Dragon Ball Human

Yamiru, resting and recovering with his head on Tights's lap, suddenly opened his eyes.

"You look just like when we first met," Tights teased softly, glancing down at him. But she noticed he didn't respond. Though too drained to move, his eyes were fixed on Jaco, who had just posed a question to Dr. Omori. Tights found this odd. She'd heard Jaco's words too, and nothing seemed particularly remarkable.

Son Gohan, holding the sleeping child, also turned to look at Jaco. Among everyone present, Jaco's aura was the most difficult for him to discern.

"The full moon? Uh, this month... probably..." Dr. Omori paused, then looked at Tights. She raised three fingers and said, "If you want to see a full moon, you'll have to wait three more nights. It'll appear then."

"Three days... I can wait three days," Jaco said, deciding the timeframe was tolerable.

"Do aliens enjoy moon-gazing too, Jaco?" Tights asked curiously.

"It's not for me; it's for the Saiyan." Jaco stared at the dusky sky, where the faint outline of the crescent moon was already visible. "You people truly have no idea how dangerous Saiyans are. In three days, you'll understand the terrifying nature of this warrior race."

Dr. Omori and Tights both found it hard to reconcile Jaco's repeated claims of Saiyan strength and cruelty with the sleeping child in Son Gohan's arms.

Firstly, the claim of strength didn't hold up.

Son Gohan had subdued the Saiyan child on his own. If he hadn't been worried about hurting him, he could've taken the boy down instantly.

Secondly, the alleged cruelty was also questionable...

Tights noticed that Yamiru had closed his eyes again, his breathing steady and deep, as though focusing all his energy on recovering.

She turned her attention to Son Gohan. The little boy with wild black hair slept peacefully in the old man's arms, his soft cheeks showing no hint of the terrifying traits Jaco had described.

But Jaco seemed oblivious to their doubts. He ignored Tights and Dr. Omori's skepticism and kept repeating himself.

Wait for the moon to be full.

In three days.

You'll see for yourselves. You'll beg me to help you get rid of him.

Jaco's tone was resolute.

"..." Son Gohan, who had been observing quietly, noticed that night had fallen, and the mountain air was growing cold. He spoke up, "If you don't mind, why don't you come to this old man's home for a while? Everyone must be hungry. Let's have dinner together—how does that sound?"

"That's wonderful!" Tights raised both hands in agreement. "You're so kind, Grandpa!"

Dr. Omori added, "Thank you for your hospitality."

Jaco gave a nonchalant shrug.

With a kind smile, Son Gohan, still holding the small monkey-tailed boy, led the group toward his humble cottage.

"Hey, time to wake up." Tights poked Yamiru's nose with her finger. "Dinner's ready."

Yamiru quickly rolled upright.

With Tights's help, he joined Son Gohan, Dr. Omori, and Jaco, following them toward the old man's home.

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Surrounded by the aroma of roasted meat, the monkey-tailed boy lying on a blanket slowly woke up.

The little one looked a bit dazed.

He was still very young — too young for his brain to fully process what he'd been through. His memories were vague and incomplete, leaving behind only emotional imprints that shaped his mood.

A deep sense of sadness lingered in his heart.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

But he couldn't remember why he felt this way.

In the hazy fragments of his mind, he seemed to recall two blurry figures he instinctively wanted to be near, smiling and speaking to him.

—"Goodbye, Kakarot."

What happened? Why? Why were the two people who had always been with me now separated by something I couldn't reach?

—"You must survive, Kakarot."

The emotions radiating from those two familiar figures had made the boy uneasy. Somehow, he seemed to understand on a primal level that he was about to part ways with them.

He was too young to process such complex feelings, to even recognize the weight of sorrow.

But he knew he hated it — the heaviness in his heart, the shadow in his subconscious.

He wanted to throw it all away. He just wanted to feel better.

During his long journey through space, he could only cry over and over again.

Who knew how much time had passed? Finally released from that hated box, he naturally assumed that the people he saw were the ones responsible for his sadness, his endless tears, and the disappearance of those two kind shadows. They were the villains. What happened after that... he couldn't quite recall.

But he wasn't as sad as before.

Why was he sad again?

He couldn't remember...

"Grumble, grumble..."

Oh, he was hungry. Was that why? Yes, it had to be.

And so, he began to howl!

"Waaaaah!"

The monkey-tailed boy shouted and cried from the modest little bed.

Soon, the door creaked open, and a wavering orange glow illuminated the dark room. Stepping inside was a figure, not particularly tall, slightly hunched, but with a gait steady as a mountain. The boy had already forgotten that he'd fought with this person earlier that evening. After venting his frustrations, most of the sadness buried in his tiny heart had dissipated.

Now, all he knew was that he was starving and wanted to eat.

"You're awake?"

The figure approached, bringing warmth along with them.

Snap! Son Gohan lit a candle, revealing his weathered face in the flickering light. He held two steaming meat buns in his hands. Judging by the boy's remarkable physical strength, Son Gohan assumed his appetite would be just as strong.

The monkey-tailed boy snatched both buns and bit into them without hesitation. The heat made him gasp, but he still devoured them in a few swift bites. As soon as he finished, he looked up at the old man with expectant eyes. Son Gohan was a bit surprised—he had thought two large buns would be plenty.

"Well now, such a big appetite," Son Gohan chuckled, effortlessly scooping the boy up. "No wonder you're so energetic. Come on, let's eat with the others."

True to his mischievous nature, the boy couldn't sit still, even while being carried. He tugged on the old man's beard and poked at his eyebrows, fidgeting constantly. But Son Gohan didn't mind at all.

Outside, the sound of laughter came from the firepit, where the other four were chatting.

Yamiru had just learned that Tights had narrowly escaped death due to a failed rocket launch. He couldn't help but admire her nerves of steel. For the sake of experiencing the thrill of outer space, she had willingly agreed to be a substitute for such a dangerous mission.

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