Jazz vomited the contents of his meager breakfast, the half digested remains of a ham and cheese sandwich and orange juice spewed out of his gullet.

"Get up." A voice called out to him, he flinched in response, looking up to see PaoPao. She stared down at him without remorse and charged towards him.

"W-wait!"

Two hours earlier, Jazz had been awoken by heavy breathing, awakening to see PaoPao, out from the bed he graciously(fearfully) gave to her while he slept on the floor, training. He observed her soundlessly.

She was in the middle of one handed pushups, the back of her pajamas were glistening with sweat. After completing 20 reps in each hand, she switched to squats, one legged again. Eventually, after an impressive display of calistetics, she began shadow boxing.

One could say that the lethality of a swing can be determined by the sound it makes as the fist or leg moved through the wind. At the moment Jazz could tell, that as good as he felt at the moment from unlocking ki, he would die several times over if she hit him with a glancng blow. Even with the danger of her movments, he found himself entranced by her movements, before he realized, he began attempting to emulate her punches and kicks, albeit at a pitiful pace in comparison.

"Her fist… twists this way, then her wrist snaps, causing it to… flicker?" He attempted to emulate her swing, but it didn't feel right, despite that, the attempt caused him to perspire as if the top of his head was a leaking faucet. After a few more minutes, he sighed in exertion, then yelped in surprise when he saw PaoPao observing him.

"You…" She began for a few seconds. "Your movements."

"Sorry?" He asked, "what do you mean?" He looked a little expectant, based on how she observed him.

"You untalanted, uncoordinated, and even after awakening the ki in you, it looks like you still weak." She emulated his slow movements, "you are like a chicken trying to fly like an eagle, clumsy and self-destructive."

"...gee, thanks."

PaoPao shook her head, "you are like… old rusty car with new engine. Car can go fast, but wheels will explode and car crashes. You need training, from basics."

Jazz thought for a moment, and after a few seconds nodded, he knew from Dragin Ball Z and Dragon Ball Super that if the power being used was too much for the body, they would suffer something. Goku broke his body using kaioken x4 against Vegeta, and then lost use of ki after going Kaioken SuperSaiyan Blue the first time, then nearly died when Mastered Ultra Instinct timed out. 'My physical body might not keep up, so, I should probably train, yes.' He bowed lightly to PaoPao, "if there's any help you can offer, I'd be grateful."

PaoPao raised her eyebrow, "you ask PaoPao for more help after she helped you awaken ki? Are you crazy? Or greedy? Alright, stupid, I'll help you." Despite her dismissive tone, she was smiling.

Jazz smiled at the girl, who's smile was like that of an angel sent from god. After 5 minutes of training however, he realized that it was instead the seductive smile of a devil, ready to claim it's next victim.

"10 laps around Bamboo Forrest!" She ordered first. Whenever Jazz faltered, she would whip him witha stiff rod, causing him to leap forward. Whenever exhaustion took him and he collapsed, she'd launch a spurt of ki into him, forcing him forward. After the run, she told him that he did well in the warmup, then had him do push-ups, squats, lunges, crunches, pull-ups, and burpees, which combined squats, push-ups, and a jump. He puked for the first time at the beginning of the training. Then after he collapsed from exhaustion, she nodded, then forced him up.

"Sparring time!" She shouted mercilessly. "Take stance!"

"Wait… but I'm exhausted!" Jazz complained.

"No back talk!" She shouted with the energy of a mom disciplining her child, and punched him the gut, causing him to puke again.

As he heaved, he looked up, watching PaoPao striding towards him.

"W-wait!" Jazz called, hastily getting up. He put his fists hastily, and only then did PaoPao pause.

"Keep shoulders locked, but elbow and fists should be loose." She adjusted his arms and elbow angle. "Loose but firm." She shook his fist then placed her hands on his shoulder. "Bend your knees, widen your stance, a lower center of gravity is harder to put out of balance." She looked into Jazz's eyes. "What's the number one purpose for such skills?"

"Umm, to defend and defeat an opponent?" Jazz asked.

"No." She shook her head, "it is too run away. Father says, martial arts are a defensive art, designed to take as little time as possible to hurt your opponent and get away from the battle whenever possible."

"Isn't martial arts for self improvement?" He asked.

"Self improvement is important, but violence is violence. Those who know martial arts must remember however, skill loses to overwhelming power. If you meet someone as you are now who is as strong as those monks, you lose, very bad."

"But those monks were able to overwhelm you!"

"That's because while they were weaker than PaoPao," she began, "they had skill, training, knew how to fight." She points to Jazz, "you don't know how to fight, you don't know how to train, you don't have skill, and you're weak." She scowled at Jazz's forlorn expression. "You are a man! Men don't cry because they're weak! They try harder."

"I'm not crying." Jazz replied hotly. "I just, how am I even supposed to do anything? According to you, I'll kill myself if I try fighting anyone right now, so what am I supposed to do?"

"That's why you train." PaoPao said coldly, "put your hands up, prepare, and don't blink!"

…

Bulma arrived back at East City a little before noon. She came to the hotel he was supposedly staying in, only to hear that he had already checked out. "Where's that kid?" She muttered, angrily putting away her phone after the fifth failed call. She signed in annoyance, "well," she began slyly, to herself, "good thing I slipped a chip on his phone. Pulling out a secondary radar, she followed it to the center of Bamboo forest, where she saw an interesting sight.

"Faster!" A girl shouted, smacking Jazz left and right. The boy groaned and growled as he attempted to block or dodge the attack and counterattack with his shoddy moves. He sprinted towards her with surprising quickness, but the girl was even faster. Eventually, she kicked him hard in the chest, knocking him 10 feet back into some bamboo lined in a row, which bent under his weight and snapped back, slamming him into the dirt with a bonecrunching thud.

"Ah-" she was about to shout if he was alright, but as if he was a spring, Jazz's body bounced up and he rolled to a sitting position. He tumbled left, then right, then forward as the girl threw daggers at him. Bulma crossed her hands, clearly impressed with what she saw. 'Hmph, he might actually be useful, even if his "clarivoyance talk is all a lie".'

…

Jazz's lungs were on fire, PaoPao had told him she would fight at his level, and to her word, she told the truth, she struck and kicked and punched at a level equivalent to what he could. But even with that handicap, she handled him easily. She was simply better than him in so many ways that power wouldn't make a difference, from technique, form, flexibility, and skill. Even so, he did not give up, she struck him just hard enough to keep him from losing consciousness, so that meant he hadn't impressed her yet, so even if he gave up, she'd simply attack his collapsed body, aiming to simply inflict pain over anything else.

'How do I beat her? Or better yet, how would I beat her?' He felt a rising tide of hopelessness rush through him, but before it could overtake him, he tried a trick. As he rolled from the ground, dodging her knife throws, he charged forward.

PaoPao, who was the one who normally charged towards Jazz, raised an eyebrow, and prepared to receive whatever attack he had planned. Instead of attacking Jazz skidded to a stop then bent his legs, with all the force he could muster, ignoring the spiking pain in his shins he leapt backwards. PaoPao blinked in surprise at his actions, and even Bulma, who was outside of his vision, gaped at the action. Jazz felt his back hit the bamboo, and using the elasticity of the bamboo, soared towards PaoPao utilizing the snap back of the bamboo.

PaoPao glanced to the side to avoid the attack, smirking as her head moved easily out of the way by just a few inches, only to stagger as Jazz's outstretched leg caught her in the back of the head.

Jazz smirked in victory, only to pale as pain rushed up his leg. "What?!" He shouted in pain as he tumbled unto the ground, rolling helplessly. He was too exhausted to even grip his pained foot and turned to look at PaoPao. He struggled to get up, attempting to get up from the ground. He watched as she walked towards him.

"PaoPao thinks…" she said as she stepped on Jazz's back. "You did mediocre for the first day." Then she smiled, "it was okay."

"Hah!" Jazz burst out into a pained chuckle, "I almost got you with that kick, how'd you withstand it? It was your head!"

PaoPao gave him a wry smile, "PaoPao is still stronger than you, your attacks won't hurt her, even if PaoPao holds back." She pulled back a loose strand of hair and moved to help Jazz up.

"Wow!" A voice called out, "that was amazing, you did okay Jazz, but you! Mystery girl, you were insane!" Bulma walked towards them, "I'd love if you'd follow me to help me find the d-" she shrieked as a knife slammed into a bamboo right next to her.

"Who are you!" PaoPao demanded, getting ready to attack.

"Wait!" Jazz called out, "PaoPao, calm down! She's my friend!"

PaoPao hesitated, then turned to Jasper. "Really?"

"Yes." Jazz nodded profusely, "she gave me the Zeni I used to purchase the food and hotel room. She's a friend."

PaoPao hesitantly put away the blade, face conflicted. She folded her arms grumpily.

"Umm…" Jazz asked, "can you help me up?"

PaoPao ignored him, causing Bulma to giggle. "Oooh… Jazz, way to go kid, I didn't think you had it in you, you shared a room with a cute girl? Well, not as cute as me."

"Shut up…" Jazz muttered under his breath.

Still laughing, Bulma pulled him up. "Well, at the least, you seem sorta useful, but…" she turned to PaoPao, "hey, I'm going on a journey in a few months, I'd love to have someone like you tag along, you're so strong you should be able to blow away any badguys along the way."

PaoPao snorted, "PaoPao doesn't want to have anything to do with an ugly woman."

Bulma's mood dropped, "What…" she growled, "what did you say to me you little-"

Jazz interrupted them, "hey Bulma, you said you don't leave in 7 months right? Umm… what should I do in the meantime?"

Bulma contemplated continuing to argue, but looked back at the cracks all over the ground then on Jazz's beat up position. "...fine, anyways, you're coming with me to West City."

"Where's ugly lady taking PaoPao's disciple?!" PaoPao asked angrily.

Bulma looked at PaoPao dryly, "my friend just said you had a meal and a place to sleep, right?" She asked nicely at first before shouting, "THAT WAS MY MONEY!" PaoPao moved back slightly from Bulma's ferocity, "SO YOU OWE ME RIGHT NOW!"

"Bu-" Jazz was cut off by Bulma tapping the top of his head.

"Anyways, you don't need to worry." Bulma squeezed Jazz's head under her arm like they were drinking buddies. "I'll be returning this brat back here by sunset." She held up a finger, "also, brats aren't my type, so I'm not competition, but then again, we don't know." She laughed at PaoPao's flustered appearance as she dragged Jazz towards her plane.

PaoPao watched them fly off, and clenched her fists in annoyance. "Hmph, PaoPao doesn't care about that idiot."

…

On the plane, it's two occupants were silent for most of the trip. Bulma occasionally glanced at Jazz, but while she noticed his red face, he never seemed to even glance her way, instead looking like he was absorbed with taking in the contors of the landscape. She'd hear an occasional gasp whenever he saw a dinosaur or pterasoar, which caused her to smirk. Eventually, as they reached the city line, she spoke up.

"We're almost at Capsule Corp." Bulma began. "You know, where my dad, Dr. Briefs, works, as the owner, but you probably know that. You probably know my mom, and sister too." She smirked, "of course, that's if you were telling me the truth." Hearing no response, Bulma grumbled in annoyance, "you're not being any fun."

Jazz wasn't meaning to ignore her, his mind was just racing. 'Who's that girl, she's so strong, but she wasn't in Dragon Ball… what happened to her…' he was worried about the mystery of PaoPao, but that wasn't the only thing on his mind, 'when did Grandpa Gohan die? Could I have saved him? Will I be able to make my wish? What if Bulma says no, she'll find a boyfriend with Yamcha and every-" he felt a sharp prick on his forehead. Gripping it, he turned to glower at Bulma.

"We arrived," she said innocently, hopping off the plane she pressed a button.

The ship disintegrated under him, shrinking into the capsule as it did, he landed on the floor as a result, plopping his butt on the hard ground. "Oww…" He got up slowly, nursing his rear end.

"Oh, don't be such a baby, you big baby." Bulma chuckled, "anyways, come on, we'll be hooking you to the machine."

"The machine?!"

"Oh you know, we need to see whether you're telling the truth." Bulma laughed, "a lie detector machine of my own design, with it, I was able to make sure all my boy friends wouldn't try tricking me or doing something, if you lie even a little, it'll be over for you."

She led the boy to a clean white room, with a chair full of wires and a helmet sticking out. Without a word, Jazz walked up to the chair and strapped himself in.

"Oh? Thank you very much for making my job a bit easier."

"I don't think I'd be able to argue my way out of it." Jazz replied.

"Okay, good, now, I'm going to ask you a few questions, the first two I'm going to need you to tell the truth, and with the last one, I'll need you to lie."

"Okay." Jazz answered with a straight face.

"Alright," Bulma took out a camera, "first question, who's prettier to you, me or that girl?" Bulma burst into laugher as Jazz stared at her with a mortified expression. "Okay, okay, I'm just kidding, I know the answer, but I wanted to see your expression."

"Don't do that." Jazz got mad, "this isn't funny Bulma."

"Yeesh kid, you're the one who called out to me in the first place." She hummed, "anyways, more serious now." She took in a deep breath and dropped the smile. "How many sides does a square have?"

"Four."

"What's 3 + 12?"

"Fifteen."

"What color is an orange?"

"...blue?"

"Alright." Bulma notted things jotted down on the sheet, "alrighty, let's get this thing started…"

…

Bulma looked at Jazz like he was some weird animal. "Either you're completely insane, which I still have my finger on, or you're from an alternate world and knows a bit about what happens in the future."

Jazz nodded, sighing, "yes, it's the latter."

"Hmm… interesting, okay then smart guy, if you know the future, will I marry some hot guy?"

Jazz froze, then answered slowly, "well, he's probably attractive, and he's very strong, probably the first or second strongest person on Earth."

"Ooh?" Bulma leans forward, "do prey tell!"

"..." Jazz didn't answer.

Bulma looked annoyed, "well come on, I have to know who my beu is!"

"You'll find out." Jazz sighed, "but I think you'll be disappointed if you make assumptions or expectations before they get fulfilled."

"Really?" Bulma smirked, "so you won't tell me?"

"Sorry Bulma, my lips are sealed."

Bulma gave a leery smile, "what if I gave those lips a kiss?"

Jazz snapped over in shock, "please don't joke like that." He chuckled nervously.

"But you are a little cute? Sure, you're a brat, but you're pretty fit, must play sports alot, right?" She leaned close to his face, light blush on her face. In a panic Jazz snapped the machine restraints and accidentally headbutt Bulma. She fell back on her forehead, gripping her head.

"Bulma! Are you okay?"

"Ow! You jerk, if you didn't want to kiss me, you could have been nicer about it." She rubbed her head, "I guess your type is rough and tumble tomboys like that girl who kicked your but, not dainty, delicate waifs like little old me." She stuck out her tongue, "oh… I feel so bad, I'd be super uncomfortable travelling with you to get the dragon balls."

Jazz began to panic, "wait! I'm sorry, It's not that I don't wanna…" he stopped himself from speaking.

"Oh?" Bulma picked up, "don't wanna what? Kiss me?" She got up, dusting her skirt off. "Anyways it was just a joke, but if you want to make it up to me." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of black candy. "Here! Have some!"

Jazz backed up against the wall, "no friggen thanks, I don't want diarreaha."

"How'd you know!" Bulma grinned, "oh yeah, you know what's going to happen. Alright then wise guy, what am I having for lunch in 15 days?"

"I don't know?!" Jazz retorted, "it's not like that! I'm not God or something!"

"Well… that makes sense." Bulma sighed, "anyways, if you don't wanna eat that candy, how am I supposed to trust you? What if you take the wish from me?"

Jazz shook his head, "I won't take the wish from you, promise."

"Really?" Bulma asked, "cross your heart?"

Jazz looked away for a second, guilt creeping into his heart, pushing it down, he nodded, "cross my heart." 'I mean, after I make the wish, she'll always be able to search again. And it's not like her goal doesn't work anyway, she doesn't even get the wish this time around.'

Bulma nodded, "good! Now that that's settled, I'll need you for something."

Jazz cocked his head in confusion. "What?"

"Shopping!" Bulma clapped her hands in excitement.

...

Jasper(Jazz) Duncan

Age: 14 (and 8 months), physical appearance, 14

Hair color: Brown

Skin color: white

Race: Quarter Caucasian(White American of English-Irish decent), Quarter Aisian (Korean), Quarter Black(African-American), Quarter Hispanic (Cuban)

Height: 5ft 6inches | 167 centimeters

Weight: 140 lbs | 63.5 kilograms

Skills: Average Sports Talent for Age, Semi-Above Average Intellect for age, below novice/horrendously low ki control, basic understanding of ki, he can, terrible fighting skills

Powerlevel: 6

...

Afterword:

Whew, achievement get! Friend gained, Bulma! As I'm sure you can see, Jasper is a mostly normal, good natured kid, but he's pretty sneaky, next chapter will expound on his mindset, and play into more of what happened on the night before he woke up in the Dragon World. In two chapters he should be meeting an important element in the story of Dragon Ball, and may even have a change in that persons' life, positive or negative? That's up to you to decide. (By you I mean the readers.)

Ps: I plan to make at least 14 chapters a week, I published, like 2 yesterday, or 3 maybe? I honestly don't pay too much attention. But look forward to it, I'll have a book cover handrawn, like I do for all my books and profile picture.