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Kami's Lookout had been quiet since the old god died.
Mr. Popo swept the tiles. Same routine. Every day. For years.
He finished. Set the broom aside. White birds landed on the platform—hopping, chirping.
Popo smiled. Pulled grain from his pocket. Scattered it across the stone.
The birds pecked at the seeds.
"Eat up," he murmured. "You're all I have left."
Then they stopped. Heads snapped up. Wings flared.
They took off—all at once.
Popo frowned. "Strange. Why would you—"
A dot appeared on the horizon.
Growing. Fast.
An aircraft. It touched down on the Lookout's edge.
The hatch opened.
Gohan jumped out first. Orange gi. One arm. Tense shoulders.
Popo stared at him. For a moment, he saw the boy who'd trained here years ago. The boy who'd fought alongside Goku.
That boy was gone now. Just like Goku. Just like Kami.
Gohan waved. "Long time, Mr. Popo."
"You've grown." Popo's voice was soft. "You look more like your father every day."
Gohan scratched his head. "I'm nothing compared to him. If Dad were still here, Earth wouldn't be like this."
"You've done enough, Gohan. I've been watching. All these years. Thank you."
"Don't—"
Voices behind him.
"So this is the Lookout? Not bad. Decent retirement spot."
"Perilla, you're too young to think about retirement!"
Gohan turned. Perilla and Trunks stepped onto the platform, eyes wide, taking in the view.
"Mr. Popo, they're—"
"The boy with purple hair is Vegeta's son. Trunks." Popo nodded. "But the silver-haired girl... her Ki feels Saiyan. Who is she?"
Perilla stepped forward. Smiled. "Hi! You're Mr. Popo, right? Servant to every Kami. My name's Perilla. I'm an Android. Designation: Twelve. I've got Saiyan DNA, so... I guess I'm kind of a Saiyan too."
Popo studied her. "Android 12... You're like Android 8. A good heart."
Trunks blinked. "Wait—you can see that? Just by looking?"
"Of course. I serve the gods. I choose the gods. Reading hearts is part of the job."
Popo had seen countless souls. The good. The evil. The ones who hid their darkness well. The previous Kami had split himself in two just to pass Popo's test—casting out Piccolo to purify his soul.
Perilla tilted her head. "Mr. Popo... can I become Kami?"
Popo didn't hesitate. "Yes. Your heart is pure. Your resolve is strong. But tell me—why do you want this?"
Perilla looked down at the world below. Ruined cities. Ash-gray skies.
"Because I want to save this dying world."
Silence.
Popo felt no deception. No hesitation.
He nodded. "Then you are Kami."
Trunks's jaw dropped. "That's it? No trials? No tests? I thought there'd be, like, a whole gauntlet or something."
"The trials are outdated," Popo said simply. "You three could crush them with a thought. All that matters now is the heart."
The ceremony was brief.
Perilla placed her hand on the altar. Light flared. Power flowed into her—ancient, vast, heavy.
When it faded, she opened her eyes.
New knowledge flooded her mind. Authority over creation. Over destruction. She could reshape mountains. Restore rivers. Even rebuild the moon.
She could create simple life—plants, insects, small animals.
But not people. Not the dead.
Trunks grinned. "Perilla! Now you can contact King Kai! Get the coordinates for New Namek!"
"Yeah!" Gohan stepped forward. "We can revive Piccolo. Bring back the Dragon Balls—"
Perilla raised a hand. "Hold on. I know you're excited. But we're not ready."
Gohan frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Even if we get the coordinates, do you have the resources to build a spaceship?"
Trunks's face fell. "No. We barely have power. Mom's been charging the Time Machine for years. A full-scale interstellar ship? That'd take decades."
"Exactly. So first, we beat Seventeen and Eighteen."
Trunks shook his head. "We can't. Gohan's fought them for years. He's never won."
Gohan looked away.
Perilla stepped closer. "Gohan. Do you think you can beat them?"
He didn't answer.
"I see." She nodded. "I get it. You've lost so many times. Hard to believe you'll win the next one."
She placed a hand on his shoulder. "But I have a way. A way to make you strong enough."
Trunks stared. "You do?"
"Of course." Perilla raised her hand. Light gathered in her palm—tiny specks, coalescing into a glowing orb.
Gohan's eyes widened. "No way. That's—"
"The Spirit Bomb," Popo whispered.
Perilla tossed the small orb to Gohan. He caught it. Felt the energy. Pure. Warm.
"You really inherited Dad's techniques..."
"Told you." Perilla grinned. "I've got Goku's DNA. His combat instincts. His skills. Gero studied him obsessively. I got all of it."
Gohan stared at the orb. "But even the Spirit Bomb won't be enough. There aren't many people left on Earth. Not enough energy—"
"I'm not planning to use it on the Androids." Perilla absorbed the orb back into her hand. "Mr. Popo—the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Still functional?"
Popo nodded slowly. "Yes. But Goku only lasted half a day in there."
"Half a day?" Gohan blinked.
"Don't worry. I'll renovate it."
"Renovate?" Popo raised an eyebrow. "Very well. Follow me."
They descended a long spiral staircase. Down. Down. Into the depths of the Lookout.
At the bottom: a single door.
"Perilla, when you're done, move this door to the upper level. Easier access."
"Got it."
Popo opened the door.
The moment they stepped inside, Gohan and Trunks stumbled.
"Heavy—" Trunks gasped. "Can't breathe—"
"Ten times Earth's gravity," Perilla said calmly. "Air's thinner. You'll adjust."
Gohan steadied himself. "Ten times gravity... not bad for training."
"Hold on." Perilla pointed ahead. "You can't train in here. This is the living quarters. Training happens out there."
She gestured to another door.
They stepped through.
And froze.
White. Endless white. Empty space stretched in every direction. No sky. No ground. Just void.
Trunks spun around. "This tiny room... leads to this?"
"Different dimension," Perilla explained. "We're not on Earth anymore. Time flows differently here. One day outside equals one year inside."
Gohan's eyes widened. "A year? So when Dad said he lasted half a day—"
"He lasted six months. Then gave up."
"Six months..." Gohan clenched his fist. "I won't give up."
"Good." Perilla smiled. "But first—let's make this place livable."
She dropped the Spirit Bomb at her feet.
Light exploded outward.
Grass sprouted. Flowers bloomed. Trees rose from nothing. Rivers carved through the void. Mountains formed. Blue sky stretched overhead. Clouds drifted past.
In seconds, the barren wasteland became a paradise.
Trunks's mouth hung open. "You... you just..."
"I'm a god now, remember?" Perilla winked. "Creating plants and landscapes is easy."
Gohan stared at the sky. "Can you... revive the dead?"
Perilla's smile faded. "No. Large life—especially intelligent life—is beyond me. Only the Dragon Balls can do that."
"I figured. But I had to ask."
"I can create small animals, though. Birds. Fish. Insects." She snapped her fingers.
Birdsong filled the air. Fish leaped in the rivers.
The void was gone. Replaced by life.
Trunks grinned. "This is amazing, Perilla!"
"Thanks. Now—" She snapped her fingers again.
A fishing rod appeared in Trunks's hand.
He blinked. "Uh... what?"
"We're going fishing."
"Fishing? But I thought we were training—"
"This is training. Turtle School style. Eat well. Sleep well. Exercise well. Study well. Relax well."
Trunks looked at Gohan. "Is she serious?"
Gohan nodded. "Dad trained under Master Roshi. This is how he did it."
"Okay..." Trunks sighed. "Fine. Let's fish."
As they walked toward the river, Perilla called out.
"Oh, one more thing."
They turned.
"Gohan. You can transform into a Super Saiyan, right?"
"Yeah. But Trunks can't—"
"He's close, though." Perilla looked at Trunks. "You're right on the edge. Just need the right push."
Trunks stared at his hands. "I've tried so many times. I always fail. Am I just... not talented enough?"
"Wrong. You're plenty talented. If you'd grown up in a peaceful world, you'd have unlocked it years ago."
"Really?"
"Really. In another timeline, you and Goten became Super Saiyans at six years old. Youngest in history."
Trunks's eyes widened. "Six?!"
"Yep. But you grew up in a war zone. Constant stress. Your S-Cells got suppressed. That's why you're stuck."
She ruffled his hair. "Don't worry. You'll get there."
"Thanks, Perilla."
She turned to Gohan. "As for you—starting now, you stay in Super Saiyan form. All the time."
Gohan blinked. "All the time? Even when I'm eating? Sleeping?"
"Especially then."
"That's... that's impossible. The energy's too wild. I can't control it outside of combat—"
"You can. And you will." Perilla placed a hand on his shoulder. Smiled. "I believe in you."
Gohan stared at her. At her red eyes. Her silver hair. Her confident grin.
His heart pounded.
He nodded. "Okay. I'll do it."
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