Dragon Ball Human

At night, the master, disciple, and their newly adopted little grandson prepared and enjoyed dinner together.

The meal consisted of a thick porridge, akin to the Laba congee, made with dried fruits unique to Mount Paozu. Though it took a long time to cook over firewood, the aroma wafting from the pot when it was uncovered made it worth the effort. The porridge tasted rich, sweet, and comforting. In addition, roasted meat — an effortless delicacy in the Dragon Ball world — was prepared. Even a simple roast was edible, but with a little effort, the golden-brown, crispy outside and tender inside turned it into a true feast.

The roasted meat was necessary because one pot of porridge was far from enough for the three of them — or more accurately, it wasn't even enough for little Son Goku alone.

Who knows how Saiyan stomachs work? Yamiru, who considered himself a big eater, felt downright restrained compared to Goku.

Half the pot of porridge was drained in one go by the little Saiyan, leaving Son Gohan scrambling into the dark forest to hunt a wild wolf. After skinning and cleaning it, he roasted it to satiate his ravenous grandson.

Before the meat was ready, both Son Gohan and Yamiru pretended to have finished their porridge, sitting quietly while watching Goku's eager eyes fixate on the roasting meat.

Drooling, Goku swayed back and forth, still adjusting to the absence of his tail.

Finally, as the roasting meat began to glisten with bubbling fat and its tantalizing aroma filled the air, Goku couldn't hold back any longer. He pounced with a loud "chomp," biting into it with unrestrained vigor. The ferocity of his eating looked no different from how he was before losing his memory. Only then did Yamiru and Son Gohan bring out the remaining half-pot of porridge, calmly enjoying their bowls.

"Master, are we really capable of feeding this kid?" Yamiru glanced over, seeing the boy already halfway through the wolf.

Son Gohan chuckled. "Mount Paozu has more than enough to feed him."

A whole mountain as an answer. Yamiru could only admit defeat.

Fortunately, after finishing the entire wolf, Goku seemed full at last. He lay on the ground, rubbing his belly and gazing at the full moon, though it wasn't clear if he was remembering something.

Son Gohan tensed for a moment but relaxed upon confirming that Goku wouldn't transform into a Great Ape anymore.

However, teaching the boy to speak was proving to be another challenge.

"Come here, child," Son Gohan said, gesturing for Goku to come closer. "Let's have a chat."

Over the past few days, they'd discovered that while the little Saiyan couldn't speak or understand long sentences, he could grasp some simple words and phrases. Dr. Brief and Dr. Omori had confirmed with Jaco that many planets in the universe shared languages similar to Earth's. The closer the resemblance in appearance, the more similar the languages. Saiyans, for instance, looked almost identical to Earthlings apart from their tails, and their language was very similar as well.

Before landing on Earth, Goku had already been four years old. Though possibly underdeveloped physically, he had spent years on his home planet. Aside from picking up some of its bad habits, he'd likely developed a basic understanding of his native language. However, the blow from Jaco's punch had caused a mild concussion, erasing most of his already limited linguistic ability.

Goku didn't quite understand Son Gohan's words but seemed to grasp the gesture. With a mix of curiosity and confusion, he approached the two.

Yamiru, having finished his meal, gathered and cleaned the dishes.

When he returned, Son Gohan was holding Goku in his lap, casually chatting. The boy, apparently unable to comprehend a word, was idly tugging at Son Gohan's white beard—a habit identical to his pre-amnesia self.

Watching this, Yamiru became increasingly convinced that Goku truly was Kakarot.

Kakarot wasn't born evil or violent, just as Goku wasn't inherently innocent and carefree.

Both were inherently good at heart. What shaped them was their environment and the people around them.

The weight of responsibility settled on Yamiru's shoulders.

He had no doubts about his master's integrity and moral character, but he himself had to be careful not to be a bad influence. If he somehow led Goku astray — made him less pure, less like the Goku everyone knew and loved — wouldn't he owe an apology to the entire world? That couldn't happen!

"Yamiru, come here," Son Gohan called to his daydreaming disciple. "From now on, the three of us will chat like this after every meal. It's nice to have company in this quiet mountain. You two make it livelier."

The flickering campfire cast dancing shadows of the three figures sitting together.

The next morning, as the embers outside the small cabin cooled, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the dense forests of Mount Paozu.

Yamiru opened his eyes on the small bed inside the cabin.

Son Gohan was already standing by the bed. He had been about to wake him, but seeing Yamiru stir on his own, he smiled. "Ah, you're awake. Let's head out. Today, it's about time we started training."

"Alright!"

Yamiru snapped awake completely.

His black pupils turned golden in an instant. Gently pushing aside little Goku, who had half his body sprawled over him, Yamiru got out of bed, following his master outside. He closed the door behind him, leaving the tailless boy still soundly asleep.

They didn't go far. Just outside the cabin, in a nearby open area, Son Gohan stopped and motioned for Yamiru to do the same.

"Alright, child, loosen up first."

Son Gohan gestured for Yamiru to relax. He tested Yamiru's flexibility and posture, then began sparring lightly with him.

Relying on his existing skills, Yamiru exchanged a few moves with his master. Soon, his body began to warm up, his movements becoming lighter and more agile, his reactions quicker.

Son Gohan inquired about Yamiru's golden eyes.

Previously, it was thanks to Golden Veil that Yamiru had informed Son Gohan about the Saiyan transformation under a full moon and their tail weakness.

Son Gohan didn't pry too deeply into how Yamiru knew so much about Saiyans. That was Yamiru's own business and, ultimately, unimportant.

Yamiru, for his part, had no reason to hide anything. After all, he didn't fully understand the origins of his Golden Veil either. So, he demonstrated its various abilities through practical use, showing his master: its sharp observation skills, resistance to psychic abilities, the ability to discern the ki of humanoid forms, its capacity to transmit thoughts through eye contact, and even the one-time replication of Blue's psychic binding ability — though this had never resurfaced.

Son Gohan offered cautious advice, suggesting Yamiru refrain from using the golden eyes during his martial arts training.

Not out of dogmatism, of course — he wouldn't insist on abandoning a unique, self-awakened ability. However, Son Gohan believed that overly convenient powers could hinder Yamiru's martial growth. It was the difference between achieving progress entirely through one's own efforts and relying partly on an external advantage. The value of each approach was self-evident.

Yamiru was not opposed to this suggestion and readily agreed.

Deactivating his Golden Veil, he resumed sparring with Son Gohan.

Immediately, Yamiru found himself struggling to anticipate his master's moves. Without the assistance of his special eyes, his judgment faltered, and he realized he had unknowingly developed a reliance on them. This realization caused a ripple of unease, which in turn made his moves sloppy.

Son Gohan chuckled as he effortlessly subdued Yamiru. Releasing him, he advised his student to relax and let go of his mental burden. With or without the Golden Veil, Yamiru's skills were already excellent.

Yamiru adjusted his mindset and responded affirmatively.

The rest of the morning was essentially a diagnostic test. Son Gohan had not yet begun formal training but was assessing Yamiru.

Yamiru needed to reveal everything to his master — his habits and flaws in technique, his physical and endurance limits, even his mental fortitude. Only then could Son Gohan devise a suitable training plan.

Time flew by, and over an hour passed.

At the cabin door, little Goku yawned and rubbed his eyes. Still groggy, he stepped outside and spotted Son Gohan and Yamiru sparring nearby.

Blinking a few times, Goku's curiosity was piqued. Perhaps something about their actions felt familiar to him. Quietly, he crept closer to observe.

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