Peaceful.
Quiet.
This was all Goku had wanted. He never wanted the fame or popularity of becoming the strongest of the Z-Senshi. He never asked for the responsibility of saving the Earth countless times.
But that was how it was.
Goku turned to his side, and saw his son…his last and only son left. He turned to Goku and smiled. His hair was now cut exactly like his Gohan's was, who he had always looked up to.
When Piccolo had managed to resurrect the dragon balls, he ended up bringing back Shenlong, but only with one wish. This caused a great dilemma to Goku and Vegeta, who had plenty of trouble trying to decide who to wish back.
But then the decision was made. Piccolo was informed by Kaio-sama that Trohan would need two wishes to be wished back, since he was actually two entities. So Goten was their choice.
They wished him back, and Goku went to Namek via Instant Transmission. When he arrived, to his dismay he learned that the dragon balls had already been used, and that by the time they could be collected again, it would've passed the year time limit. Trunks and Gohan were gone…for good.
Kaio-sama also informed Piccolo that Trohan was nowhere to be seen in Heaven. He said that King Yenma never reported an arrival of Trohan, or Trunks and Gohan.
Mirai Trunks returned to his time, happy that he could help by saving Krillin and at least attempting to cut of Golden Oozaru Goku's tail.
Krillin, amazed that he was still alive after a huge battle, which usually never happened, was enjoying life as well with Android 18 and their daughter, Marron. The death of Yamcha was very sad to him, but everyone was amazed and proud of when he defeated Tien.
Mr. Popo had died, and as with Trunks and Gohan, was never to return.
Piccolo, now Piccolo-sama, became Guardian of the Earth. The Lookout was rebuilt, and Piccolo resided there…not alone…but with Dende, Kami, and Nail as well.
Chi-Chi, Pan, Videl, and Bulma had trouble coping with the losses. Videl and Pan were very lost without Gohan, as with Chi-Chi. Bulma missed Trunks deeply, and even Vegeta showed great sympathy when he learned Trunks would not be returning. That is when he began to train Bra.
No evil came to the Earth for a long time, and Goku and Vegeta began to grow old. The two families began to grow apart, and barely ever saw each other after a while. Goten tried to forget his past, with the Muk-jins, Chaozu, and his dad being a psychopathic ape. He missed Gohan deeply, and vowed one day to avenge his death.
As for Goku and Vegeta, they both knew of the level Trohan had reached, and continued to train to reach it. Super Saiya-jin 4, yet fabled, became a goal for the two Saiya-jins, and training never ceased for them. They trained their daughters, and Goku trained Goten, trying to pass on the legacy of the Saiya-jins with their children. They knew that someday they would be gone, and the last of the Saiya-jins would finally leave the universe. This is what they feared.
Goku never felt evil again, and never let it breach him. It felt very empty with most of the Z-Senshi dead, but Goku also felt safe, as if their sacrifices were not in vain.
Vegeta was finally contented, and happy he was able to finally defeat Kakarotto in battle. He remembered the battle in his mind clearly, and never feared a thing again in his life. Vegeta was a proud Saiya-jin Prince.
The Earth was safe once again.
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The ki began to form in his hand and he looked down at the writhing creature before him. He smiled, recollecting all of the battles he had fought and won, without even beginning to release the extent of his true powers. He fired the blast, enveloping the monster in it, erasing it from existence completely.
An eerie clapping began to rise up around him, and the warrior smiled. Down in Hell, you had to earn your respect. Destroy the weak and let the strong destroy them was the motto down here. And you better learn to exist with it. Chaozu never learned that, which led to this man ending his existence the instant he arrived.
He laughed, and looked around him, as the vile creatures backed away in fear. Darkness enveloped the land, but by then, he had learned to live with it. The warrior turned heel and slowly walked off through the blackness, all of Hell watching in awe as he slowly departed into the silent eternity.