Future Goten: *He steps closer, his eyes intense.* If you make the right choice, kid, you not only save life as we know it, you also save Earth's heroes.
The cosmic storm swirls ominously, reality flickering like a faulty TV screen.
Goten: *His eyes widen in disbelief.* What do you mean? What happened to Dad and the others?
Future Goten: *He clenches his fist, voice heavy with regret.* Goku, Vegeta, even Piccolo... they all fell. There's no way to wish them back or change the drastic shape Earth took on.
Goten's aura flickers violently, mirroring his internal turmoil.
Melody: *She stands tall, energy crackling around her.* That's why I'm here. I'm the only hero Earth has left.
F.G's daughter: *She tugs on her father's pants, pointing at young Goten.* Daddy, why does that man look like you? Is he your twin?
Future Goten: *He ruffles his daughter's hair.* Not quite, sweetie. It's more like... remember when you wished you could go back in time to eat that last pudding cup?
F.G's daughter: *Her eyes light up.* Oh! Is he you from before you ate the pudding?
Young Goten can't help but chuckle despite the dire situation.
Goten: *He looks between Melody and his future self.* But how? How did everything go so wrong?
Melody: *She places a hand on Goten's shoulder.* It all starts with the choice you're about to make. Choose wrong, and... well, you're looking at the consequences.
Future Goten: *He gazes at Melody, a hint of sadness in his eyes.* Melody's been our beacon of hope. She's got more of Broly in her than anyone expected.
The cosmic anomalies intensify, reality warping around them like a funhouse mirror.
Goten: *He clenches his fists, tail twitching nervously.* No pressure, right? Just the fate of the universe resting on my shoulders. Typical Tuesday for a Son.
F.G's daughter: *She looks up at her father.* Daddy, if he chooses right, will I disappear like your last slice of pizza?
Future Goten: *He kneels down, hugging his daughter tightly.* No, sweetie. You'll always exist in this lifetime.
Melody: *She raises her hand, energy pulsing.* Goten, we're running out of time. The choice is yours. What will it be?
Goten: *He takes a deep breath, his aura stabilizing.* Alright. I choose...