francesco99 chapter 1 . 13h ago
Broken soul? More like Goon souls. Get this weak shit out of here, james needs to be less of a goonish character, specially since characters who suddenly want to form harems 1 minute after taking over the main character
Lets not forget, that even though he is 2/3 goku, he acts more like a human gooner
Hmm it seems I need to expand what was happening at that point in time a bit more if this is the response that I am getting. So let's do a filler chapter since this is letting me write this out through a block of if i should have Jaku encounter Yamcha or not. So instead let's expand on what was happening back then, yes? I am going to do this from the pov of Jaku during his time at kami's.
The silence of Kami's Lookout enveloped Jaku, his breathing slowing to match the serenity of the place. A deep, quiet mystery seemed to linger in the very air, calming his fractured mind, yet leaving space for every unsettled part of him to echo back in agonizing clarity. Here, standing on the sacred stones, Jaku allowed himself, for the first time, to truly ask, Why did I survive? His awareness drifted over the split memories, the disparate thoughts, and he knew he hadn't simply come back from the dead. He had come back different, changed, holding fragments of three lives that were never meant to exist as one.
James's human awareness fought to make sense of the world in human terms, craving purpose, companionship, maybe even stability. Goku's spirit, with its boundless light and warmth, pulsed deep inside him, a rhythmic heartbeat urging him to rediscover the joy in life. And then, there was Kakarot—the fierce, instinctual drive of the Saiyan, demanding survival, dominance, and a purpose aligned with the stars. The three forces pulled in opposing directions, tearing at his very core. As he sat, wrestling with the tangle of intentions and needs within, it dawned on him that each voice demanded a reason for being.
The fractured memories were as exhausting as they were compelling. Goku's spirit sought family, craved warmth and acceptance—there was a desperate yearning to belong. Live for a purpose, it whispered. There has to be more than surviving. And it was Goku's influence that seemed to hold the greatest sway over him, a pure determination to exist in harmony, to find peace with the echoes of lives past and the life unfolding now. Goku's spirit reached out, unfazed by the pain, seeking something to anchor him, to unite the scattered pieces of who he was into one.
But James's memories—the calm, ordinary human memories of a life lived in quiet, small moments—added complexity, and a kind of longing that confused him. James wanted something else, something that human desires so often reached for: companionship. A part of him hesitated, catching at that word and feeling the Saiyan blood in him pulse with an instinctive recognition. Companionship alone did not satisfy the hunger of Kakarot, for whom James's innocent wish twisted, taking on an entirely different meaning, that of mates. Find strength in unity, it said, find power in connection. And in James's weakened mind, fragmented and haunted by a need for fulfillment, the concept somehow transformed into something larger, stronger—the thought of a harem, a collection of trusted, powerful allies and partners in this strange world.
But it was only a fleeting, hazy thought, something that flitted away even as it formed, slipping into the blur of sporadic, fractured ideas that dominated his mind. Jaku could see clearly now, with the peace of Kami's Lookout calming his turmoil, that he had been utterly lost, his psyche weakened, grasping at whatever thoughts arose from the chaotic blend of memories, instinct, and raw, unfocused energy. Back then, he was acting almost entirely on impulse, driven by whatever part of him surfaced strongest in the moment.
It was as if he had been under a spell, moving through a trance-like haze that distorted everything around him. The faint memory of climbing Korin's Tower returned to him, but he couldn't remember it clearly—just brief, disjointed flashes of his ascent, the endless effort to reach the top, and then the respite of Korin handing him a Senzu Bean and brief respite in Korin's Tower, allowing him a momentary sanctuary before the grueling climb to Kami's Lookout.
He remembered the moments of desperate hunger along the way, the vague images of hunting and devouring wild creatures, the blood warming his senses and temporarily satisfying a primal part of him that Kakarot's instincts had amplified. The memories were unfiltered, vivid in their rawness, but strangely remote, as if he'd acted on an ancient rhythm older than his own consciousness. He couldn't even recall tasting the food or the sense of satisfaction that should have come with it; he remembered only the brief, savage satisfaction of survival.
And then, the memory of his arrival at Kami's Lookout surfaced, though it felt distant, as if viewed through a fogged mirror. He recalled the sight of Kami, his solemn figure regarding Jaku with a knowing gaze, recognizing the storm that raged within. Jaku had been too dazed, too drained to fully comprehend Kami's words, yet something in Kami's presence had reassured him. In that moment, he felt his mind shift, recognizing Kami as a guiding force, something rooted deep within his knowledge as both James and Goku.
This caused a glimmer of who Jaku was began to properly coalesce. Not James, not Goku, not Kakarot, but something forged from them all—a blend of purpose, instinct, and strength.
Now, as Jaku sat in meditation, he focused on those words, grounding himself in their promise. He felt Kami's gaze settle over him, like a balm to the frayed threads of his soul. Bit by bit, Jaku felt himself beginning to come together, recognizing his past selves as integral parts of his being, yet no longer the masters of his identity. He was not James's quiet, human soul, nor was he Kakarot the saiyan child who never grew up and represented all of his Saiyan instinct. He was not Goku, either, though Goku's kindness and strength resonated deeply within him.
I am Jaku, he thought, the name grounding him in the present, calling him back from the fog of his past. He knew he still had much to learn, many shadows to confront, but for the first time, he could feel his own heartbeat steady and strong, guiding him forward.
With a final, deep breath, he let his past drift to the background, a silent chorus to his existence, not ruling him but residing within, as allies. And as the light of dawn spilled across Kami's Lookout, Jaku knew he had survived for a purpose beyond mere instinct or borrowed memories. He was here to forge his path, a path woven from three lives but bound by his will alone. The whisper of his future echoed through him, strong and steady: I will find strength in this unity, and I will prove that I am more than the sum of my parts.