Dragon Ball Z: Paradise Found

A Tag Made

"Wow, Dende, you look so much taller. I can't believe I haven't noticed it earlier..." Gohan observed while the two old friends walked through the God Temple grounds. Initially, sharing this place of sanctity with what seemed to be the entire surviving Earth's population felt crowded and awkward but with a little bit of mind paid to the reason they were all here, the stuffy crowd just faded out of the mind and out of sight.

"So do you!" Dende objected with a warm smile. "You're a whole head taller than when we've left with Piccolo. I'm not familiar with the growth spurts of Earthling children, but from what I've come to observe so far, they're rather slow compared to ours. We basically grow up in just a few years."

"It's not just height... You feel way different too ever since you woke up. I can't put my finger on it though..." Gohan leaned back on his crossed arms behind him as he tried sniffing out why his friend felt like a whole different person. If it wasn't for his familiar look and that sweet bit of personality he's come to befriend years ago, he'd have hardly identified his childhood friend after coming back home.

"I feel different too. Sometimes... It just feels like I can do things, you know? Like when that Meta-Cooler was bullying you... I just felt like I could save everyone. Even if I was asleep before that, I just... Willed myself to do it all, you know?" Dende said, looking at his hands as if he was looking at a whole different person.

"Yeah, when I turned Super Saiyan, it felt a bit like that too. There's this sudden rush of power and, suddenly, it feels like you're strong enough to do anything. Still, it was so amazing to feel that there's even more to that dimension of power. I can't wait to talk to Trunks-san after he returns..." Gohan pumped his fists, eager to understand what the future traveler had accomplished on his battlefield that had shaken the entire world and sent golden lusters all across the entire universe, it felt like it.

"Huh... I think you should correct yourself. It looks like young Trunks is going to land here to talk to you..." Dende pointed at the sky where the Capsule Corps Star that merely hung submerged in the murky ripples of the evening sky began emerging from its bottom and swiftly moving up.

"Mr. Popo, prepare to dispatch the moment that Chayote and the rest report about their victory. The Earth is in dire condition, I'm worried it will take months to terraform it back to a serene and graceful state. It might be years until the pollution and gloom of Dr. Puri's stranglehold fully clear out from the planet... What the...?" Kami Upa halted in place, freezing up with his body tensed as he stared to the sky where the Capsule Corps Star was approaching dangerously close to the divine barrier fending off all technology from the God Temple.

"Isn't that Bulma's giant new spaceship?" Mr. Popo pointed at the approaching planetoid that threatened to cause far more extensive havoc upon the world unless it stopped.

"Can't someone call Bulma-san and tell her to stop?" Dende's mouth stretched out downward as he pulled on his own antennae and ears in duress. "I don't think even I could move such a massive object if it's moving in the opposite direction with everything it's got!"

"No!" Gohan yelled out in a scolding tone. "If you stop it now, the draft from the opposing forces will flatten the entire Earth's surface! It needs to stop gradually, losing bit by bit of force. If Bulma-san is still in control of it, she'll know how to do it right!"

"If Bulma is still in control..." Kami Upa observed with a grim face. "It may have been a mistake to bring this artificial planetoid here. Bulma should have been the last person to underestimate Dr. Puri and her control over all technology."

"She must have thought that we'd have won by now... We should have won by now..." Gohan scratched the back of his head before freaking out at the sight of a skyscraper-sized rod with shining beacons lighting up with all colors of the specter from both sides as all those fancy colors fused together to form a pale white energy mass.