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The Fleet Admiral Sengoku paced the deck of his soul-ship, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "Let us not even debate whether our world possesses parallel timelines," he muttered, his voice echoing across the Wanjie Multiverse. "The narrator suddenly mentioned a branching path of the Dragon Ball world. Could it be that the legendary Super Saiyan 4 was born in one of these alternate realities?"
In another corner of the dimensions, Zhang Chulan nodded sagely. "It is highly probable. Otherwise, there would be no need for the narrator to bring up the concept of a parallel Dragon Ball timeline at all."
"A parallel timeline, huh?" Krillin scratched his head, looking toward the horizon of his own world. "I wonder if versions of us exist over there too."
Horii, the scientist of GUTS, adjusted his glasses. "According to our understanding of quantum mechanics, there should be someone exactly like us in a parallel reality. But that is just our world's logic. I have no idea how the laws of the Dragon Ball universe handle such temporal shifts."
As the curiosity of countless viewers reached a fever pitch, the narrator's voice resonated through the void once more.
"The parallel timelines of the Dragon Ball world are vast and varied. Some mirror the main timeline's history until a single moment of divergence. Others are fundamentally different from the very beginning. The specific reality where Super Saiyan 4 manifests is known as the GT Timeline."
"In this GT Timeline, the history remained identical to the main world until the defeat of Majin Buu. The divergence occurred nearly twenty years after that final battle. Unlike the main timeline, the Kami of the GT world had once created a set of Dragon Balls before his soul split from King Piccolo. However, the stars within these orbs were as black as obsidianâthe Black Star Dragon Balls."
The cosmic screen flickered to life. On the Lookout, high above the clouds, three familiar yet aged figures appeared: the Pilaf Gang. Despite their advanced age, their obsession with world conquest had never wavered. They had finally tracked the Black Star Dragon Balls to a hidden corner of the sanctuary.
Pilaf, his voice cracking with old age, turned to his cohorts. "These were created by Kami long before he shed his evil half. Their power is far greater than the ordinary Dragon Balls!"
With a surge of dark energy, they summoned the dragon. Simultaneously, a powerful Ki signature flared nearby. Akira, the transmigrator who had been observing the scene with tactical precision, noted the presence of Son Goku. The Saiyan was finishing a grueling sparring session with a grown-up Uub.
As the sky blackened, Goku sensed the disturbance and rushed to the source. Seeing the elderly trio, a look of pure nostalgia crossed his face; to him, they were like old friends from a simpler time. But to the Pilaf Gang, Goku's arrival was a recurring nightmare.
"The Pilaf Gang?" Goku blinked. "I didn't expect them to be so old, and they're still trying to conquer the world?"
Back in the main timeline, Krillin groaned. "Those three! Nothing good ever happens when they're involved!"
The Z-Fighters remembered them well, especially Bulma and Yamcha. These were the villains who had first locked them in a cage, leading to Goku's first terrifying transformation into a Great Ape. They were also the ones responsible for releasing the original King Piccolo.
"No!" Pilaf screamed, staring at the screen in disbelief. "Why is that version of Goku still so young? He hasn't aged a day! Why does he always appear at the exact moment I'm about to succeed?"
Goku scratched his chin, looking at his own youthful face on the screen. "Actually... I don't really know why I look like that."
Vegeta crossed his arms, his Saiyan pride radiating. "We Saiyans are a warrior race. For the sake of combat, our youth remains preserved for an exceptionally long time. It's basic biology, Kakarot."
"Wait," Krillin asked, turning to his world's version of the Guardian. "Kami, did you ever make those Black Star Dragon Balls here?"
"No," Kami replied solemnly. "I have no memory of such a creation."
Yamcha sighed. "So that's the divergence. A single forgotten artifact changed the entire fate of the GT timeline."
Tien Shinhan narrowed his eyes. "Those black stars... they give off a sinister, unsettling pressure. They don't feel like the relics we know."
Piccolo, the reincarnation of the Demon King, felt a cold shiver. "Those were made before Kami and I separated. At that time, Kami still harbored darkness in his heart. Dragon Balls born from an unpurified soul will undoubtedly have a price."
On the screen, the confrontation reached its peak. Pilaf's traps were useless against Goku's God-tier reflexes. In a fit of frustrated rage, Pilaf muttered under his breath, "If only you were a small, weak child again, then we could deal with you!"
The massive, dark dragon overhead rumbled. It took the subconscious complaint as a formal wish. With a flash of blinding light, the powerful adult Goku was shrunk down, regressing into the body of a child.
The Pilaf Gang stood frozen. They had finally succeeded in making a wish, but it was the wrong one.
"Wow!" Bulma exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "It's little Goku! It really brings back memories of our first journey."
"Yeah," Krillin agreed, a soft smile on his face. "I never thought I'd see him like that again."
Yamcha nodded. "He appeared as a child briefly in the earlier records, but now it seems he's stuck this way. But how does turning into a child lead to the power of Super Saiyan 4?"
As the golden aura of the Saiyan legacy loomed in the background of the prophecy, the viewers watched intently, wondering how a weakened body would reclaim the strength of a God.