Goku's excitement for his new plan lingered as he flew toward West City, but his sharp mind quickly began to pick apart potential flaws. "There are a few problems with this idea," he thought, his brows knitting together in concern. "First off, what if people start sharing my techniques publicly? What if they sell them or post them online for everyone to see?"
The idea left a bad taste in his mouth. Goku imagined the chaos that could ensue if his techniques fell into the wrong hands—or worse, if they were mass-produced without any control. He scowled at the thought. "I need to put something in place to stop that."
As he flew, he considered the options. "Maybe I could create some kind of technique that binds the user to secrecy… something that prevents them from teaching it to others or selling it without permission." His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "It would have to be a powerful technique—something that could override their will if they tried to betray me." A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, that could work."
He imagined what such a technique might look like: a mental lock or a spiritual bond that would prevent betrayal. "I'll call it the Loyalty Seal," Goku decided. "Anyone who learns my techniques has to agree to the seal. It'll stop them from teaching or selling the techniques, and I can enforce it if they try." He grinned at the thought, confident that this would solve the problem of secrecy.
But that was only one issue. Goku's expression grew more serious as he thought about the bigger picture. "If I want to influence the human world," he muttered, "I need to symbolize myself as a righteous hero." His lips pressed into a thin line. "People need to follow me, not just for my strength but for what I stand for."
Goku had no interest in becoming a politician or a ruler, but he understood the power of influence. "If I can build myself up as a hero, people will support me, and that'll make it easier to get more energy crystals." His eyes gleamed. "The more followers I have, the more techniques I can sell, and the faster I can upgrade my abilities."
He thought back to the villains he had faced in his previous life, the ones who pretended to be heroes while pulling strings from the shadows. "I don't want to be like that," Goku murmured, "but I can use that approach." He considered using someone as a face for the public—someone who could act as the symbol of righteousness while Goku operated behind the scenes.
"But who could play that role?" Goku mused, eyes narrowing in thought. "Someone charismatic… someone who can fool people into thinking they're the real hero, while I stay in control." He thought of various candidates but ultimately settled on a different approach.
"No one will be my 'hero' puppet," he decided. "I'll be the face of my own righteousness, but I'll need others to support me." His mind shifted to Satan, who had always wanted to rule the world. "He can be a tool," Goku thought, smirking. "Satan's ambition can be used to build my own influence. He'll follow me because he wants to, but I'll make sure he stays in check."
He chuckled, imagining Satan running around, trying to impress people with his schemes. "He's harmless now, and he can be my distraction—a joker, someone who makes people laugh while I handle the real power."
Goku's smile faded slightly as he thought about the risks. "I need to make sure I don't lose control over this," he muttered. His eyes hardened. "I'll be the one in charge, not Satan or anyone else. If anyone tries to take my place or betray me, they'll be dealt with."
His expression grew serious, and for a moment, a shadow passed over his face. "I won't let anyone ruin what I'm building," Goku vowed quietly. "Not now, not ever."
The sky around him darkened as he approached West City. The familiar outline of Capsule Corp came into view, and Goku's thoughts shifted back to the practicalities of his plan. "First, I'll need to get Bulma on board," he thought. "She'll help me create the ki energy generator, and that'll speed everything up."
But as he approached, he noticed something unusual: Bulma was not at Capsule Corp. "Where could she be?" Goku wondered aloud, furrowing his brow in confusion.
Using his enhanced senses, he focused on locating Bulma's energy signature. After a brief search, he detected her ki emanating from a different location. "Looks like she's at School," Goku mused, his eyes.