Dragon Ball Human

Yamiru turned around and saw an elderly man with kind eyes and a serene demeanor, resembling a celestial sage—Son Gohan.

"Son Gohan... sir."

"Oh, no need to be so formal. Child, you... know me?"

Yamiru nodded.

Scenes of hardships and struggles from the past two years flashed through his mind, but when he spoke, all he said was, "Son Gohan, I've come here just for you." As Son Gohan looked at him with slight surprise, Yamiru bowed deeply. "I wish to become your disciple and learn martial arts."

"No need for such ceremony, child."

Son Gohan smiled as he helped Yamiru up. In passing, he casually but deliberately touched and pinched Yamiru's arm and shoulder muscles, as if testing their resilience.

Yamiru felt warmth and relief spreading from the areas touched, as if his tired muscles had been rejuvenated and loosened.

"Not bad. Indeed, not bad," the old man remarked.

Hearing this, Yamiru's face lit up with joy. His eyes shone with anticipation as he stared at Son Gohan, who simply smiled and patted his head.

"No rush. Come, it's still early. Let's take a walk in the mountains."

With that, Son Gohan stepped away lightly.

Yamiru glanced back at the hut.

By the embers of the bonfire, Dr. Omori was awake, stretching and yawning. Near the spaceship, Jaco stood on its outer shell with his arms crossed, staring at the breaking dawn. Noticing Yamiru's gaze, Jaco turned to look at him. Yamiru, however, couldn't discern much from those Ultraman-like egg-shaped eyes.

Smiling faintly, Yamiru jogged after Son Gohan's retreating figure.

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In the tranquil forest, the old man and the young boy alternated between jogging and leisurely strolling.

For the most part, the golden-eyed boy spoke while the round-hatted, white-bearded old man listened attentively, occasionally nodding.

Eventually, the two stopped by a creek along a mountain path. Yamiru recounted his journey, speaking plainly of the hardships and suffering he had endured, showing no trace of bitterness or resentment. Instead, he enthusiastically described the beautiful sights he had seen and the interesting people he had met. Son Gohan listened closely, occasionally commenting. At one point, he playfully teased Yamiru with a question, making the boy blush in embarrassment.

Son Gohan laughed heartily. After his laughter subsided, he said something that made Yamiru's face light up with excitement. Overwhelmed, Yamiru didn't know what to do and prepared to kneel in a formal bow of gratitude. But Son Gohan, seated on a rock, stopped him with a gentle hand and pulled the boy into his arms.

"Don't be afraid. It's all right now," Son Gohan said softly, patting Yamiru's back with a comforting hand.

Yamiru couldn't remember the last time an elder had shown him such care. Even such a simple gesture of comfort brought to mind his parents, making his eyes sting with unshed tears. He buried his face in his master's embrace, holding back the urge to cry.

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When Tights woke up, she found the bedding neatly folded, but Yamiru was nowhere to be seen. She felt a weight on her legs and looked down to find the young Saiyan boy clinging to her legs, sound asleep. His fluffy monkey tail occasionally brushed against her skin, tickling her.

Smiling, she gently moved the boy aside, tucked him in, and stepped outside. There, she saw Dr. Omori and Jaco talking by the doorway.

"Where's Yamiru?" Tights asked, looking around for any sign of him or Son Gohan.

Jaco replied, "He went into the mountains with Son Gohan."

Dr. Omori muttered, "Just who is this Son Gohan? A strange old man living alone in the mountains..."

Hearing this, Tights smiled knowingly. It seems Yamiru's wish is likely to come true. If it's him, there's no doubt he can convince Son Gohan. It would be odd if Son Gohan refused him!

As she pondered this, she suddenly spotted the pair returning from the distance.

"Hey~~!" Yamiru called out, waving enthusiastically.

"Hey," Jaco responded stiffly with a wave of his own.

Dr. Omori looked surprised and mused, "When did that kid become so cheerful and outgoing?"

Tights immediately understood — Yamiru must have successfully become Son Gohan's disciple. That would explain his high spirits. Sure enough, Yamiru grinned at her and flashed a victory sign. His smile was so infectious that Tights couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up in return.

"Hehehe..." Beside him, Yamiru's new master chuckled kindly.

But Yamiru quickly found a way to change the subject. He pointed at the sky and said, "Ah, it must be Dr. Brief coming!"

Sure enough, everyone looked up and saw a highly expensive-looking spacecraft flying toward them.

Jaco: "Oh, oh! The money's here!"

Tights frowned. "Don't say it like that!"

The spacecraft descended from the sky, with the well-known Capsule Corporation logo printed on its hull, a symbol of high-tech and wealth.

When the ship landed, the door opened, and a little girl wearing a cute dress with pigtails jumped out, holding a "toy gun" and scanning the crowd seriously. She looked at the unfamiliar old man, Yamiru, and then at the other unfamiliar old man — wait, wasn't that Dr. Omori, the scientist from the research magazines?

"Sister!" Bulma ran straight to Tights.

"Hi, Bulma! Long time no see!" Tights opened her arms, and the two sisters embraced.

Dr. Brief and his wife also exited the spacecraft, followed by their robot servant, dragging a suitcase.

Dr. Omori stepped forward and shook Dr. Brief's hand respectfully. "Dr. Brief, welcome! It's an honor to have you here."

Any scientist would hold Dr. Brief in the highest regard.

"Oh!" Dr. Brief seemed casual. "You must be the alien!"

"...No, I'm Dr. Omori."

Dr. Brief turned to look at Son Gohan. "Then you must be the alien!"

"Hey!" Yamiru interjected. "That's definitely not the case!"

"Oh, isn't this Yamiru?" Dr. Brief smiled. "So, this old gentleman here must be Son Gohan? Congratulations!"

Meanwhile, Tights was introducing, "This is my sister, Bulma, and my mother." Bulma's mother followed, elegant and impeccably made up.

Jaco commented, "Your sister's short. I like her."

"Are you an alien?" Bulma raised her "laser gun" at him.

"Heh, if you think I'm just some ordinary alien, you've got it all wrong!" Jaco's personality was somewhat childish in certain ways.

"Here we go again..." She had a feeling.

"I'm a defender of galactic peace, a chosen elite..." Sure enough, Jaco began to introduce himself with odd dance moves. "Galaxy patrol officer, Jaco!"

Bulma: "..."

Mrs. Brief cupped her face in admiration. "Wow, so handsome! Oh, by the way, Tights, your dad and I brought breakfast and toiletries for you."

"Wow, really?" Tights said, overjoyed. "You're a lifesaver, Mom! You're the best!" She leaned over and kissed her mother on the cheek.

Bulma took her sister to the robot servant. Tights skillfully opened the old picnic and travel box that had been used in the past, taking out toiletries and a set of extravagant, high-end breakfast dishes, still steaming with heat.

"Come on, everyone, let's have breakfast~!"

"Oh, okay." Yamiru was the first to respond, walking over. Dr. Omori and Dr. Brief had already been chatting by Jaco's spacecraft for a while, and Yamiru was starting to feel drowsy.

Tights handed him the toiletries, and they both went to brush their teeth and wash up.

When they returned, they found Jaco already eating breakfast. Tights, confused, asked, "Aren't you supposed to only eat milk and cheese?"

Jaco, enjoying the gourmet food, replied with great seriousness, "I just prefer your Earth milk and cheese! But who wouldn't enjoy such food? Even aliens or gods would bow before such deliciousness~!"

As if to prove his point, a black-haired, monkey-tailed boy crawled out from the hut.

Everyone turned to look at him.

The little boy was startled and quickly retreated back inside. After a while, he peeked his head out, eyes wide, staring longingly at the breakfast.

Both Son Gohan and Yamiru waved at him.

Tights grabbed a big bowl of food and turned toward the Saiyan boy at the door of the hut. Bulma quietly picked a piece of her favorite food from the bowl her sister was holding.

Yamiru couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. They were really treating him like a pet monkey?