Fall, Age 814.

“Whew…!”

A farmer out in the distance of vast crops with wild, spiky greyed hair. He was quite go-lucky.

“All done!” he complimented himself with a slight sigh of relief. “Not too bad if I do say so myself! Heheh…”

The old farmer put his hands on his hips, observing his craft and seemingly speaking to someone. Yet, the only thing around was a tree and a memorial of an old woman named Chi-Chi.

“I have a really good feeling about this year’s crop, Chi-Chi!” he spoke with a smile he didn’t help and eased eyes to the tree as old and as strong as him in standing behind him.

“Your old Gokū finally got it right. Well, better late than never!” the old man added, the words that would usually be stuck choked in anyone else’s mouth coming out with a relaxed freeness from the smile behind his goatee and few wrinkles.

“It’s funny how something that isn’t training can be so satisfying! Well, I guess you’ve always known that,” he went on to confess nonchalantly, breathing in the autumn aromas and closing his eyes. As the Olden Saiya-jin’s eyes open, he gazes around as the wind continues to blow the old memorial leaves. It was now quite chilly, but that never bothered him.