Following our trip to Fire Mountain, my group head out west, towards the final dragon ball.
Yamcha and his furry companion were still following behind us, though I don't think they know that I'm aware of their presence.
"Aarag! And now we're running out of fuel," Oolong muttered, ready to complain about everything as always.
"Hey, Oolong! Is there a city around here or something?"
"I dunno. I've never gone this far," Oolong responded to Bulma's question.
It looks like it's up to me to find a town.
I sniffed the air, trying to pick up any scent that might lead us to a town.
"If we continue down this road, we should encounter a town," I told them while looking at our surroundings.
This massive mushroom forest was an interesting environment, that was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Some of these mushrooms were at least 15 to 20 feet tall. Though there seemed to be a strange lack of wildlife.
"Huh? How do you know that?"
"I can smell it," I told Bulma, as I turned to look at her, "just like how I can smell your body odor from a mile away, you should try and use more soap."
Bulma skipped the being scandalized part of her reaction, and went straight to anger, "How dare you tell a lady she stinks, you hillbilly monkey-boy!"
She then punched me but it didn't hurt, as usual.
"You should learn to be more considerate of others feelings. Don't you know how much it hurts to be called a hillbilly monkey-boy by my oldest friend," I told her that with a smile, "in fact, you might just drive away your only friends with that attitude."
"My only friends!? As if, I have tons of friends. You don't even rank in the top 10," Bulma screamed that at me.
"Really, then why didn't they go with you to find the dragon balls?"
"Because they might try to steal them from me!"
"Bulma, if those around you can't be trusted to not try and steal away your happiness for their own, then they're not your friends," I closed my eyes, while tilting my head to the side, and maintaining my smile, "but don't worry you can trust me."
Bulma sighed and rubbed her head, "I don't know what's worse, your constant lectures, or that I can tell you actually believe what you're selling."
Well, that's an improvement to her hitting me, at least she's listening. Maybe I'll make some tea later and try to teach her how to identify real friends.
Not that I'm any good at that, my previous end proves that.
"Hey, you guys! There's a town up head," the pig shouted, apparently surprised that my nose was correct.
Bulma smiled, "finally, civilization. We're saved!"
We drove into the town that was built around mushrooms. I took a long look at its architecture.
"Hey, Bulma, is that the standard design of all small buildings?" I asked her while pointing at some of the dome shaped buildings that seemed particularly common, in fact they were similar to Bulma's capsule house.
"Yeah," she said with a smile as she looked around the town, "people buy the houses prebuilt from Capsule Corp, and that's the standard design."
I nodded along, taking in as much information as possible, "And Capsule Corp is the corporation responsible for creating capsules, correct?"
"That's right! Capsule Corp is also the world's leader in daily goods, medical supplies, and employs more scientist than any other organization in the world. It is by far the wealthiest business in human history," for some strange reason, Bulma said that with a hint of arrogance.
"Bulma, you make that sound like a good thing," I responded as I covered my face with one of my hands.
"Why wouldn't it be," Bulma asked, sounding genuinely confused.
"If one organization controls most of the world's wealth, then that organization holds the future of the Earth in its hands. In other words, the future of billions of lives will be decided by a small group of the ultra-wealthy, who, at the very best, view those below them are nothing more than peasants in need of their guidance," I responded, honestly stating the opinion I formed after years of fighting the Harweys.
Right after I said that Oolong finally reached a gas station. At the same time, I turned and pretended to dust off my shoulder.
That gave me a chance to spot Yamcha, who was quickly moving to hide behind a nearby house.
I guess now is the time to force Yamcha to join our group, that way he and Bulma still have enough time to fall in love with each other.
There is something I need to investigate first though, "Bulma, Oolong, I'm going to look around town."
"Hey wait! What if we need you!" I heard one of them scream as I jumped out the car.
"You'll be fine," I responded while waving back at my companions.
As I walked, I started to stretch. My stomach started to growl at the same time, but I ignored it.
Right now, I need to figure out what's wrong with this town.
The town itself was clean, with little to no trash on the streets. The buildings were also in good condition, though many of them had to be new Capsule Corp homes.
The people and the atmosphere on the other hand was far worse.
They seemed to jump any time I looked at them. It's like they're scared of something.
And it's the same all across the city, I didn't see a single person smiling even after 30 minutes of searching.
"Hey, mister," I called out to a man who passed by me. He was wearing a turban, and white robes partially covered with a red vest. He was also giant, probably reaching almost 6-feet tall. He had a menacing aura.
The man locked around before responding, "Yes, child."
"I'm traveling with my friends and was wondering if there's any places we should avoid," I asked while doing my best to sound childish.
"You should just leave now, and never return," the man told me, seeming almost desperate.
No, it wasn't desperation, it was something else.
Resignation, this man had given up trying to fight against whatever is terrorizing him.
"Why?"
The man started to shake, as if he was imagining something terrible, "A monster has taken over the town."
"Monster?" I asked, trying to get more information on this monster.
"Yes, a monster in the form of a rabbit," the man placed his hands on his face, he was starting to cry, "that monster killed my friends with a single touch and then ate them."
"Don't worry, everything will be alright," I told the man while patting his leg.
Anger started to build in me, before I crushed it down. Right now, I need to make a plan to deal with this guy.
This monster is a rabbit, most likely like Oolong, can kill with a touch, and is a cannibal.
I don't know the method or limits of this rabbit's power, so it would be better to shoot him down from a range or sneak behind him and assassinate him.
I turned and started to walk away.
"Whe-where are you going?"
"Don't worry, I'm just going to get my friends and get out of town," I lied to the man.
"Good, stay safe," he smiled briefly.
He seemed like a good man, I turned and walked away from the random citizen.
On my way back to Bulma and Oolong, my nose started to twitch. I smelt someone, who smelled like carrots. It had a very faint magical undercurrent.
It is very likely that this smell is coming from someone related to that monster rabbit. This could be a very good chance to gather intel.
My eyes widen as I realized something.
Wait? Isn't that in Bulma's direction!
I quickly moved and climbed up one of the giant mushrooms, that were interspersed across the town.
Applying reinforcement to my eyes allowed me to clearly see Bulma.
The good news was that Yamcha was standing next to her, so that's one step towards that goal.
Though Yamcha seemed to only be able to stand next to Bulma, due to the people standing across from them.
Two of them were men in strange uniforms. The uniform had a rabbit over the left side of their chest, goggles, one armband around their left-arm, and boney ears. They looked like they had been beaten up.
They didn't seem that strong if anything they seemed really weak. It would probably take several of them to beat even a single Yamcha.
The more dangerous one was the one standing next to a strange bunny car.
It looked to be a bunny person, with one ear bent, he was wearing sunglasses. He was very short, but I could tell that he was the one releasing the carrot-like magical energy. He must be the rabbit monster.
I jumped off the mushroom onto a nearby roof, running towards my companions.
"Trace On," my body start to heat up, as magical energy started to run through my magic circuits.
Blue motes of light formed in my hands, as two nails materialized.
I reinforced my ears so that I could hear what they were saying.
"So, that's the head rabbit?" Bulma said while covering her mouth.
"Am I supposed to be scared of him, he's pathetic," I heard from Oolong, who was probably the weakest person there.
Yamcha meanwhile had tunnel vision and was only focused on the rabbit, "Don't let him touch you."
I see, I was right. That guy is the monster that kills and eats people.
As soon as I was in range, I took one of the nails and threw it as hard as I could, piercing the rabbit's hand while also pinning him to a wall.
Using the other nail and chain, I threw it around Yamcha and Bulma, tying them together. I then pulled them back into the car.
"Wh- Wh -Wh," Yamcha said, his face red from embarrassment at being tied face to face with Bulma.
Bulma's reaction seemed to be more mixed, on one hand she was surprised at suddenly being tied up, and angered at being dragged into the car. But on the other hand, she seemed fine with her close position to Yamcha.
A smile formed on my face.
It looks like I was right, those two would make a nice couple.
I jumped off the rooftops and landed next to the gas station.
"Oww Oww," the rabbit cried as he tried to pull the dagger out of his hand but couldn't.
"Boss!" the goons yelled out while running towards their boss.
"Oolong, can you catch me up to speed on what I missed."
"What! You attacked someone without even knowing what they did?" Oolong looked shocked.
"I heard from the townspeople that there was a murderous cannibal rabbit on the loose, that can kill with a single touch. I decided to not take chances."
"Cannibal?" Oolong looked scared, as he glanced back at the whimpering rabbit.
"Yes, so unless you have a holy hand grenade, I recommend you let me handle this."
Yamcha's blue furry companion, Puar, meanwhile was panicking over the body of her best friend, "Just hang in there Yamcha, I'll get you out!"
Puar tried to pull on the chain, but was unable to move them, "Let Yamcha go, you jerk!"
"No," I responded simply before walking in the direction of the rabbit.
"Stay back," one of the bunny-eared men screamed, "or he'll turn you into a carrot."
I blinked at the chose of the words. Carrot. Does he somehow turn people into carrots with his touch? Then eats them?
Its best to not take any chances.
The other bunny-eared man attacked me, I grabbed his arm before he could grab his gun and knocked him out with a single punch.
I grabbed his gun and undid the safety. This way I don't have to use my magecraft in front of them.
"Hey, let's talk about this," the rabbit said with a panicking voice, I continued to aim my gun at him.
"No please wait! I don't want to die!"
I pulled the trigger and shot his left hand, blowing it off his arm. He started to scream.
At that point, his other goon tried to run but I threw the gun at him, with enough force to knock him out.
Grabbing the chain attached to the nail in his right hand, I pulled it up and destroyed that hand too.
"What! What! AAHAHAAH," the rabbit screamed, it was impressive that he was still awake.
I started to walk away. This rabbit will probably pass out soon, and then he'll be judged by the people of this town for his crimes.
And without his hands, he won't be able to use his powers. Meaning he'll have no way to avoid justice, as I doubt, he knows any martial arts.
Though, I wish there were a way to solve this without violence, but I'm not that naïve.
"Um, Kakarot," Oolong said, hesitantly as I approached, "you have something on your face."
He pointed at a spot on his face, and I wipe off that area. It seems that I got some of the rabbit's blood on me when I pulled Rider's nail out of his hands.
"Thanks."
"Hey, Kakarot! Untie me," Bulma asked, apparently over being tied to Yamcha, who was trying his best to control his reaction.
"Sure," I responded and walked over and untied them.
I grabbed Yamcha before he could run, "Hey, Yamcha, what were you doing with Bulma?"
Bulma was the one who responded, "He valiantly saved me from those bunny-eared goons, while you were screwing around."
Bulma said that while looking at the two knocked out bunny-eared guys, and their boss who finally lost conscious.
I'm surprised by how well she's taking the way I dealt with the criminals. Even if it was the most correct path, many people would say it wasn't the right one.
"Oh, that, I happened to be in the area, by total coincidence!" he started to laugh nervously, "And I couldn't just sit back while those men attacked a girl, right?"
He tried to struggle out of my grip, but I was too strong, "well, since you're here, how about you join us?"
"Yeah!" Bulma said jumping up and rubbing her cheek against Yamcha with a smile.
Yamcha's eyes widened, his eyebrows shooting up.
"Good, we're happy to have you," I said before Yamcha had a chance to ruin this chance, and I then pushed him into the car.
"Ya-Yamcha!" Puar followed his friend into the car, she seemed lost, as if she was overwhelmed.
I then called out form my flying companion, "Flying Nimbus!"
In an instant, the cloud appeared out of the sky.
It stopped at my side; I could sense happiness coming from it.
I jumped on the Nimbus, and patted it, "thanks for the ride."
"Let's get going, Oolong."
"Sure."
Oolong pressed on the gas petal. Driving out of the gas station. I flew next to them, sitting on top of the Nimbus.
At the same time, people started to look outside. I saw some of the people's reactions to that random rabbit.
Some were scared, they were afraid of something that could easily defeat the being that had been controlling them.
Some seemed vengeful, they wanted revenge for how they were treated.
And some were smiling, relieved that the monster that was terrorizing them was defeated.
Seeing their smiles caused my smile to grow even more.
Unfortunately, I soon lost sight of the townspeople, but that was ok.
I was already satisfied. I know I was right.
Our little ragtag team continued our journey to find the last dragon ball.
"Bulma, I've been wondering, what's the point of this quest? What are these balls supposed to do?" Oolong ask Bulma.
I blinked as I heard his question, before sighing.
"I never told you?" Bulma said that before smiling and placing her hands on her face, "these dragon balls will help me get the ultimate boyfriend."
"How'll they do that?"
"The dragon balls posses the ability to grant wishes, so I'm going to ask for the perfect boyfriend!"
Oolong, Yamcha, and Puar all looked shocked at that.
"What! Are you tell me that I've been risking my life so that you can have a boyfriend?! Kakarot, did you know about this?" Oolong asked while turning to look at me, on my cloud.
"Of course, though I am completely against the wish," I responded.
"Then why are you helping her?"
"I'm hoping to convince her that to not make the wish," I said while shrugging, "and if I fail, at least her wish isn't evil."
"What is your perfect boyfriend?" Puar asked.
Bulma looked up from her daydreaming, "my prince charming is going to be handsome, do whatever I ask them, and wait on me hand and foot."
"You know, there's no prince like that," I responded before yawning.
"And what would you know about princes?" Bulma growled at me.
A smile formed on my face, as I thought about the only member of royalty I've ever meet.
"Royalty are fools, who'll come into your home, eat all your food and then beat you up. And don't even get me started on their pride," though messing with Saber's pride always had cute results.
At least until our next training session.
"Clearly you don't know a thing about princes. Princes are graceful, kind, and handsome."
I just sighed at Bulma's emphasis on appearances.
"Believe what you want," I told her, "I just feel bad for your future boyfriend."
"Achoo," sneezed the miniature Prince of All Saiyans, who then wiped his nose.
"Are you alright Prince Vegeta?" The balding saiyan asked his prince.
"Of course, you fool, a little cold is nothing to The Prince of All Saiyans," growled Prince Vegeta, "how long till we get to planet Octo, I'm suddenly in the mood for slaughter."
"We should arrive within the hour, Prince Vegeta," responded Raditz, "but, Prince Vegeta, we could always join Cooler's conquest of West Galaxy, if you're in the mood to kill."
"Shut up, Raditz. I have to take my rightful place as ruler of this galaxy before worrying about other galaxies," Vegeta angrily spat out.
"Ye- Yes, sir," the low class saiyan responded.
Vegeta barely controlled his anger. For some reason he felt like his pride had be insult.
Nimbus pulled itself away from the car, as Bulma tried to jump out of it and hit me.
"Be careful or you might fall out the car," I sarcastically smiled at her.
"Bu- Bulma, please stop," Yamcha said while holding her in the car, "Kakarot, please just apologize to her!"
"Fine, Bulma, I'm sorry," I told her with a serious face.
"Really, then why are you wagging your tail!"
Oh.
I looked around at my tail, "traitor."
I then consciously stopped wagging my tail. I then turned and looked at Bulma, but as I did so, I noticed something behind her.
"Oolong, swerve, Missile!" I managed to shout, as the Nimbus quickly pulled up.
Oolong didn't swerve, instead he just turned to look at the direction the missile was coming from with wide eyes.
The missile hit the side of the truck, launching its occupants out of the car.
Bulma ended up landing on Yamcha, while Puar ended up using Oolong as a cushion.
They were all ok
I jumped off the Flying Nimbus, and quickly grabbed the suitcase with dragon balls in it.
Out of nowhere came a giant robot, it was flying using a jet engine at its bottom. One of its arms was a cannon, and the other one was a claw hand.
"What do you want," I asked the man in the robot.
It looked to be a dog-human in some sort of ninja outfit.
"Isn't it obvious, you chumps! Give us the dragon balls, and I'll spare you."
"Why?" I asked while putting my hand on my forehead. Why can't anything be easy.
"For the benefit of the great Emperor Pilaf!"
"I wasn't asking you why," I told the suited dog, "and no, I won't give you our dragon balls."
"Then prepared to die."
The suit was surprising fast, I only barely managed to dodge its first attack. I quickly used reinforcement, allowing me to quickly back away from the robot.
This might be kind of fun after all.
"Kakarot!" screamed Yamcha, as he quickly got up to help me.
"Yamcha, watch the others," I screamed at him while throwing him the dragonballs.
Yamcha should be strong enough to watch the others, while I deal with this iron man.
The man in the suit fired a rocket at me, but I managed to dodge it, "Trace On."
Two smaller versions of Kanshou and Bakuya appeared in my hands. I took the fun-sized version of my blades and aimed at the robot's legs. But the robot activated its rocket before I managed to hit it.
"What's with this kid!" I heard the dog shout.
I went to throw my blades at the robot, but an attack registered in my mind's eye.
Turning around quickly, I blocked a rocket fired at me from afar. The missile hit my blades, exploding on contact.
I was thrown several meters back; my clothing was slightly ripped. My weapons were slightly chipped by the missile.
I quickly looked at where the missile was fired from, only to see a woman with black hair running from that spot.
The dog in the suit was running away.
My face scrunched up, annoyed. The woman who fired the missile was too far away from me to track, and the dog had flown away. Both were heading west.
"Kakarot!" Bulma screamed, "why didn't you follow that guy?"
"I can't fly," I told her as I released my projections.
It seems like I won't be able to keep that ability hidden from them anymore.
"Then why didn't you get on your Nimbus."
"Oh," I said blinking, "I forgot. I guess I'm not completely use to having the ability to fly."
I let out a laugh while rubbing the back of my head in embarrassment, "at least we still have the dragon balls."
Luckily, Bulma just sighed and turned around, "at least we still have the dragon balls."
"Yeah, they're all still here," Yamcha said while checking the dragon balls.
"Good job, Yamcha," I told him, "Bulma, can I have the dragon radar."
"Why do you need it?"
"Those guys must have the last dragon ball, so I'll use it to track them," I commented while jumping on the Nimbus.
"Wait, Kakarot, let me come," Yamcha valiantly spoke, "it might be too dangerous for you alone."
"No, you need to stay here and watch the others."
"Fine, go by yourself," Bulma cut in, while throwing me the dragon radar, "but be careful."
"Don't worry about me," I stated, before crossing my arms and smirking, "you kids don't have to much fun while I'm gone."
Bulma quickly shot a glance at Yamcha, who was blushing at what I was implying.
Hopefully, their relationship will develop by the time I get back.
"Let's go Nimbus!" I shouted as I flew away, in the direction of the last dragon ball.
It didn't take long for me to reach a castle, with a satellite on its top.
I sat on top of Nimbus, thinking about what the best route to enter the castle could be.
It would be stupid to enter through the entrance.
I could trace an anti-fortress noble phantasm and just blow up the castle. But there might be innocents in the castle, and the attackers might not deserve death.
"What do you think, Nimbus-chan?"
Nimbus just shook.
"No, we can't just fly away," I told the cloud, "but don't worry, I'll wrap this up quickly."
Looking over the castle, the leadership is most likely in the room connected to the satellite.
If not, then I can work my way down.
I sent my instructions to Nimbus-chan, and we descended to one of the windows.
"Thank you," I said before kicking through the window.
"What!" yelled a short blue impish man. He was wearing a blue and red hat with a red star in the middle. His ears were pointed.
"Him again!" Shouted the dog, who was grabbing on to the woman.
"How'd he get up here?!" the woman shouted.
I landed on the tile floor and took note of my surroundings.
Most of the room was barren except for the series of computer screens on one wall. There also seemed to be a big screen with a map being displayed, there was seven blinking dots on it. I guess that's their version of the dragon radar.
"I jumped," I answered the woman's question casually.
"Mai, Shu! How could yet let this monkey boy sneak up on us!" shouted the blue imp, causing the other two to look guilty.
He might be the leader given the way he talked and how the other two reacted to his screams.
"We're sorry, sir," the dog, most likely Shu, responded to his boss.
"It won't happen again, Emperor Pilaf," Mai told her boss with a serious look on her face. She most be the loyal type.
Though, I don't know what this Pilaf has done to earn such loyalty.
"I see," I said while getting ready to fight at any moment, "so you're the one who attacked me and my friends, Pilaf."
"That's emperor to you!" he shouted, "now give us the other dragon balls and will let you live!"
I rose one of my eyebrows at his proclamation.
In this scenario, I'm the one in power, and they should now that. Especially, since I forced his to henchmen to retreat when they not only had the element of surprise, but also had a special robot suit.
"Do you mind if I ask why you need the dragon balls?" I asked him, on the off chance that he wishes to use them for good.
"Isn't it obvious! I'm going to wish for world domination!" the blue monster started to laugh.
"That's right, no one is more worthy to rule the world then Emperor Pilaf," the serious woman declared.
"And what do you plan to do after you ruled the world," I asked Pilaf.
"huh, what kind of silly question is that? I'm going to rule the world," Pilaf responded with a confused look on his face.
"No, you misunderstand," I said while shaking my head, "what are you going to do after the world is in your hands? Are you going to rule justly? Make everyone worship you? Or maybe force everyone into slavery?"
I asked that, interested in their answer, despite the fact I have no intention of letting them take over the world.
"Enslave everyone?!" Shu responded while hiding behind his companion.
"He's really a monster," Mai responded with terror in her eyes.
"We truly are dealing with a sinister creature beyond our wildest expectations," Pilaf said, having joined Shu in hiding behind Mai, "all I want is for people to listen to me!"
He really is a child in both size and mind. His two henchmen aren't that far behind, too.
He fails to understand the duty and burden that would come with ruling. What he seeks is the benefits with none of the responsibilities attached.
"Let's end this peacefully, give me your dragon ball," I told them, as their worried expressions made me feel bad, "we both know you can't beat me, in fact I could probably kill all of you with easy."
"Really?! Then why don't you," Pilaf screamed, readying himself to run.
"Because I don't like killing to achieve my goals, especially when its unnecessary," I said while closing my eyes and sighing, before suddenly glaring at them with steeled eyes, "but there are methods I could use that don't involve killing. And know this, I will kill if needed."
I told them that, hoping that they had been watching my party while I was fighting the rabbit guy.
The way they started shaking after I said that shows that they might have. At the very least they understand that I'm serious.
"I don't think we can beat him!"
"Sir, what do we do?"
"I – I don't know, you fool!" the blue man shouted as he started to panic, "wait, that's it!"
I just stared at him, prepared to react with any scheme he might come up with.
"You wait right here, kid!" Pilaf said while laughing, "we'll go grab the dragon ball for you."
"Fine by me," I said while strolling over to Pilaf and putting my arm around his neck, "but would you mind staying with me, I might get lonely all alone up here."
"I- I can't," Pilaf stuttered, "I left the dragon ball in my underwear drawer, and I don't want girls in there, you know!"
"If your worried about Mai seeing your underwear, then just send Shu," I said while bringing him closer to me, "unless that's not the real issue, and you were trying to run."
"No, I wasn't," he said while struggling in my grip, "Shu, go get the dragon ball!"
"Very good," I said while maintaining my hold on him.
It didn't take long for Shu to come running back as fast as possible, "Here it is!"
I released Pilaf as soon as I saw the dragon ball, and then walked over and grabbed it from the box it was being carried in. I could tell from its appearance, and the familiar magic it was giving off, it was indeed the dragon ball.
"Thank you!" I said with a smile on my face while walking back to the window I jumped through, "see how painless that was, you should try peaceful solutions more often."
With that, I jumped out the window and landed on my Flying Nimbus. And quickly flew away before they had the chance to try anything.
Now, we just need to make a wish before they come up with a counterattack, or someone else tries to steal the dragon balls.
Luckily, I didn't take long to reach my companions, who were in the same place that I left them.
It seems Bulma and Yamcha were actively talking, a huge improvement. Now, it should only take the right words to push them together.
Then, I can make the wish I want.
I flew down on Nimbus to meet them.
"Did you get the last dragon ball?" Bulma asked, and in response I pulled out the dragon ball I got from the Pilaf gang.
"Yippie!" Bulma screamed, "the perfect boyfriend is mine!"
Yamcha meanwhile looked like he was thinking about stealing the dragon balls, probably to wish away his trouble with women, without realizing how far he's come due to his interactions with Bulma.
Puar looked ready to help Yamcha, no matter what he decided to do, while Oolong look like he couldn't care less.
"But Bulma, why should we waste a wish on something you already have?" I asked her, while trying to play as dumb as possible.
Bulma blinked, while she took in what I said, before looking at Yamcha. I could tell from my experience with woman, that she was judging him.
It seems Yamcha's good looks won out in the end, as Bulma ran at Yamcha. Yamcha, decided to reciprocate her action, and grabbed her hands. They started to dance, while Puar cheered them on.
Oolong meanwhile looked miserable, "well, no what are we going to wish for?"
"Isn't it obvious," Bulma said while breaking away from her and Yamcha's dance, "A lifetimes supply of strawberries!"
"Hey, Bulma, you already got your boyfriend, Yamcha's gotten a girlfriend, Puar is happy for Yamcha, and Oolong's learned to be a better person. Don't you think its fair for me to get the wish?"
"But I thought you didn't like the dragon balls!?" She shouted at me.
"What do you mean by better person!"
"I don't but there's still something I want to ask the dragon," I responded, trying to put on as much of a pout as possible. While also ignoring the pig.
"Well, what is it," she asked with an annoyed expression.
"You're going to have to see for yourself," I said, knowing that Bulma wouldn't approve of my wish.
"Fine!" Bulma relented after a stare off between us, "but you're going to help me get regather the dragon balls next time they activate."
"Deal," I responded, while jumping off Nimbus, "so how do we summon the dragon?"
"We need to put all seven together and the say the ritual words. Then the Eternal Dragon will come forth."
I nodded while removing the four-star ball from my back pocket, and placed it, along with Pilaf's ball, with the others.
After that, I quickly joined the others, who were standing several yards away from the dragon balls.
We all looked at Bulma to say the words, and after a second, she did.
"Eternal Dragon, come forth and grant my wish!" Bulma said this with a shout.
At that moment, I felt a massive amount of magical be released into the air. The sky around us began to darken, and the dragon balls began to glow as bright as the sun.
And then, in a flash of light, the Eternal Dragon appeared.
It was a long green dragon, with red eye's and had what appeared to be two horns growing gout its head.
The amount of magical energy it was giving off was truly immeasurable, not only in its quantity, but its purity.
"Reflect upon your desires, mortals. For I shall grant any wish. But only one," the eternal dragon spoke, its voice deep and booming.
The others looked at me wondering what I was going to wish for, "Eternal Dragon, my wish is for you to not grant evil wishes!"
I shouted my wish. Hoping that a dragon as powerful as this one would understand and fulfill my wish.
The others looked at me like I was insane for making that wish. After all, who in their right mind would turn down the ability to get any wish they want granted.
"An unorthodox wish, but it shall be done. From here on, I won't grant any wishes born of evil. Now I bid you farewell."
At that the eternal dragon disappeared, and the sky returned to normal. The dragon balls scattered themselves across the world.
A smile formed on my face, now I don't have to worry about the dragon balls being used for evil. Though I'm still going to keep one with me just in case.
"Are you kidding me!" Bulma roared, "I gave up my lifetime supply of strawberries so that you could wish for nothing!"
"Not nothing," I said while staring at Bulma, who was being held back by Yamcha, "I just made sure that no one could used them for evil things, like taking over the world. Besides, like I agreed to earlier, I'll help you get your strawberries so calm down."
Bulma struggled for a few more moments, before calming down in defeat, "fine."
"So, what know," Oolong asked, "do we go our separate ways?"
Bulma perked up again, "You guys can come to the city and stay with me, I have more than enough space at my place. Yamcha," she specifically called out Yamcha at the end there.
"Yeah, of course," Yamcha said while rubbing the back of his head.
"And wherever Yamcha goes, I go," Puar said while floating next to his friend.
"Oolong?"
"Are there lots of cute girls there?"
"Yeah, but none of them will be into a perv like you."
"You should have stopped at Yeah! I'm in!" Oolong shouted at the top of his longs.
"Kakarot."
I looked at her happy face, and I smiled back. Its good that we can still be friends despite how much she tries to hit me.
But I can't go with her on this, "Sorry, but I have to grow stronger. I won't be able to fulfill my dream as I am. I think I'll talk to Grandpa Gohan about training with that Master Roshi guy that he told me about."
Yamcha's eyes lit up when I mentioned Gohan, "Wait! When you saw Grandpa Gohan, are you talking about the Gohan the supreme martial artist!"
I took a step back at Yamcha's yelling, "Yeah, I guess. I think Grandpa said people called him that at one point."
"No wonder you're so strong. I wish I could meet him," Yamcha said that with a wide-eyed look. He clearly respected Gohan.
"I'm heading back home to talk to him about that Master Roshi guy, so you can join me if you want," I offered.
"Of course, I want to," Yamcha agreed, before looking at Bulma, "if its ok with you?"
Bulma just sighed, "I'm in, though he didn't seem like that big of a deal when I meet him."
Yamcha pulled out a capsule and threw it, it turned into a plane big enough to seat all of us, "Come on, let's not keep wasting daylight!"
Well… Yamcha seemed to be in good spirit.
I and the others moved to get into Yamcha's ship when I felt a hint of jealous from somewhere.
It almost felt like I was caught cheating.
There is only one reason, I can think of, that I'm feeling this right now.
"Flying Nimbus!" I shouted, and the cloud came out of the sky.
"Hey Kakarot, are you not going to fly with us?"
"It might be tight squeeze for all of us to fit in there, so I'll just take my Nimbus," I said as I jumped on the Nimbus.
"Ok, but I'll be following you," Yamcha called out as the window on his ship closed.
Once Yamcha turned on his shup, we set off to Mount Paozu.
The Flying Nimbus giving me the metaphorical side-eye the entire way.
It didn't take us long to arrive at Mount Paozu, arriving by nightfall.
It was when I first laid eyes on Mount Paozu, that I realized how much easier this whole quest would have been if Bulma had just bothered to pack a plane.
"Hey, Grandpa," I shouted as I came down to ground level.
Grandpa Gohan jumped in shock, not having expected me to come back by air, "Hey there Kakarot, did everything goal well?"
"Mostly, Bulma ran into a boy named Yamcha and fell in love. So, she didn't use the dragon balls."
"What did y'all do with the dragon balls then," Grandpa Gohan asked with a little bit of excitement.
"I wished that they couldn't be used for evil," I responded while jumping off the flying Nimbus, "anyway, Yamcha apparently knows about you and wants to meet you."
I then pointed to Yamcha's ship as it landed near us.
"Did you bring any of Bulma's cute friends back with you?"
I sighed, "No."
"Make sure to next time," he quietly said to me, before moving to say hello to our guests.
"Hello, my name is Gohan," Grandpa Gohan said as an introduction to Yamcha, Puar, and Oolong. All three having just managed to get out Yamcha's plane.
Yamcha looked over Grandpa Gohan, before bowing in respect, "It seems that its true, your Gohan the supreme martial artist, right?"
"That's what some people call me, though you can just call me Gohan," he said with a laugh.
"No, there's no way I could show someone as legendary as you such disrespect, Mr. Gohan."
Grandpa Gohan just laughed, "well, call me want you want then, Kakarot sure does. Anyway, are you just here for dinner, or would you like to spar?"
"If it wouldn't be to much trouble, though I should wear you, I'm very strong," Yamcha said that with an arrogant smirk on his face.
"Yeah, you can do it Yamcha!" Puar cheered.
"This seems like a real lose-lose situation to me," Oolong said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bulma asked Oolong.
"If Yamcha wins, then he beat up an old man. If he loses then he got beat up by an old man. Either way, he doesn't come out on top."
"Kakarot," Grandpa Gohan called out to me, "I've been gathering a lot of cooking ingredients for when you get back. Why don't you cook us something while I have a spar with your friend?"
"Yes, sir," I responded before moving towards the smell of food.
Grandpa Gohan and the others talked for a while, while I was preparing a dinner for everyone.
Grandpa Gohan decided to start the spar with Yamcha, right before I was done cooking.
"Is this far enough back?" Yamcha asked as he stared down Grandpa Gohan. I was on one side cooking, while the other were on the other side cheering Yamcha on.
Not that it would help him.
"Yeah, that's fine," Grandpa said as he looked at Yamcha, who was several feet away from him.
Grandpa Gohan got into his battle position as Yamcha did the same.
"You can go first, youngster."
"Are you sure, you might regret it," Yamcha said with a smirk.
"I'm sure."
At that Yamcha lunged towards Grandpa Gohan, who effortlessly blocked Yamcha's attacks.
Yamcha's style seems to rely on quick jabs that don't have that much power behind them. But this fighting style allows him to probe his enemy for weaknesses, retreat quickly if needed, and can be used to overwhelm the opponent through the sheer number of strikes.
The issue is that Grandpa Gohan is not only far more skilled than Yamcha, but stronger.
The skill gap between the two is immense. I can tell because I've grown skill enough, in this life, to measure someone's martial arts ability, at least when they're weaker than me.
And I know that if Grandpa Gohan is still more skilled than me, even after all the training I've done with him, then Yamcha doesn't stand a chance.
Yamcha tried to kick Gohan off his feet with a sweeping kick, aimed at his leg, but Grandpa Gohan simply jumped out the way. He was still smiling and had his hands behind his back. He clearly wasn't trying.
"You almost got me there!" Grandpa Gohan laughed.
Yamcha just growled before jumping back, without saying anything, Yamcha took a breath. He focused his body and tensed his muscles, after a moment he screamed, "Wolf Fang Fist!"
Yamcha seemed to grow even faster than before, his attacks as fast as the wind.
I quickly glanced at the others to see their reactions. It was clear that they were able to follow Yamcha's moves, but only barely.
Yamcha tried to aim for Grandpa Gohan's shoulders, but he easily dodged the attacks.
Realizing that his current mode of attack wasn't going to work, a winded Yamcha decided to change the area he was aiming for.
He tried to go under, and hit Grandpa Gohan's chin with an upper cut, but at that moment, Grandpa Gohan finally decided to go on the offensive.
Gohan rolled past the punch and kicked Yamcha in his exposed stomach, the force of which being enough to send Yamcha flying.
"Oh no, Yamcha!" Puar screamed.
"You have great potential, Yamcha, surpassing even my own," Grandpa Gohan said with a serious expression, "but we can talk more about that over dinner. Kakarot, is dinner ready?"
"Yeah, dinner's finished," I said as I finished cooking enough food for a small army.
I probably should have cooked slower though, so Yamcha would have had more time to spar with Grandpa Gohan.
"I'll have a double please," a dazed Yamcha said out loud, clearly not all there.
After that, I quickly divided the food amongst my companions.
We were seated in a circle around the fire I used to cook dinner. I made sure to sit with back against the full moon.
Yamcha was sitting next to Bulma, still coping with his utter loss. He must of knew he was weaker than Grandpa Gohan, but not by how much.
Puar was on the other side of Yamcha and was bickering with Oolong, who was sitting across from him.
Grandpa Gohan was smiling, laughing at everyone else.
As I was eating my food, I couldn't help but smile. Looking at everyone having a good time, enjoying themselves. It means more to me than words can describe.
Part of me thought that I would never have relationships like this again. That I would never again have friends who laugh and smile with me. Friends, who enjoy my cooking and accept my presence.
All my past friends, either died or betrayed me.
"Kakarot," Grandpa Gohan called out to me, causing me to look up at him, "what do you plan on doing now?"
I shook my head, "I need to get stronger, so I was hoping to go train under that Master Roshi you mentioned."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it. And what about you, Yamcha?"
"Huh, what about me?"
"I said it earlier Yamcha, but you might not have heard me. Your potential, just like Kakarot's, is greater than mine. It would be a shame to waste it."
"Really," Yamcha said blushing at the complement, before looking at Bulma, "but I can't leave Bulma."
"Why don't we have Bulma get you a cellphone, that way the two of you can talk with each other," I suggest, before turning to convince Bulma, "and having Yamcha train would keep him far away from other girls."
"Also, its not like you can't visit him," Grandpa Gohan said, clearly intent on having Yamcha go training with Master Roshi.
Bulma looked pleased at the idea of keeping Yamcha from other girls, while being able to stay in connect with him, "you can go, Yamcha!"
"Really, thanks!" Yamcha said with a smile on face, before looking at Grandpa, "I think I'll join Kakarot in training under Master Roshi."
I quickly hid the fact that might smile grew when Yamcha agreed to come by quickly biting down another fist full of food.
Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough, and Grandpa Gohan noticed it, "It seems that Kakarot has really taken to your company. That's good, he needs more friends his age."
I just looked away, while he laughed.
"Makes sense, given how far out y'all live," Oolong said while pigging out on his dinner, "how did you two meet anyway?"
Grandpa Gohan sent me a glance, the message clear, 'What do you want to?"
I just shrugged, its not like they'll believe my true origin. And that's not factoring in the reincarnation thing I haven't even told Gohan about.
With a smirk on my face, I leaned forward, "Do you really want to know?"
At the question, all my friends seem to lean in.
"Of course, we want to know, your clearly not normal!"
"Yeah, and what kind of name is Kakarot anyway?! "
"And why do you have a tail?"
I- I didn't realize how interested they were in my origin.
With a laugh, I decided to tell the truth, "I'm actually a space alien, from a distant world, that ended up on earth about 10 years ago. My race was known as the Saiyans, who were used as a fighting force by this guy named Frieza, who decided to kill us all. Dad, realizing this, convinced Mom to send sneak me off world through a stolen ship. Dad said he would come and get me if he was wrong, he hasn't, leading me to assume that Frieza was in fact planning on eliminating the saiyans and has gone through with it."
I hid the dark emotions that were building up inside me behind an expressionless mask. The fur on my tail was slightly fluffed out in anger.
Bulma was the first to start laughing, followed by Yamcha, Oolong, and the Puar.
"You almost had me there, Kid," Bulma said while almost following over in laughter.
"Everyone knows aliens aren't real, Kakarot!" Yamcha said while laughing, as Puar and Oolong laughing even harder.
I just laughed in response, "Believe what you want, Yamcha, it's not my job to convince you."
"Yeah, Yamcha, aliens are real!" Bulma unexpectedly added in, "I know one."
All of us, even myself and Grandpa Gohan, looked at her incredulously.
"Stop looking at me like I'm crazy!" She shouted at us, "his name is Jaco, and he crashed on earth a little over ten years ago."
"And how'd you meet him?"
"It's a long story, but he became friends with my sister, and this old guy. I repaired his ship and he left soon after."
"Yeah, and what was this spaceman doing near earth? Was he trying to steal our water or something?" Oolong asked before laughing.
"No, he was a member of this organization called Galactic Patrol, its their job to protect the galaxy from dangerous threats. He was near Earth because he was on a mission."
"And what was the mission?" I tentatively asked.
"It was to hunt down a dangerous alien that was coming to Earth, but it ended up being a false alarm."
"Well, that's good. Assuming Bulma's telling the truth," Yamcha said with a laugh, before getting hit in the side by Bulma.
Assuming Bulma's telling the truth, could that dangerous Alien have been me?
Either way, the name Galactic Patrol is something that I'll need to remember.
"Grandpa Gohan, can you tell us more about this Master Roshi?" I asked him in an attempt to change the conversation before any of them connect my story, and Bulma's.
Grandpa Gohan nodded quickly, understanding my feelings, "Master Roshi is an ancient master that is said to have been granted immortality through the fountain of youth. He is said to be over 300 years old and to have fought in the Piccolo War."
"Piccolo War?" I asked, not having heard of that.
Bulma laughed, "The Piccolo War is an ancient war that is said to have happened hundreds of years ago against the Demon King Piccolo. Most people consider it a myth."
The chance of this war just being a myth is unlikely. Myths don't just spring up out of nowhere.
"Well, whatever you believe, Master Roshi is one of the strongest people alive, and has trained countless people in the way of the turtle hermit."
Me and Bulma blinked and looked at each other at the same time at the mention of the turtle hermit.
"Grandpa, would this man happen to be a pervert that wears a giant turtle shell, and walk around with a wooden cane?"
"And have a stupid white beard?" Bulma finished.
"Well, I wouldn't call him a pervert, but the rest of what you said perfectly describes him. Did you happen to meet him?"
"Yes, Grandpa, he was the on who gave me the Flying Nimbus, and he had one of the dragon balls."
"Well, that's good," Grandpa Gohan said with a smile, as he finished eating, "it will be easier to get him to teach you, if he's already meet you, but you might need something to grease the old wheels."
Grandpa Gohan got up and went into our house.
"No wonder your Grandpa's a pervert, Kakarot," Bulma said with a tick mark on her forehead, "Yamcha, you better not become one!"
"Don't worry about me, Bulma! The Yamcha would never give into sinful thoughts," Yamcha said with as much confidence as he could.
The smile I had earlier returned, Yamcha really has gotten of his fear of women, at least in regards to Bulma.
Grandpa Gohan came back out soon after, with two magazine shaped boxes, wrapped in decorative wrapping paper, "Yamcha, Kakarot, give these to Master Roshi, and I know he'll take you two as his students."
"Wow, thank you, Mr. Gohan, I don't know to repay you," Yamcha said as he took the gift from Grandpa Gohan.
"Well, I do," Grandpa said, before whispering in Yamcha's ear, causing him to blush.
"No way!" Yamcha shouted.
"Well, it was worth the try," Grandpa said before laughing.
I scowled at him, knowing what he probably said to Yamcha.
My scowl didn't lessen as I took the box from him, causing him to laugh while rubbing the back of his head.
Bulma yawned before I could berate Grandpa Gohan, causing me to look over at her. It seems she had finished eating too, along with everyone else.
"That's it for me," yawned Bulma, as she reached into her capsule container and pulled out her home capsule.
"Me too," yawned Yamcha soon after, "I think I'll be joining you."
"Yamcha!" Puar screamed, scandalized.
It took a moment before Yamcha realized what he said, "No, not like joining you like joining you in bed. I meant going to bed to, see I have my own home capsule."
He stammered that sentence out.
Maybe he isn't completely ok around Bulma yet.
"Hey, Kakarot, do you need help pick up all that extra food?" Oolong asked, as every got up and tossed their capsules.
"Extra?" I asked, still eating.
"Yeah, unless you're planning on eating all that tonight," Oolong said before pointing at the food behind me.
I turned and looked at the food behind me, it was only about 5x times the amount of food everyone else ate, combined.
"Of course, I'm going to eat all this. Why do you think I cooked so much?"
I continued to dig in, as my stomach growled.
Everyone but Grandpa Gohan was staring at me with wide eyes.
Grandpa Gohan just sighed, "I don't think I've ever seen Kakarot full. He has a black hole for a stomach."
Grandpa Gohan then went into our house, without looking back.
"For some reason, I really want to see if Kakarot can somehow eat all that."
"Don't be silly, its scientifically impossible for someone to eat all that! He would have to eat several times his body weight! He can't do that, can he?"
I just shrugged, I don't care if it's not possible, all I know is that I'm hungry.
Everyone, except for Grandpa Gohan, ended up staying awake for several hours, watching me eat.
Magical Index 1- Monster Carrot
Monster Carrot is an animal-type earthling, that was born with abnormal magic circuits. Instead of having magical circuits spread out evenly across his body, his magic circuits are almost completely concentrated in his hands. Its this fact, combined with his origin of carrot, that gives him his carrot touch.
His carrot touch works by automatically casting high level alteration of the victim, altering the concept of the target's existence by overriding it with the concept of 'carrot.' Monster Carrot can undo this spell, but is unable to turn it off, meaning anyone who touches his hands will become a carrot, even if he doesn't want them to.
This spell only has two real weakness, the first being that it doesn't work on someone who already carries the concept of 'carrot' (such as someone named carrot) and the second being that it can be blocked by making the concepts that make up ones existence stronger than the overriding concept of 'carrot.'
AN- Hello, I hope everyone is having a wonderful day :)
Since the last chapter, I've talked with some of y'all about some lore bits, and solidified some of the details going forward.
First off, on reinforcement, instead of it being a straight multiplier, or percent increase, its going to work off of a person's potential. This means that reinforcement's effectiveness will change based on the person's potential. So like, Demon King Piccolo Saga Goku's power level wouldn't even double, while Namek sage Krillen and Gohan's power levels would skyrockets. The weakness of reinforcement will be that it cost more magical energy to pull out more potential, and is only temporary (unless the Guru's ability.) Also, elder Kai's technique is far better too, since it draws out a person's potential beyond their limits, permanently.
The reason for this is that have it be only a percent increase, was too low. While having it be a straight multiplier would not only be to strong, but to ridged. Where as the potential method would allow reinforcement to stay relevant, without making it to strong or weak, since I can say someone has x potential if I need them to.
Also, in the way magic works, normal magic users like Monster Carrot, Baba, and Kakarot, will have magic circuits. Meanwhile, beings like Majin Boo, Babdi, or Towa, would have magic cores.
In terms of how being a saiyan will affect Shirou!Kakarot, some people have mentioned having him take on some more of those traits than I planned, and I decided to agree, slightly. Kakarot will slowly come to enjoy fights, like a Saiyan would, but still enjoy fights for justice the most. He'll also have a little bit of saiyan pride inside of himself, formed through the kind hearted actions of his parents, though his pride won't be any near Vegeta's pride.
Another thing I forgot to mention in this last AN, is about the movies, I am planning to work some of them in to plot to help the power levels scale better, and make sure that there isn't long pauses of nothing in the timeline.
As for dealing with magic, I've decided to have the characters around Kakarot grow and come up with techniques to counter his magecraft. So like, coming up with a technique to block the magical flames after having seen them before. In the same way Vegeta learned Spirit fission to deal with Moro's magic. Also, plain beam attacks, like Caliburn, would be to be blocked by sufficiently powerful barriers.
Anyway, that will be shown more in depth later.
Y'all know, I just yawned and am really tired. So, I think I'll end this AN here with a 'next time on the heroic saiyan', if thats ok with y'all.
Next chapter will be Krillin, training, Jaco's introduction and a music competition.
Have a great day or night, or whatever :)
Till next time!