He struggled to remember anything, sitting there. Even memories of the cave were shaky, for nothing really happened: sun came, rain came, winter came. Sometimes, there were birds; sometimes, they died. The only constant thing was the ache in his stomach.
Then the man in white robes came and Goku glimpsed the gold and something from the back of his head stirred and thought Sun. As he travels now, there are flashes sometimes – Wasn’t it the other one who smoked? – but if he tries to think too hard, the circle tightens and his head hurts too hard. He gives up and waits, filling the emptiness in his stomach instead.