Inside a medical office, a beautiful young woman with straight blue hair sat in stunned silence, her eyes fixed on the piece of paper in her hands. Her expression was a mixture of disbelief and sheer frustration.
Beside her sat a young man with messy black hair, wearing an orange gi. His onyx-colored eyes, which usually radiated innocence, were clouded with concern. Unlike Bulma, his worry didn't stem from understanding the situation—he simply knew that whatever was happening was serious.
Seated across from them was a middle-aged doctor dressed in a white coat. A few minutes ago, he had handed Bulma Briefs an ultrasound report, which she now gripped with trembling fingers.
The doctor studied their faces before finally speaking.
"Son, your wife, Miss Briefs, is pregnant," he said with a neutral tone.
Goku blinked. He looked down at the paper again, scratching the back of his head. He didn't understand what the ultrasound meant, nor why the doctor had referred to Bulma as his wife. But more importantly—he had no idea what being pregnant actually meant.
Beside him, Bulma unconsciously reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly. Goku tilted his head in confusion but didn't pull away. He could tell she was upset, so he decided to stay quiet.
Bulma, on the other hand, felt her mind spinning.
She was in her third year of university, pursuing two engineering degrees—network and telecommunications engineering and civil engineering in computer computing. She didn't need to study, considering she already knew most of what was being taught, but her father had insisted she complete her education before taking over Capsule Corp.
Her real dream was to become a famous inventor, to build a name for herself and run a technological empire independently.
She was the top of her class, admired by students and even professors. Being the daughter of the world's greatest scientist had its perks—she could skip classes whenever she wanted without facing any consequences. But despite her natural brilliance, she had taken her studies seriously, knowing they would help shape her future.
But now… this had happened.
If the university found out she was pregnant, they might expel her. And even if they didn't, balancing motherhood with her studies would be impossible. How was she supposed to handle such a massive responsibility when her life was just starting to take shape?
Goku didn't understand the medical terms, but he understood one thing—his first and best friend was extremely worried. So, he decided to stay quiet and let her process it.
"T-Thank you, doctor," Bulma said weakly, forcing a smile. She tried to make it seem genuine, but the curve of her lips trembled.
She stood up, and Goku immediately followed, giving the doctor one last confused glance before stepping out of the office and into the hospital corridor.
Who would have thought that a single mistake could change their lives so drastically?
It all began one week ago—on the day Goku returned from Kami-sama's training and attended a surprise party in his honor.
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One Week Ago
High above the blue sky, floating in solitude, stood the Heavenly Lookout—the temple of Kami-sama, the Guardian of Earth.
In a secluded part of the temple, a young man with tousled black hair sat cross-legged, his eyes closed in deep meditation.
Goku focused inward, aligning his body and mind as part of his final training before leaving.
"I can't wait to see my friends again… and for the tournament to start," he thought, a small smile creeping onto his lips.
The 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament was less than ten months away, and this time, he would be facing a familiar but dangerous opponent—the son of his past enemy, Piccolo.
Sweat trickled down his forehead as he maintained his meditation posture, his body burning from within. The urge to move, to fight, to train harder surged through him, but he forced himself to remain still.
Then—
"GOKU!"
A deep, commanding voice broke through the silence. Goku's eyes snapped open. Recognizing the voice immediately, he exhaled and stretched his limbs before hurrying toward Kami-sama.
"Yes, Kami-sama, I'm ready," he said eagerly, adjusting the pink backpack strapped to his back.
The wise Namekian studied his student before smirking. "You were a good student. I think I might even miss you," he said mockingly.
Goku grinned, scratching the back of his neck.
"You left your Power Pole in the storage room. Grab it before you leave," Kami added, waving him off.
Goku nodded, hurrying toward the designated room. The Power Pole was a treasured gift from his Grandpa Gohan, and he wasn't about to leave it behind.
"There you are!" he muttered, securing the red staff onto his back before heading back to Kami-sama.
Before he could say goodbye, a sudden thought popped into his head.
"Hey, Kami-sama," he said, his stomach growling loudly. "Before I go, could I have something to eat? I'm starving."
Both Kami-sama and his assistant, Mr. Popo, immediately faceplanted onto the ground in exasperation.
Goku tilted his head. "Eh?"
Recovering quickly, Kami sighed. "Mr. Popo, prepare a farewell banquet for our hungry disciple," he instructed.
Goku cheered.
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Minutes Later…
After devouring what could only be described as a meal for the gods, Goku stood at the edge of the lookout, looking down at the vast world below.
"Thanks for everything, Kami-sama!" he said cheerfully, tightening the straps of his backpack before leaping off the edge.
Kami-sama and Mr. Popo watched as Goku disappeared into the clouds, his Flying Nimbus carrying him toward Earth.
"He was a fine student," Kami said, a small smile appearing on his face. "Perhaps the best I've ever had."
Mr. Popo nodded. "Young Goku is very kind."
With that, they both returned to their duties—protecting the Earth.
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Meanwhile, Elsewhere…
As Goku soared across the sky, he thought about his next destination.
"I should stop by and visit Master Karin first!"
Excited, he redirected his Nimbus toward Korin Tower, where his old teacher and the ever-grumpy Yajirobe resided.
As soon as he landed, a familiar voice greeted him.
"Hey, Goku! How long has it been?" said Master Karin, smiling warmly. "You've grown quite a bit."
"Hahaha! Three years, Master!" Goku replied, holding up three fingers.
Karin nodded in surprise. The last time Goku was here, he was just a kid. Now, he had grown into a young man.
"Incredible. You've changed a lot," the wise cat observed. "I assume you're here for Senzu Beans for the tournament?"
"Yup!" Goku grinned.
As Karin went to retrieve them, Yajirobe sat nearby, staring in disbelief at Goku's massive growth spurt.
"Oi, Goku," Yajirobe called out, munching on a pork leg. "What the hell did they feed you up there? You were a little shrimp before!"
Goku laughed nervously. "Eh… just normal food!"
Karin returned, handing him a small bag. "Here. Use them wisely," he advised.
Goku grinned and slung the bag over his shoulder. "Thanks, Master Karin! I promise I'll do my best!"
"Well then, I should get going! I need to visit my friends—I haven't seen them in years!"
With that, Goku jumped onto his Nimbus and soared off toward the horizon.
Master Karin watched him disappear, a knowing smile on his face.
"A great future awaits that boy."