Pretty awesome, right?

So don't go thinking you Super Saiyan can push us around.

Our teamwork is terrifying.

We beat King Cold instantly."

Krillin pointed at the scattered remains.

"He died horribly.

Dozens of Destructo Discs—he didn't even get to scream."

Goku stood there, completely stunned.

Seeing Goku like this only made everyone even more pleased.

Instantly killing a monster with over a hundred million in battle power—

that proved something undeniable.

When Earth's fighters worked together, their strength surpassed even former cosmic emperors.

Maybe even surpassed a Super Saiyan.

Because killing instantly wasn't the same as simply winning.

For a moment, Krillin, Tien, and the others felt their fighting spirit reignite.

The sense of inferiority they'd felt when Goku became a Super Saiyan vanished.

They weren't useless.

They carried their own responsibility.

After a while, Chi-Chi tugged on Goku's arm.

"Goku, let's go home.

You've been training off-world all this time…

You didn't even see Son Gohan when he was born.

Come on—let's go see our child."

When Bulma had gone to pick Goku up from Planet Yardrat, she'd already told him Chi-Chi had given birth.

He'd wanted to give the child a refined, poetic name.

But when the time came, his mind went completely blank.

After discussing it with Bulma, they settled on the name Son Gohan.

Yes—Grandpa Gohan wasn't dead in this world.

But there were no such taboos here.

Goku nodded.

"Chi-Chi… you've worked so hard…"

Just then, Krillin shouted, "Hey! Goku!

You two can't just be lovey-dovey and forget about us!

Chi-Chi, didn't you say you were treating everyone to a feast?

Feeding us dog food doesn't count as dinner!"

Goku: "..."

Krillin was getting way too witty.

Chi-Chi turned toward everyone.

"Of course we're eating!

I'll call Raditz and have him prepare things.

You guys head over first.

Goku and I will grab the kid and then go to the resort."

Krillin nodded. "Alright! We're on it!"

With that, everyone flew off toward the resort.

Goku and Chi-Chi headed back to West City.

Not long after, Bulma's spaceship finally landed.

"Huh?"

"Why is there nobody here?"

"Did they seriously not wait for me?"

"I was going to tell everyone about the future Androids… now what?"

Suddenly, inspiration struck.

"Wait—this is perfect.

If no one's here, I can just make something up.

I'll say a youth from the future came and warned me that powerful Androids will appear.

As for his name… he didn't say.

That'll motivate them to train hard for the future.

Heh—perfect."

Soon, Bulma returned to West City.

But Chi-Chi wasn't there.

Neither were the others.

Not even Son Bra.

From the nanny, she learned that everyone had gone to a celebration—

and that she was supposed to head there directly.

Bulma scratched her head.

Long-distance travel really drained her.

Her hair was a mess.

Her makeup was ruined.

She checked herself in the mirror.

"I should clean up and get ready before going to the party."

As someone who'd grown up wealthy and carefree, she still cared a lot about her appearance.

Just then, Bulma's mother came home.

"Oh? This lady looks familiar…

She kinda looks like my daughter Bulma!"

Bulma's eyebrow twitched.

"What do you mean 'kinda'?! I am Bulma!"

Mrs. Briefs laughed. "Oh! So it really is you.

That's wonderful.

I'll come to the party too—you can fly me there."

Bulma sighed.

"…Got it."