"Another year till the dragon balls can be used again." said Mr. Popo with a sigh of relief.
Mr. Popo appeared to of had another long day from the looks of it. If he was sweating, the wind from the sky was cooling him off by wiping it away with the wind blowing on his face. He was flying on a magic carpet.
He appeared to have made a wish on the dragon balls and made sure the wish was made for the greater good. The cool breeze was cooling him off and lowering his body temperature which made him gradually stop sweating or the sweat was drying off.
The plump and short male adult remembered he used the dragon balls to wish to undo all the damage that some evil man has done to Earth and everyone on it and revived all the lives that were lost as a result. The eternal dragon, Shenron, he remembered that the eternal dragon didn't frighten him as the dragon shown to mean no harm to anyone.
With how relaxed the older male deity felt. He knew that if anything was to come up, he'd be ready for anything but it wasn't long till he heard commotion from nearby. His pointy ears twitched as it picked up something from nearby.
"Get off me!" cried a young male's voice.
"Do as I say and hand it all over and I'll let you go, you little shit!" shouted an older male's voice.
"Just get off me, you motherfucking asshole!" screamed the young male's voice.
There was a loud scream of pain coming from the younger male's voice as if he was being beat up by the older male that Mr. Popo heard. He could tell and sense where it's coming from. He steered the magic carpet he was riding to the source of the commotion. He was heading down to the earth as he started descending towards the ground, he looked around to see where it was coming from.
Mr. Popo got closer to the source of the voices till he spotted two people down below. He descended down towards them and that's when he saw what looked like a young male teenager who was getting beat up by an older male adult who appeared to be in his forties. He made it to the two people in time as he saw what the two looked like.
The older male adult was wearing a faded red shirt and torn jeans while wearing what looked like hiking boots. He was bald and at least seven feet tall, muscular and hulking. His eye pupils were dilated as if he had some sort of substance in his system as his eyes looked bloodshot.
The young male teenager was at least five feet and seven inches tall, he wore black T-shirt, blue jean pants, wearing what looked like sporty looking shoes that look like they were bought a few days ago. He appeared to be at least fourteen, fifteen or possibly sixteen years old, he appeared to be slender in the body or possibly athletic since the clothing covered him up. He was Caucasian with blue eyes but he had really thick, full, voluminous, shoulder length, curly brown hair that looked like the curls in his hair was relaxed as his hair was below his shoulders.
The older male reached out to grab hold of the younger male as the younger male attempted to escape. He grabbed hold of the younger male by the back of his shirt. That's when Mr. Popo knew it was time to intervene.
"Unhand that child!" cried Mr. Popo.
The short and plump male deity hopped off the carpet while the young male was looking at the deity as if looking to him for help but the older male thug looked at Mr. Popo with enraged disgust.
"Stay out of my business, Mustafa! This fucking brat has something I want and I'm getting it out of him, even if I have to beat or kill it out of him like how people kill a fucking ugly tree rat they call monkeys!" ranted the older male brute.
Mr. Popo could tell this man was more irate than anyone he's ever seen, looking at how bloodshot his eyes were and how the pupils were dilated, he had to be intoxicated or under the influence of some sort of drug.
"Mustafa isn't my name, sir. You let go of that little boy, right now." said Mr. Popo appearing calm and rational.
"Whatever, salami, bologna, applesauce, Ramalo, Aladdin, what the fuck ever, stretch." the older male insulted.
"If I were you. I'd change the tone and avoid the punishment that will come to you if you hurt that little boy. He hasn't done anything to you and your picking on someone much smaller than you. That doesn't sound very fair. That only makes you look like a coward." Mr. Popo stated as he appeared to be unfazed by the thug's insults.
"Watashi o tasukete!" the teenage male cried.
"You don't know any damn thing, shortstop. Go back to your pretzel stand and stay out of my business with this green tea-sucking, long haired, karate chopping, loud mouthing, Jackie Chan clone whose nothing but a wimpy, Kamikaze monkey!" ranted the brute.
Mr. Popo's mouth fell open, slapping his own hand to his mouth as he looked shocked that this man said what he said. He knew this man just said a few offensive slangs directed at the young boy but he also called him a slur. Now the young male felt a rage rise inside him from the offensive word he just referred to him as.
"Someone oughta kick your ass. You drugged up son of a bitch!" the boy shot.
The man formed a fist and punched the boy across the head which nearly knocked him down but the boy raised his foot up like a horse raising it's hind legs and he kicked the brute in his crotch, sending quite a bit of pain to the crotch as the man felt the breath being knocked out of him.
The boy got out of his grip and the man held onto his unmentionable area in pain. The boy turned around to face him as the brutal man was getting up but looked enraged. The man suddenly pulled out a handgun and it was loaded.
"My boys hurt." said the man in a pained tone.
"And it'll match your ass when I'm done kicking it." the boy snapped.
The man pointed the gun at the boy and pulled the trigger but when the gun made a loud, deafening bang, the boy caught the bullet with his left hand. This shocked the man and he fired off the remaining bullets as the gun fired off ten rounds. Every round he fired was caught by the boy's hands and when the man was wide eyed by the sight of it. The boy dropped the bullets to the ground and a powerful gold energy formed around the boy and his hair suddenly turned gold as he screamed in a fit of rage.
Mr. Popo was wide eyed at what he saw and the brutal thug was just as shocked to see the kid deflect his bullets and show such power. The boy popped his neck, than cracked his knuckles as he looked at the armed thug who was now showing visible fear.
"This has got to be a hallucination from the stuff I had stashed." the brute said stepping back a little.
"You shut your damn mouth or I'll shove those drugs down your throat with a ditch witch and dig a tunnel straight through to sunshine. Now you leave me alone or I'll come over there with a circular saw and cut off all your fingers and toes, now move it, motherfucker! Move it!" the boy shouted and ranted.
"No one tells me what to do, you karate monkey!" the man said trying to appear intimidating.
The man charged at him to punch him again but the boy caught his fist and the brutal man felt a good amount of pain to his fist as the boy squeezed it firmly as it felt like his grip was stronger than a giant anaconda's grip. The thug groaned in pain and the boy suddenly spun the man around faster than a tornado.
"Make him stop! Make him stop!" screamed the man in panic.
"You have a flight to catch as it's got you flying first class. You mouthy bastard." the boy cried.
The boy finally swung the man up with all his might and tossed him up high into the sky with all his strength as Mr. Popo saw the boy toss the man up so high up into the sky that it sent the man flying, rapidly shrinking into the distance like a baseball after a baseball player knocked the ball completely out of the park.
Mr. Popo knew what this could mean from what he just witnessed. The boy was wide eyed and shocked to the system at what he just did. The gold energy waves that surrounded him disappeared, his hair turned back to brown and he suddenly fell backwards in a faint which he landed on the ground with a thud. Mr. Popo approached him as he knelt down beside him.
Placing his hand on the boy's chest to feel for a pulse from his heart, he still felt a heart beat while his other hand felt his forehead, his temperature appeared normal.
"I can't leave him out here." Mr. Popo whispered.
"Watashi kara dete." the boy said slowly.
The male deity looked around for a moment and back at the boy. He got to his feet and pulled the boy over to the carpet he was riding on which to someone as short as Mr. Popo, he was really strong for someone of his size. He dragged the boy onto the carpet and got on top of the carpet with him which he was positioning him to lay in his lap, his head pressed to his shoulder and the carpet started to ascend up into the air again.
Along the way to The Lookout. The boy would mumble some words in a foreign language or in English as it appeared the boy had to be bilingual.
"He's on a mountain top with me." the boy said slowly.
"Who are you, young man?" Mr. Popo asked him.
The boy was silent at first and didn't answer. He asked again but he wasn't responding. Mr. Popo knew that he was ether out like a light or was in and out of consciousness. So he placed a hand over the boy's heart as if to show a sign of trust which the boy blushed and had no idea where he was being taken to nor did he know if he was awake or not.
"Musashi." the boy finally said.
Musashi was now completely out cold which Mr. Popo finally made it to The Lookout. The carpet lowered itself onto the stone floor that was looking like the place was kept well maintenance, cleaned and looked after. Mr. Popo got off the carpet while he pulled the unconscious boy off it as well. It wasn't long till Kami noticed something as he approached Mr. Popo and Musashi.
"Mr. Popo, I see you picked up a passenger." stated Kami.
Mr. Popo laid Musashi down on the flooring and pulled out a canteen, twisted the lid off and placed the top of it to the boy's lips as he was being given a sweet tasting milk. It turned out to be coconut milk which tasted sweet and was very hydrating, more hydrating than water as the boy swallowed it down.
Afterwards, he put the canteen away and lifted the boy up to sit him up straight. The boy's eyelids were slowly moving as he was awakening. He groaned while smacking his lips a bit, tasting the coconut milk he swallowed down.
"A brute was high on a drug and during the man's drug induced influence. He was beating on him and planned to rob him." Mr. Popo revealed.
"Hmm. He appears to not have suffered any extreme damages." stated Kami.
"But that's not even the most shocking part." said Mr. Popo looking up at the old male Namekian.
Kami was curious but his expression shown no signs of bewilderment at what Mr. Popo was telling him.
"He took down the thug just as Goku fights against a tough enemy. His hair went from brown to gold." revealed Mr. Popo.
Kami was now visibly surprised. He kept his composure but he was visibly surprised as he wasn't expecting such news. Musashi's vision was clearing and once his vision came back was when panic shot through his mind and body.
"Watashi wa koko kara denakereba naranai." said Musashi quickly.
He quickly got up and out of Mr. Popo's hands and arms but the two tried to stop him as he was about to reach the edge of the lookout.
"Young man, stop! Watch your step!" warned Kami.
Musashi stopped as he looked down and saw he almost fell off the ledge and was wide eyed with fear from how far of a drop it was from where he stood. He backed away from the ledge and after getting over ten feet away from it was when he turned to see Mr. Popo. The short male adult grabbed him and pulled him in his arms which Musashi flinched with his eyes closed.
He felt Mr. Popo's arms around him and one of his hands rubbing his back slowly to console him. Musashi slowly opened his eyes and saw that no harm came to him and he was still alive.
"It's alright. No one's going to hurt you." whispered Mr. Popo in his ear.
Musashi felt he could trust this man for some unknown reasons but his fear left him but he fainted in Mr. Popo's arms and now he was out like a light.
"Kami." Mr. Popo began.
"Take him to the bed. He's probably exhausted but check him for any wounds." Kami advised.
Mr. Popo nodded and started to pull the unconscious Musashi inside the building of the Lookout. He went down one hallway and another till he got him inside a room where there was one of the beds since they had more bedrooms in there. He placed the young boy on the bed, laid his head on the pillow and easily removed his shoes from his feet which he placed his shoes near the bed on the floor.
That's when he started to look underneath the boy's clothing and he saw what looked like red marks, cuts, bruises and some scars around his torso, parts of his arms and legs. Mr. Popo expected some mild physical damages but not anything like this. He began to tend to his wounds.
He got out what looked like a small bottle from inside his pockets, popped the lid off and placed the bottle to the boy's lips which just like obeying a command, he opened his mouth and Mr. Popo poured three drops of the mysterious orange liquid into his mouth. Musashi swallowed the liquid but that's when his entire body started to glow a gold light as the only parts of his body that did glow was anywhere that his body shown a scar, scratch, cut, bruise and red mark. Glowing for a few seconds and the light dissipated.
That's when it looked like his wounds were rapidly healing itself as it looked like the wounds were rapidly healing themselves as if it was like watching a chalkboard eraser erasing chalk drawings. It took under a minute for every wound in the boy's body to have disappeared completely.
Mr. Popo let out a sigh of relief and got up on his feet again. He was about to leave and inform Kami about what happened to the boy but before he did, he stopped and went back to Musashi as he whispered something in his ear.
"Your safe now." Mr. Popo whispered in his ear.
The short male deity than kissed him on his forehead which caused Musashi to blush briefly twitch. Mr. Popo walked off and informed Kami everything.
"So you suspect Musashi may be another Saiyan that has flown under the radar." said Kami.
"It's a possibility he might be another Saiyan but it all happened so fast that it was at the speed of being able to blink once." said Mr. Popo being specific. "He did have some wounds but I took care of that."
Kami let out a sigh of relief knowing that Musashi was alright but they knew that now they found another possible Saiyan. They knew that they had to inform Goku and the other Z fighters.
"Should we tell Goku and the rest of our comrades?" asked Mr. Popo curiously.
"It would be ill advised to keep the information from them. When some of our students wanted to learn the same self defense methods that Goku knew and they wanted to know what I taught them. You do remember how they reacted with such shock when I told them I taught Goku nothing and he learned what he knows on his own or sharpened his skills from what Master Roshi taught him. Despite the fact that I was pulling their legs in a humorous manner, still, keeping such information from them is ill advised." Kami explained.
"If we're to tell them and they are to talk with him. They need to be gentle with him. He's just a child after all. We don't know where his parents are or if he has anyone looking after him for that matter." Mr. Popo pointed out.
"It's possible that he might be alone and has nowhere to go. We'll talk to him about this when ever he wakes up." said Kami.
"But lets not be so brash with him when asking him what happened. We don't want to upset or alarm him." advised Mr. Popo kindly.
Kami knew from the concerned expression in Mr. Popo's eyes that he may not look it but he was advising that they be gentle with Musashi or at least not get so brash with him when asking him why he was alone and what's going on with his current living situation. He complied immediately.
"We'll do our best. I'll inform Goku and the others to meet up here. If any of them can come over to be informed, than that's fine, but if any of them can't make it due to prior engagements or any sort, than that's alright." said Kami calmly.
They nodded once and understood. As Kami was using telepathy to contact Goku and his friends. Mr. Popo was relieved to hear this but also felt himself growing slowly emotionally involved with Musashi but he had no idea why.
Four Days Later
Musashi was awake within the first two days he's been at the Lookout and Musashi appeared to be a shy, quiet boy who was still learning about what's going on or what he's going through as he didn't talk much. When Kami talked to him, he communicated with him by using his mind which Musashi was surprised at first but immediately grew comfortable with it.
As for with Mr. Popo, he would often blush in his presence and was silent but Mr. Popo given him a reason not to be afraid of him while consoling him which would immediately work when he did so.
"What happened?" asked Musashi curiously.
"You were attacked by a thug and when I was about to intervene. He called you a prejudice remark I dare not repeat and you took him down or should I say you sent him flying sky high as others would put it." explained Mr. Popo. "I'll admit, it did look like you needed someone to save you but once that man enraged you and you subdued him, everything was alright afterwards."
He let out a sigh of relief hearing this.
"You did happen to say some swear words directed at him but it was probably because you lost your temper with him." stated Mr. Popo.
Musashi blushed at the very mention of that as he didn't expect anyone to point that out.
"I'm sorry." Musashi said feeling awkward.
"It's alright. I've seen quite a lot in my time and heard quite a lot as well. Not much surprises me." Mr. Popo said with a word of comfort.
"But you're so young." said Musashi looking skeptical.
Mr. Popo smiled and this caught Musashi off guard. Even as Musashi spoke in his soft yet deep voice, he didn't know if he just told a joke or if he missed the joke.
"What?" said a baffled Musashi.
"I may look young but I'm older than I look. Musashi, do you know what a deity is?" said Mr. Popo.
"I've been informed on who they are." Musashi stated.
Mr. Popo motioned him over which he came over and knelt down so he'd be at his level. Mr. Popo whispered into the boy's ear and informed him on what he is and his age which left him wide eyed for a moment and staring at him.
"Are you sure you're not joking?" asked a skeptical Musashi.
"How do you explain how I flown you and me here on my carpet?" stated Mr. Popo.
Musashi let out a little chuckle as if Mr. Popo was joking.
"No seriously, how did we get up here?" asked Musashi chuckling.
The male deity appeared to be unfazed by Musashi's laughter till Musashi immediately stopped and remembered during the state of him coming in and out of consciousness along the way to Kami's Lookout, he remembered being in Mr. Popo's arms and they were flying on a carpet in the sky.
"You're not kidding me, are you?" said Musashi realizing he was telling the truth. "Did I fall?"
"I made sure you didn't fall. But when you were awake for a moment or two when you tried to run, you did almost fall off the ledge." Mr. Popo reminded.
Musashi looked towards the ledge of the place to his right and saw there was an edge over there which he was somewhere at the center of the floor where he and Mr. Popo stood.
"That's definitely one long drop. If anyone can't fly, they'd fall like a log." said Musashi with a shudder.
"I would've caught you in time to prevent you from falling to your end." said Mr. Popo showing compassion. "Do you happen to know about your abilities or how they came to be?"
Musashi went silent for a moment and shown confusion at the question. He appeared to have difficulty in coming up with an answer but only had what he knew so far to tell him.
"I don't know." Musashi answered. "All I know is that around the time when I was five I started to show some signs of exhibiting strange abilities as such. The first was showing signs of flight, than creating balls of different colored energy here and there which each one had a different affect, but turning gold? I only appear to be able to do that when angry or visualizing something that makes me experience such emotion. I tried not to use these abilities because there's been quite the destruction they can cause. Sometimes I can control it but other times I might lose control depending on my emotional state."
When Mr. Popo heard the boy telling him this meant that his claims and suspicions of Musashi being a super Saiyan has been confirmed.
"When ever anyone saw me showing the ability to do such things. Some thought it was cool while others were shocked to the system, afraid, and very few would stigmatize me which they ended up shutting their mouths when they got knocked on their a-I mean butts." Musashi explained further while correcting himself at the last moment.
Mr. Popo knew that this further confirmed his suspicions and claims of the boy being another super Saiyan that Goku and the others haven't met nor know exists.
"Musashi, would you feel any better if you could talk to anyone who knew the origins of your abilities and possibly could tell you anything you wanted to know about them?" asked Mr. Popo.
"Don't you know?" said Musashi.
"I do but I mean there's others like you. I'm referring to you and others like you could talk about it. Think of it as a support group talking about something of this subject together with someone whose new to this. There are others like you that me and Kami have known for a long time and maybe if you meet others like yourself, you'd feel more comfortable about it." Mr. Popo suggested.
Musashi felt nervous about the idea in mind. He only got goosebumps around his body while blushing deeply from the idea being suggested. It was as if he was afraid. Mr. Popo could sense he was nervous or afraid. He placed a hand on Musashi's chest as if to show a sign of trust and comfort once again.
"You're afraid to do it, are you?" guessed Mr. Popo.
"I'm not...not so good with meeting new people. Very rarely I'd have good encounters with meeting new people. The kindest encounter with anyone I've had was with you and another man." Musashi admitted while blushing deeper at the mentioning of the adult he's talking to. "This other man was a former military officer who served as a Major, now he's someone who educates at a military academy. He given me a backpack, a large water canteen, filled with water, some clean pairs of clothing, some packed up food, and a good looking pair of shoes."
That's when Mr. Popo understood that would explain why Musashi didn't look homeless with his clothing and shoes looking as though they were just purchased days ago.
"Would you feel better talking to anyone about your abilities and learning why you have them if I was with you?" Mr. Popo advised.
That only had Musashi feel a sense of comfort from Mr. Popo. Having the kindly male deity accompany him when he meets and talks with those that Mr. Popo and Kami know who are like Musashi in some way or form made him feel a little better as Musashi embrace him as if glad that he heard some good news. Mr. Popo embraced him back and even planted a kiss to his cheeks and forehead with his big, soft and plump lips.
The boy felt himself blush a deeper shade of red this time when he was kissed by the heavyset male deity who was only showing affection who also rubbed his back slowly with one hand while consoling him of any nervousness, fear and hesitancy of what he was showing fear of.
"If I meet these people and your with me. Just explain everything to them without freaking them out. If they're friends of yours than they must be good people if they know you." Musashi advised.
"You have my word. They've heard shocking news before so they probably won't be too shocked to the system." said Mr. Popo with a word of comfort. "Everything will be alright."
The Fourth Day
At the Lookout. There was a dozen people that were called there by Kami. There was Goku, the leader of the group, his eleven year old son Goku, their friends Krillin, their Namekian friend Piccolo, Goku's brother Vegeta, other friends such as Yamcha, their friend who had three eyes named Tien Shinhan, his friend and comrade Chiaotzu, their blue haired lady Bulma, a heavyset male samurai Yajirobe, Puar, a cat like creature who is a companion of Yamcha, and a short male adult pig named Oolong.
Mr. Popo and Kami informed them about Musashi and his abilities that they've confirmed with them who or what he is and how he was found which they sympathized with Musashi but they haven't met him face to face yet.
"So this Musashi turns out to be another Saiyan?" guessed Goku.
"Affirmative. I saw him exhibit such abilities yet since I had a talk with him about all of you meeting him and talking with him about it along with who he is and his species. He doesn't know much about Saiyans or about us. He's a bit shy and nervous so lets just try and be gentle with him, he's only a child." Mr. Popo informed.
"And you've identified him by appearance?" asked Piccolo.
"Yes." Kami and Mr. Popo answered.
They turned to the temple that they knew Musashi was in and Kami knew that it was time to inform him.
"Musashi, they're here." Kami communicated with Musashi through his mind.
"Musashi! It's alright to come out!" Mr. Popo called out loud.
They waited shortly for him as Musashi came out from the temple and they saw him walk towards him. They saw that Musashi was wearing a pair of tactical, polarized sunglasses that had black frames but red mirrored lenses that covered his eyes. The lenses weren't even see through for them to see his eyes but he could see through them just fine.
Musashi was wearing a green T-shirt with a Japanese ideogram on the front of his shirt that was in white lettering. He had a darker blue color shade of jean pants but the first thing they all noticed was his hair, his really thick, full voluminous, long, curly brown hair that was below his shoulders and really beautiful as having his hair this way suits him. He stopped once he was within over four feet of distance of them.
"When you said he was a child. We expected him to be possibly nine or ten years old. He's a teenager." said Vegeta pointing this out.
Musashi was silent and didn't respond. They were seeing that his sunglasses were covering his eyes and couldn't tell what emotion his eyes were showing.
"He's not much of a talker, is he." said Krillin scratching his head. "That's a lot of hair."
"ArigatÅ." Musashi finally responded.
"Does he even speak English?" said Bulma curiously.
"Affirmative." answered Musashi in English.
This caught them off guard as the dozen of them were under the impression he didn't know any English at first but were glad that he did speak English.
"Musashi, what we've been told is that you're a Saiyan from what Mr. Popo has informed us on. What do you know so far?" asked Piccolo.
He fell silent again as he didn't show it but he was feeling nervous around them or some of them. He felt as though he didn't want to talk to them as his heart raced from nervousness and possible fear.
"You're not in any trouble. We just wanna talk and get your view point on things. Kami has informed us that your adjusting to this new life style and that you are struggling with coming to terms with who you are judging from how you feel about your abilities." said Goku kindly reassuring him. "Kami and Mr. Popo have told us about everything, especially about that thug who was under the influence of a drug. You actually sent that guy sky high?"
"Just like a baseball player knocking the ball out of the park, literally." answered Musashi.
They see that Musashi was showing signs of trusting Goku judging from how he relented from his stoic emotions and expressions when ever Goku spoke to him but he was stoic when ever most of them would speak to him.
"Do you know where your parents are?" Yajirobe asked out of the blue.
The boy shown a sign of cluelessness as he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. They could tell he didn't know and possibly never met his folks nor did he know them at all. This sent a slight sense of guilt to them as they figured that was a personal question that they probably shouldn't have asked so soon.
"Any information on them?" asked Puar.
"Nanimonai." Musashi replied shaking his head once. "Been in an orphanage for a while and I'd rather not go back."
"So you've been on the streets?" said Tien.
"Confirmed." Musashi responded.
"Not a good idea." Chiaotzu pointed out.
Musashi suddenly cracked his knuckles and popped his neck. This shown he was slightly annoyed. Chiaotzu figured that wasn't the right thing to tell him.
"I'm not going back. I wouldn't be able to if I tried." said Musashi sadly.
"We're people hurting you back there?" asked Yamcha.
He fell silent and Musashi knew that they were only curious and only worried about his well-being so he relented and let them know why he didn't want to go back.
"No one's going to adopt a teenager." answered Musashi sadly.
Musashi turned around and had his back to them as he tried to hide his emotions from them as they suddenly sensed they possibly touched a sensitive topic that was something that caused him some emotional pain.
Goku was the first to approach him as he placed a hand on Musashi's shoulder which he instantly turned to face Goku but the spiky haired male adult who was slightly taller than him reached to remove his sunglasses but stopped when Musashi shook his head at his attempts.
"I'm not good with meeting new people without the shades." said Musashi his fear showing.
"No one will judge or harm you. My son Gohan was the same way in a different form and he's not as shy as he used to be." Goku reassured.
Goku's words seemed to be slowly working to reassure Musashi as he slowly removed his sunglasses and revealed his blue eyes to him. Musashi looked away as he felt exposed without his sunglasses at the moment. Goku reassured the teenager that he had nothing to be afraid of if he was to face them without his shades.
"Be gentle with him." Mr. Popo instructed them by communicating with them through their minds.
Goku slowly stepped aside and they all saw Musashi without his sunglasses. His blue eyes were revealed but his cheeks were blushing as they saw the expression on his face shown stoicism with slight hesitancy. Bulma was the first to notice something about his eyes.
"Blue eyes, beautiful how they look." Bulma commented.
Musashi let out a cough that was probably trying to hide a chuckle as he faced them but slightly looked away.
"Which one of them is your son?" asked Musashi.
"Right here." Gohan pointed out.
He looked right at Gohan and noticed the resemblance of both Goku and Gohan.
"He looks just like you." commented Musashi.
Goku and Gohan both looked at one another and knew that Musashi was right. Both of them had a resemblance as they're father and son after all.
"Thanks for noticing." said Gohan.
"You're probably wondering what is a Saiyan." asked Vegeta.
He nodded once and they figured they should tell him.
"Saiyans are of a different race of people that existed on another planet from another universe but the majority of them are extinct. A now deceased warlord known as Frieza had destroyed our planet and the majority of our race. He feared an uprising from our kind becoming strong enough to defeat him, even though his reasons for destroying our home planet and the majority of our kind was done by him for reasons unknown, we believed it had to be some sort of growing conflict. But he didn't count on a few Saiyans being away from the destruction who survived it all. Me and Kakarot are the last original Saiyans, but than he had a son and now he's also a Saiyan, everyone knows him by Goku but I just refer him to Kakarot." explained Vegeta.
Musashi was wide eyed for a moment but looked right at Goku, than back at Vegeta, than at Gohan. This was quite a lot for him to take in. An alien warlord committed a mass genocide of the Saiyan race, battled the remaining of the said race which wasn't easy from the sounds of it, was defeated, and that one of them had gotten married and had a child. This meant he was half human and half of an alien race which explained his powers.
"Is he the leader?" asked Musashi.
Vegeta was slightly caught off guard and shook his head at the question.
"I'm not the leader of the group. That would be Kakarot." Vegeta answered truthfully.
He looked back at Goku in disbelief than back at Vegeta.
"Your not the leader?" said Musashi confused. "But your stoic, looking like a tough guy that no one should mess with."
Vegeta knew that he did look like the sort of person to be the leader of a group of warriors since he was the tough guy sort of person but knew he wasn't the leader of this group of people.
"When ever Kakarot's out of commission, me or Piccolo would stand in." Vegeta further explained.
"Which one of you is Piccolo?" asked Musashi curiously.
"That would be tall, green and muscular over here." Vegeta pointed.
After Vegeta identified Piccolo for Musashi. The younger male Namekian pretended to not be bothered by how Vegeta identified him but he knew that he was right. He was tall, green and quite well built in the body so he couldn't argue with the facts.
"So it's like a tag team." confirmed Musashi.
"A little." said Goku, Piccolo and Vegeta in unison.
Musashi let out a loud hiccup and knew that they were telling the truth with Goku being the leader of the group but when he's unable to fulfill his position for a while, than ether Piccolo or Vegeta takes on the position till Goku returns. He understood.
"You said you have times where you can and can't control your abilities?" said Goku.
"Yes I do." answered Musashi.
"Maybe I could teach you how to have better control over it all. We've trained before and plenty of others have been trained and taught how to have better control over them. It's better to learn how to control them and be trained than it is to be flying blind out there." Goku suggested.
The long haired teenager felt an instant relief to hear Goku suggest the idea and he turned to him as if it was the biggest bit of good news to hear from anyone.
"I'd rather not impose." said Musashi sounding hopeful but slightly hesitant.
"I've trained and taught Gohan and plenty of other people we know, be it friend or family member. This is nothing I can't handle." said Goku showing he was perfectly alright with training him.
Musashi instantly embraced Goku as he was somewhat expecting him to take on the task. Goku placed an arm around him to reassure him that everything will be alright and that he'll have someone or more who can train him to control his abilities. Musashi seemed to be more comfortable around people as kind as Goku, Mr. Popo, Kami or anyone like them.
"Do you have your own way of going full Saiyan? If that's cool of me asking you." asked Goku.
"Only when I'm angry or visualizing something that duplicates the emotion." said Musashi.
"Can you show us?" Goku asked.
"I'm going to need to step back a few feet." Musashi informed.
He removed his arms from Goku and he stepped back at least five feet away and popped his neck twice, cracked his knuckles loudly and he began to visualize someone that he probably remembered was a bully as he visualized the face of a college aged male who was saying something that was making him irate as he shown a stoic face.
"Hey you fucking monkey shit! Are you too stupid to respond or to do what your told by your elders? What are you going to do about this, you little monkey dumbass?"
"Kick some ass." whispered Musashi.
Musashi started to show gold energy waves flashing all around him till his hair turned completely gold. He suddenly let out a loud, realistic lion like roar as this left everyone visibly shaken from how he was able to go super Saiyan.
"This kid must be part lion." Chiaotzu joked.
"How you like me now!" cried Musashi.
He popped his neck again, cracking his knuckles once more. Musashi was making deep and low lion like rumbles from his throat in guttural lion like growls.
"So you use your anger to motivate you in going full Saiyan?" asked Bulma.
"Yes ma'am, I do." answered Musashi.
"Is there anything you can do that you have control over?" asked Vegeta.
"A little bit of a few here and there but some of it I'm not so sure about. I can't even fly." said Musashi admitting a little truth.
"You don't know how to fly?" said Goku and Vegeta in unison.
"No, have you?" asked Musashi.
"Yes!" said Goku and Vegeta in unison.
Musashi's hair turned back to being brown and the gold energy waves around him disappeared which he was a little surprised they could fly but he couldn't. He automatically assumed that some of them knew how to fly. None of them had wings, neither did he.
"You might have a lot to learn from being able to control such power. But not to worry, it'll be alright." said Goku reassuring him.
"The first thing I need to learn is how to fly or I wouldn't be able to travel from here to anywhere." Musashi instructed. "I'd rather stay here with Mr. Popo if that's alright."
They understood that Musashi wanting to learn how to fly first was a good idea since he wouldn't be able to travel on his own if he doesn't know how to fly. But they were curious to why Musashi would rather live with Mr. Popo and Kami which both Musashi and Mr. Popo blushed deeply at the mentioning of that which Kami didn't react but he felt as though it was a good idea and wasn't bothered by Musashi residing with them at the Lookout.
"I'm comfortable with that. We would like for Musashi to be in a stable living environment." Mr. Popo accepted.
"I've accepted it as well." said Kami.
Musashi took off towards Mr. Popo at the speed of light from the looks of it as both Musashi and Mr. Popo both embraced each other in their arms. Both of them seemed to be glad that Musashi was going to be residing with Mr. Popo and Kami at the Lookout and Musashi seemed to be glad for it too. Everyone wasn't too surprised by this but suspected the two have grown fond of each other.
"I see they're happy about this." said Bulma.
"Oh Mrs. Briefs." chuckled Musashi.
They've all grown to accept that Musashi has now become part of Goku and his group of Z fighters. Goku had started to train Musashi in order to help him have better control over his powers, even to use his powers to make better use of them for a good reason. Goku taught Musashi how to defend himself, taught him how to fly, taught him how to do more than what he can do.
Musashi started to get to know Goku, the Z fighters, their friends and their families. He was a little shy at meeting their friends and families at first but once showing they were good people, he started to show he wasn't so afraid of them. He even shown to have a great respect for women when showing to be a gentleman. When he met Chi-Chi, he was a little afraid of her at first as he knew that she was a woman you should never mess with and never mess with her kids, which Chi-Chi had no problem with him at all since he was a complete gentleman around her and never did anything to upset her. Chi-Chi never had an outbursts around him which was surprising to a lot of them.
He found some way to bond with others, even if he was a bit shy at first. But between him and Mr. Popo, both of them seem to grow fond of each other to the point that it was as if Musashi and Mr. Popo have developed feelings for each other. It was only confirmed when ever they held hands, Mr. Popo grew emotionally involved with him, sometimes Mr. Popo had planted his big, plump, soft lips to Musashi's lips, cheeks and forehead. The kissing only made them blush but it was possible that they might be in love with each other. Musashi became part of a family and was never homeless as he's shown to be very intelligent, very strong and a very useful member of the group.