"With these, the world will finally be mine!" Pilaf cackled, his trembling hands reaching for the dark-starred orbs. Outside, Goku’s brow furrowed. "Do you feel that, Uub?"
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." "With these, the world will finally be mine
Here is a short story based on that specific transition and the start of the GT era: The Weight of a Promise "You’ve grown, Uub
"Well," the tiny Goku chirped, his voice high but his spirit unbroken. "I guess we’re going to need a spaceship." "I guess we’re going to need a spaceship
The air atop Lookout was thin, but for Uub, it felt heavy with the legacy of the man standing across from him. Five years had passed since the young boy from the village had entered the World Martial Arts Tournament, and five years had passed since Goku had whisked him away to the heavens to unlock his dormant power.
Inside the ancient halls of the Lookout, a shadow moved. Emperor Pilaf, older but no wiser, had finally breached the inner sanctum where the Black Star Dragon Balls were kept—relics forgotten by time and guarded by the late Kami.