Chapter 2
The boy emerged from his modest dwelling. Yhwach's crimson eyes, sharp and observant, took in every detail of the young boy's appearance. The Saiyan armor, a relic of a distant world, clung to his small frame, its white and black segments a stark contrast to the lush greenery of Mount Paozu.
"My name is Goku. Nice to meet you." the boy said, as the woman replied and introduced Yhwach.
But Yhwach stood motionless, his tall figure casting a long shadow across the ground. His long, dark coat billowed slightly in the evening breeze, the fabric whispering secrets of power and destiny. The dying light of day caught in his brown hair, creating an almost halo-like effect around his stoic features.
As Goku approached closer, his tail swishing behind him with each step, Yhwach's mind raced with calculations and possibilities. This child, with his alien heritage and incredible strength, could be a valuable asset or a formidable obstacle. Yhwach's face remained impassive, betraying none of his inner thoughts.
"Are we ready to go?" Bulma's chipper voice cut through the evening air, drawing Yhwach's attention. The blue-haired girl stood a few paces away, her slender fingers wrapped around a small capsule. With a flick of her wrist and a press of her thumb, she activated the device.
A soft click echoed in the clearing, followed by a puff of white smoke that billowed outward, momentarily obscuring Yhwach's view. As the smoke dissipated, it revealed a sleek hover car, its metallic surface gleaming in the fading light.
"Wow! That's amazing!" Goku exclaimed, his eyes wide with childlike wonder. The boy's tail twitched excitedly as he circled the vehicle, running his hands over its smooth exterior.
Yhwach observed the scene with silent interest. The technology, while impressive by this world's standards, paled in comparison to the cosmic powers he had glimpsed in his fragmented memories. Still, he filed away the information for future reference. Every piece of knowledge, no matter how small, could be the key to unlocking his true potential.
"Hop in, boys!" Bulma called out, sliding into the driver's seat with practiced ease. Her long blue hair cascaded over the headrest, a vibrant splash of color against the car's neutral interior.
Goku didn't need to be told twice. With a whoop of joy, he leaped into the back seat, his armor clanking softly as he settled in. Yhwach approached more deliberately, his movements fluid and controlled. He opened the passenger door and gracefully lowered himself into the seat, his tall frame filling the space with an aura of quiet power.
As Bulma fired up the engine, its low hum filling the air, Yhwach cast one last glance at the simple house that had been Goku's home. In that moment, he felt a fleeting connection to the boy's sense of leaving behind the familiar for the unknown. But unlike Goku, whose eyes shone with excitement for the adventure ahead, Yhwach's gaze was tempered with calculation and a hint of something darker.
The hover car rose smoothly into the air, kicking up a swirl of dust and leaves. As they set off, leaving Mount Paozu behind, Yhwach's mind churned with thoughts of the journey ahead. The Dragon Balls, with their promise of a wish granted, beckoned like a siren's call. But for now, he would watch, wait, and learn.
The landscape blurred beneath them as they sped towards their destiny, the first stars of night winking into existence overhead. And in the gathering darkness, Yhwach's eyes glowed with an inner fire, a beacon of ambition and power yet to be fully realized.
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The hover car hummed softly as it glided over the changing landscape, leaving behind the lush forests of Mount Paozu for more arid terrain. Yhwach sat motionless in the passenger seat, his crimson eyes fixed on the horizon. The setting sun cast long shadows across the barren land, painting the world in hues of orange and deep purple.
Beside him, Bulma chattered excitedly about their quest, her blue hair whipping in the wind. "Just think, we're on our way to collect all seven Dragon Balls! Can you imagine the power we'll have at our fingertips?"
Yhwach's lips curved into the faintest of smiles, his mind dwelling on the fragment of his soul now residing within Goku. The boy's newfound memories and abilities were but a fraction of what Yhwach could bestow—or take away.
"Indeed," Yhwach replied, his deep voice barely audible over the rush of wind. "Power beyond imagination."
From the back seat, Goku piped up, his tail swishing with excitement. "Hey, Yhwach! You said you're from far away, right? Is it as amazing as this?" He gestured wildly at the passing scenery.
Yhwach turned slightly, regarding the young Saiyan with a measured gaze. The soul fragment within Goku pulsed faintly, a reminder of their newfound connection. "My home... is beyond your comprehension, young one. A realm of perpetual twilight and vast, unknowable power."
Bulma glanced over, her curiosity piqued. "Sounds mysterious. Is that why you're interested in the Dragon Balls? To get back there?"
For a moment, Yhwach was silent, weighing his words carefully. "The Dragon Balls intrigue me, yes. But I've agreed to aid in your quests first. My own... aspirations... can wait."
As night fell, the temperature dropped rapidly. Bulma shivered, pulling out a capsule from her pocket. "Time to set up camp, boys! I've got just the thing."
With a click and a puff of smoke, a dome-shaped house materialized before them, a beacon of comfort in the desolate landscape. Goku's eyes widened in amazement, while Yhwach observed with quiet interest, filing away every detail of the remarkable technology.
Inside, the capsule house was surprisingly spacious, with modern amenities that seemed out of place in the middle of the desert. As Bulma busied herself in the kitchen, preparing a meal, Yhwach stood by the window, his tall figure casting a long shadow across the room.
"Hey, Yhwach," Goku called from the couch where he was sprawled, tail twitching lazily. "How come you're so strong? Can you teach me some of your moves?"
Yhwach turned, his crimson eyes locking with Goku's eager gaze. For a fleeting moment, he saw not just the boy before him, but the potential sleeping within—potential he had awakened with his soul fragment.
"Strength comes in many forms, Goku," Yhwach replied, his voice low and measured. "True power lies not just in the body, but in the mind and spirit as well."
As he spoke, Yhwach moved to the kitchen, procuring three glasses and a pitcher of juice from the refrigerator. With practiced ease, he poured the drinks, discreetly mixing a drop of his own blood into each glass. The crimson droplet swirled and disappeared into the orange liquid, undetectable to the eye.
"Here," he said, offering glasses to both Goku and Bulma. "To quench your thirst after our long journey."
Bulma accepted with a smile, while Goku gulped his down eagerly. Yhwach sipped his own drink slowly, watching his companions over the rim of his glass. The seeds were planted now, dormant power waiting to be awakened—or extinguished—at his will.
As the night wore on, conversation flowed more freely. Bulma spoke of her life at Capsule Corp, of inventions and scientific marvels. Goku regaled them with tales of his training under his adoptive grandfather, his words occasionally stumbling as he grappled with his newly restored memories of his Saiyan heritage.
Yhwach listened intently, offering little of his own past but absorbing every detail shared by his companions. Each piece of information was a potential advantage, a thread in the tapestry of power he sought to weave.
As Bulma and Goku drifted off to sleep, Yhwach remained awake, his tall teenage figure silhouetted against the desert night visible through the window. The stars above seemed to pulse in rhythm with the fragments of his soul scattered across the land—in Goku, in the very air around them. He could feel the spiritual energy in this world-similar to controlling the energy within once spirit or spirit control.
His mind turned to the Dragon Balls, to the wish that lay at the end of their journey. He had agreed to wait, to allow his companions their heart's desire before pursuing his own ambitions. But in that moment, watching the sleeping forms of Goku and Bulma, Yhwach knew that his patience would be rewarded.
For in granting them power, he had secured a measure of control. And when the time came, when the Eternal Dragon rose to grant a wish, Yhwach would be ready to claim his true destiny.
The night deepened, and Yhwach's eyes gleamed with an inner fire, reflecting the vast, star-studded sky. The journey had only just begun, and with it, the intricate dance of power, loyalty, and betrayal that would shape destiny.