Dragon Ball Human

The ocean stretched endlessly in all directions.

A ship bearing a fluttering flag sailed across the tranquil, azure sea.

Up in the crow's nest, a sailor dozed off, but something in the distance jolted him awake. He grabbed a telescope and scanned the horizon. There, several hundred meters away, something appeared to be cutting through the waves at astonishing speed.

"Is that a shark?" the sailor muttered in surprise, lowering the telescope. He immediately shouted down to the crew, alerting them to prepare for a shark hunt.

As the sailors gathered on the deck, peering over the rails, they saw nothing — no shark, no dorsal fin, not even a ripple.

"You idiot," grumbled the first mate, hastily pulling on his pants. His tone was laced with irritation. "Were you hallucinating in your sleep?"

The other sailors joined in, voicing their complaints.

"He must've imagined it."

"Waste of time."

But as the crew argued, the nearby waters suddenly burst apart. A dark figure shot up, grabbing hold of the ship's rope rigging. In a few swift movements, it climbed aboard and landed on the deck with a thud, leaving a puddle of seawater in its wake.

It was then that the pirates realized the intruder was not a shark, but a lean, black-haired boy with golden eyes. Soaking wet, barefoot, and wearing only a short jacket, the boy nonchalantly began wringing out his clothes.

"Oh?" The boy glanced over his shoulder at the stunned crew. "Why are you all staring at me like that?"

"You're the weird one!" the pirates shouted in unison.

The sailor who first spotted the figure vividly recalled the incredible speed he had seen—it was the kind only a shark could achieve. But he couldn't have predicted someone crossing the sea by riding a shark. As he tried to make sense of it, the first mate stepped forward with a scowl. "Who are you, kid?"

"My name is Sato Yamiru!" the golden-eyed boy replied, looking up at the skull-and-crossbones pirate flag flapping atop the mast. He grinned widely. "I need to borrow something. You've got a map, right?"

"Huh?"

"Borrow something? From pirates?"

"Is this kid crazy?"

The pirates were dumbfounded. Who did this boy think he was, strolling onto a pirate ship and making demands?

Yamiru activated his Golden Gaze and examined the pirates' auras. The shapes of their energy were faint—pale and weaker than even a four-year-old Tien Shinhan. Stroking his chin thoughtfully, Yamiru added, "If it's convenient, you could also give me a ride to the shore. I wouldn't mind."

"Ah, I see," the first mate sneered, signaling with his hand. "Perfect. We're short on deckhands anyway. Boys, grab this little brat!"

"Aye!"

The pirates cheered but didn't rush all at once. After all, he was just a small boy.

"Stupid kid," said a tall, skinny pirate as he approached Yamiru. "Did you survive a shipwreck or something?" He reached out to grab Yamiru, planning to subdue him in one move.

However, Yamiru easily sidestepped the lunge, and in an instant, the pirate found himself weightless. The world spun as he flipped between the ship and the sea, only for his vision to be consumed by the gaping maw of a massive shark leaping out of the water.

"This kid!"

The pirates were startled by the strange boy's agility — unexpectedly swift and precise.

The first mate, however, frowned. He scrutinized the boy's golden eyes, searching for a hint of fear or hesitation. Yet, there was none. To the boy, his earlier actions seemed as casual as tying his shoes. What unsettled the first mate further was the boy's calm demeanor — he had clearly recognized the pirate flag but remained unnervingly composed.

The first mate's instinct for danger kicked in. Dropping his earlier dismissive attitude, he barked, "Everyone, get him at once!"

Though surprised, the pirates obeyed without hesitation, charging at Yamiru. However, these were ordinary Earthlings, far weaker than even a young Tien Shinhan. For Yamiru, they posed no challenge.

His golden eyes glimmered as he deftly weaved through the flurry of blades and fists. With effortless precision, he grabbed the pirates by their collars, one at a time, and flung them into the sea behind him.

The first mate found himself perplexed. Why wasn't there any sound of splashing?

Before he could dwell on the thought, the skirmish ended abruptly. Only he and one remaining pirate stood on the deck. Yamiru moved swiftly, grabbing the last pirate's wrist in a vice-like grip. The man howled in pain, dropping his curved dagger, which Yamiru casually caught with his other hand.

The pirate collapsed to his knees, groaning in agony, while Yamiru nonchalantly tossed the dagger into the air and caught it repeatedly. The first mate could only stare, slack-jawed and speechless.

"Why so hostile?" Yamiru asked, his tone light. "I just wanted a map. And, well, maybe a ride to the shore."

Yamiru pressed his foot down on the last pirate, pinning him to the deck.

The first mate raised his hands, swallowing nervously. "Fine, no problem. We've got maps... plenty of them."

"Drop the knife, kid, and kneel."

A voice rang out from nearby. Yamiru turned to see a bearded pirate with a hooked hand and a single eye, aiming a pistol straight at him.

"Or else," the one-eyed captain sneered, "we're having some tender meat for dinner tonight."

However, the pirate captain suddenly faltered. Staring into the boy's golden eyes, he felt something unearthly penetrate his core — a surge of suppressed anguish, sorrow, fury, and despair. An image seemed to materialize before his mind's eye: a towering man with long dark braids, his presence exuding terror. The horrific vision and the overwhelming emotions caused the captain to shudder involuntarily, momentarily breaking his concentration.

That was all Yamiru needed.

The dagger flew, embedding itself squarely between the captain's brows. The pistol fell limply from his hand. Across the deck, Yamiru stood in the aftermath of his throw, his expression unreadable.

The first mate, gritting his teeth, seized the moment to launch a desperate attack. But Yamiru ducked effortlessly, and the first mate's curved blade missed its target, instead cleaving into the head of the pirate pinned beneath Yamiru's foot.

Without hesitation, Yamiru drove his elbow into the first mate's stomach with such force it seemed to pierce through. His arm twisted and dug deep, sending the man into unconsciousness, his eyes rolling back as he crumpled to the deck.

"..."

Standing alone on the now-silent deck, Yamiru paused in thought. Then, he began dragging the first mate and the others to the edge of the ship, tossing them into the sea one by one.

"Consider it your payment," he said to the sharks circling below. "Though after soaking in the water this long, my skin's about to rot. Let's leave it here — I can handle it from here on my own."

Yamiru waved at the sharks below, watching them swim off into the distance.

He couldn't quite explain why the shark, which had once chased him relentlessly to Papaya Island, always managed to find him. It seemed almost unnaturally intelligent, as if it had developed a unique bond with him.

"Maybe it's that old man's doing?" Yamiru mused.

Back then, the shark had chased him fiercely but never at full speed. It must have been a deliberate move by that mysterious elder. Or perhaps the man possessed exceptional skills in training sharks?

Yamiru shook his head. On Dragon Ball's Earth, it wasn't unheard of for ordinary animals to speak human language. A clever shark wasn't that surprising. Deciding not to overthink it, he moved on.

"Golden Veil really can transmit images directly into others' minds through my gaze…" Yamiru muttered as he walked. "When I met Tonpo, it felt instinctual, like I could make her understand what Master Roshi looked like just by focusing. And just now, I used the same method to relay my experiences with the Crane School to that pirate captain. It worked too."

"Still, it's a bit troubling. Reliving painful memories might work as a weapon, but forcing myself to remember things I want to forget... doesn't that seem... a little too negative?"

Yamiru sighed at his own thoughts, strolling across the deck.

He could sense other life forces below deck — Golden Gaze had already revealed their presence. Turning toward the ship's hold, he began making his way to them.

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