Mount Paozu.
"Yoshi! Gohan, you might be stronger than me in a fight, but when it comes to eating, don't be so sure! Itadakimasu!"
Goku grabbed a dinosaur leg, opened his jaws wide, and bit down hard.
When he pulled back, only a bare bone remained.
Clean to the bone!
"I'm not losing to you!" Gohan snatched up a dinosaur leg of his own.
…
Half an hour later, father and son lay back, patting their full stomachs in satisfaction.
"Gohan," Goku said between breaths, "what's your plan from here? Your daily training isn't raising your battle power anymore."
"Dad, I want to visit Aunt Bulma for help," Gohan said, eyes bright with an idea.
"Bulma? What could she do for you?" Goku looked puzzled.
Rolling his eyes, Gohan replied, "Dad, from what I know, Aunt Bulma's a genius with technology. If she built me a gravity chamber, it would be way better than relying on uncontrollable water pressure! And there's the Lookout, the Ultra Divine Water… you've mentioned them before. I want to try everything. I won't pass up a single chance to boost my strength!"
Determination shone in his gaze. He was already two years old, and his battle power was brushing the limits of his base form.
Raditz and Vegeta were no longer threats to him.
But Frieza… to beat him, he had to reach Super Saiyan.
"Dad, we still have the Four-Star Ball at home, right?"
"That's right. I found it back then to honor your grandpa and kept it here. You're thinking of summoning Shenron?" Goku guessed immediately.
"Mm… something like that."
Gohan didn't explain further, and Goku didn't press.
"Alright, the Four-Star Ball's in the old house. Go ahead and grab it. I'm going to work off that meal." Goku pointed toward the small temple-like house outside, the one he had lived in as a child.
The ball sat on the offering table against the eastern wall.
With that, Goku stepped outside and began his push-ups and sit-ups.
"Mom, I'm heading out! Might not be back for a couple of days!" Gohan called to Chi-Chi.
"Gohan, mind your manners at Aunt Bulma's, and don't scare anyone!" Chi-Chi instructed.
"Got it, Mom!"
Chi-Chi gave a wry smile.
"A two-year-old acting more mature than Goku… how strange."
Her doubts faded the moment she remembered he had come from her own belly, replaced instead with maternal warmth.
As father and son finished up, Chi-Chi returned to washing dishes and tidying up.
…
Capsule Corporation, West City.
A small figure descended onto the sprawling central estate, the largest in the area.
"Hello? Anyone home?" Gohan called at the gate.
It was his first time visiting, so he didn't barge in.
"Beep-beep. Please state your name and purpose," said a mechanical voice from a screen built into one of the gate pillars.
"My name's Son Gohan, son of Son Goku. I'm here to see Aunt Bulma," he replied.
"One moment."
…
"Aunt? Goku's son can already talk? It hasn't even been that long! Open the gate, no, I'll open it myself!"
Inside, Bulma nearly dropped her tools when she heard the robot's report.
Putting down her work, she sashayed toward the entrance. Even in a white work jumpsuit, her curves full bust and rounded hips were impossible to hide.
"You're Son Gohan? My God… you're so small! How'd you get to West City? Mount Paozu is over a thousand kilometers from here!" Bulma gaped.
"Heh, nice to meet you, Aunt Bulma. As for how I got here…"
After greeting her politely, Gohan rose straight into the air, soared over the tall gate, and landed in front of her.
"Freaks… Goku's a freak, and his kid's an even bigger freak. Flying at this age?!" Bulma was stunned yet again.
"Aunt Bulma"
"Don't call me 'Aunt.' Do I look that old?" she cut in with mock irritation.
"Uh… then what should I call you?" Gohan asked, a bit exasperated.
Up close, he couldn't help feeling a flicker of excitement. Bulma had been his childhood crush when he watched Dragon Ball in his past life.
She might not have been the most beautiful in absolute terms, but she was gorgeous, smart, and rich.
Still… now that he was Goku's son, any faint romantic thought evaporated. At barely two years old, and with Bulma at twenty, it wasn't just impossible it was absurd. And there was no way she would ever look at Goku's son that way.
"'Sister' messes up the generations, 'Aunt' makes me sound old… just call me Ms. Bulma," she decided after a moment.
"Alright, beautiful Ms. Bulma, could I ask for your help with something?" Gohan said helplessly.
"Oh? Sweet talker, aren't you? And with a mouth like that, it sure wasn't your blockhead dad who taught you was it Chi-Chi?" Bulma laughed.
"Nope. Ms. Bulma is beautiful, though," Gohan replied, firing off his sugar-coated shells.
"Pfft... fine, fine. Whatever it is, I'll help you. Come on in." She surrendered instantly, taking his small hand and leading him toward the villa.
…
"Oh? Bulma, is this yours and Yamcha's kid? He's so big already! When's the wedding? Ohhh, my daughter's given me a grandchild, oh no, I'm old now!"
Mrs. Brief was watering flowers in the garden when she spotted them, immediately jumping to conclusions.
"Mom! What are you talking about? I told you, we broke up ages ago. And I'm still a virgin!" Bulma snapped.
"Don't get mad, dear, you'll get wrinkles." Mrs. Brief waved it off.
"He's Goku's son!"
"Goku's… and yours? Ohhh, sweetie, being the other woman isn't a good look."
"Mrs. Brief!!!" Bulma's eyes practically shot flames.
"Hello, Mrs. Brief. My name's Son Gohan, I'm the son of Son Goku and Chi-Chi. Pleased to meet you." Gohan stepped in to defuse the situation. Otherwise, the back-and-forth might never end.
"What a polite little boy! Well, go on inside with Bulma. I'll get you a drink what do you like?"
"Anything's fine, thank you, Mrs. Brief."
"You're welcome! Fufufu!"
"Let's go, Gohan."