In the third year after the game's release, a game studio finally cleared the Frieza storyline in online mode!
At the time, it caused a tidal wave on the internet.
"Ah..." Goku sighed as he rubbed his son's head in his arms. "I really didn't expect that guy to have transformation abilities... Each time he transformed, his power increased dramatically!"
"Wait, each time?" Bulma caught the key phrase.
"Frieza's race has the ability to transform three times," Hathaway walked over.
"And his true power... reaches two hundred million!"
Goku uttered the number. Just saying it out loud brought a heavy pressure and a sense of helplessness that was hard to resist... Compared to two hundred million, his measly two-point-four million was practically nothing.
Even with his current twenty-three-fold Muken, his power level only reached a little over fifty-five million.
Still just a quarter of Frieza's.
In a high-level battle like this, being three times weaker meant a completely one-sided disadvantage — a situation where one couldn't even fight back. Goku understood that perfectly.
Bulma froze, thinking she had misheard. She muttered, "Two hundred million?!"
She quickly pulled out her phone, a thin glass-like device, opened the web browser, and searched for "Frieza." Instantly, a flood of topics about Frieza refreshed on the screen.
"Virtual Earth Network Company silent on Frieza's 200 million power level — real or fake?"
"Multiple major game studios claim Frieza's 200 million power may just be a feature unique to online mode…"
"As of now, in Martial Path Mode, no one has seen Frieza's base form with a power level in the millions…"
"Investigating the authenticity of Frieza's three-stage transformation…"
Goku scratched his head and said, "If that Frieza really came to Earth, we'd have to rely on Master to defeat him!"
Gohan, well aware of his foster grandson's personality, smiled beside him. "What's wrong, Goku? Feeling frustrated?"
"Yeah, such a strong opponent... Damn it, I really want to defeat him myself!" Goku clenched his fists, a look of regret on his face. The little Gosen in his arms was biting his finger, and adorably asked, "Daddy, is that Frieza a bad guy?"
Goku ruffled his son's hair. "Yeah, a really bad one — does all kinds of evil!"
Bulma took a deep breath. Oh well, Grandpa Taro is here anyway. Maybe it's not a bad thing Goku doesn't have to fight enemies like that!
She playfully pinched her son's nose. "What's the matter, Little Gosen? Do you want to beat up the big bad guy?"
"Yeah! Beat the bad guy!" Little Gosen clenched his tiny fists, looking all fired up.
"Haha…"
The whole family burst into joyful laughter, thoroughly amused by the little guy's cuteness.
For a moment, the heavy atmosphere was lifted quite a bit.
Goku held his son with a thoughtful look. When he glanced over at Gohan, he noticed he was chuckling too, as if he had already seen through what Goku was thinking.
At noon, Bulma's family and Gosen all had lunch at Muten Island.
The phoenix now had a new rival when it came to fighting over food — the four-year-old Little Gosen. Despite his young age, as a Saiyan descendant, Gosen's appetite was in no way smaller than his father Goku's. His mouth was covered in grease as he stuffed himself nonstop.
Bulma was in charge of handing bowls and plates to her son, wiping sauce off his face and such.
"Master, there's something I'd like to ask..." After the meal, Goku, holding his son, approached Taro hesitantly.
Taro already knew what he wanted and nodded. "Leave your son with me for three years. Come back to get him after that."
Goku was overjoyed. He instantly shoved his son into Taro's arms, clapped his hands together, and laughed cheerfully in gratitude.
Normally, with Taro's personality, if he wasn't interested, there was no way he'd take on training Gosen unless Hathaway persuaded him. But... Little Gosen's talent was simply too outstanding — full of potential, sharp intuition, a rare gem with limitless possibilities.
Taro had magic that could detect and awaken latent potential, so he could roughly sense how much potential someone had.
If an ordinary person's innate potential could be likened to a cup of water…
Then the outstanding martial artists like Krillin, Tienshinhan, and Gohan were about a basin of water.
Goku, on the other hand, was an entire vat.
But Son Gosen… he was a well! Seemingly small, but unfathomably deep!
This little guy was truly gifted by the heavens… Earthling genes alone already acted like a key to Saiyan genes, granting great innate potential. On top of that, he had inherited from Bulma a faint trace of the Divine Tree's genes, making his potential even more terrifying, and had also inherited Taro's cosmic survival physique!
The Divine Tree constitution was attuned to nature and gave a natural advantage in martial cultivation.
Saiyans were born with battle genes and had an innate talent for combat.
And this child's personality wasn't like the soft, timid, and overly gentle Gohan of the original story. He perfectly inherited his parents' best traits—his mother's adventurous spirit, fearlessness, confidence, and carefree nature, along with his father's purity, kindness, and determination…
He was truly a child blessed with the essence of heaven and earth!
With such innate gifts, even Taro couldn't bear to let them go to waste. Since his disciple Goku personally asked him, he didn't refuse and promised to take the child for three years.
And during these three years… Taro had no intention of teaching the boy any martial techniques or physical combat. Instead, he would devote himself entirely to instructing him in the deeper Dao of martial arts, laying a foundation stronger than any before.
When Goku carefully told his wife about the matter, he was ready to be scolded—he knew how much Bulma loved their son and feared she wouldn't be willing to part with him. But to his surprise, when Bulma heard about it, she said nothing. She simply called her son over and asked:
"Son, do you want to be like your dad? Learn martial arts and become strong?"
Gosen didn't fully understand the question. He tilted his head up and looked around—Goku, Gohan, Hathaway, and Taro were all smiling at him, but none of them seemed inclined to help him answer. Even the phoenix had quietly perched, watching in silence.
Bulma gently stroked her four-year-old son's soft hair and said softly,
"Mommy's asking… if someday a big bad guy comes to hurt everyone, do you want to be the one hiding behind Daddy like everyone else, or—"
"I don't wanna!" Gosen raised his chin, speaking in his milky little voice, "I want to protect Daddy!" Then he paused, reached out to pat Bulma's squatting face, and grinned: "And Mommy too…"
Everyone laughed at that.
The little guy started counting on his fingers and muttered,
"Daddy's scared of Mommy, but I'm not scared of Mommy, so of course I'll protect Daddy…"
Just then— "Hm?" Gohan, who had been smiling, suddenly changed expression. He lifted his head and frowned, looking toward the depths of the sky.
Goku also looked up and murmured, "So… they've come."