"Well," the tiny Goku chirped, his voice high but his spirit unbroken. "I guess we’re going to need a spaceship."
Goku wiped sweat from his brow, his orange gi tattered but his grin as wide as ever. "You’ve grown, Uub. Your control over that energy... it’s unlike anything I’ve seen since, well, since I fought Buu." "Well," the tiny Goku chirped, his voice high
Uub bowed deeply. "It is because of your patience, Master Goku. But I feel the world shifting. I feel like my training here is nearing its end." Your control over that energy
Goku looked out over the edge of the Lookout, gazing at the distant blue horizon of Earth. He knew Uub was right. The boy wasn't a boy anymore; he was a protector. But just as the master prepared to give his final blessing, a strange chill swept through the sacred grounds. But I feel the world shifting
Goku rushed toward the source, but he was too late. The wish was made—not for world domination, but a panicked, accidental cry for Goku to be "small and helpless" again.