Dragon Ball Human

By the evening of the fourth day after leaving Heil City, Yamiru finally emerged from the vast wilderness.

Dust-covered and weathered, he stood on a high slope, turning back to gaze at the barren expanse.

The endless horizon of the wilderness stretched to the edge of his vision, curving slightly into an arc.

Four days of trekking through this desolate expanse had left Yamiru looking rough and rugged. At this point, he would have gladly spent a month trudging through a dense, primeval forest rather than enduring another day in this barren wasteland.

After all, a wilderness was called so for a reason:

Sparse vegetation.

Scarce water.

Few animals.

Even fewer humans—so few that he might as well have been the only one.

Each morning, without a compass or the survival tricks Delat had taught him, Yamiru would have been utterly lost in the vast, unchanging landscape of yellow earth.

"Damn it…"

He licked his parched lips and shifted his gaze forward. At last, he spotted the small town marked on his map. Grinning, he pulled out his canteen and drained the last of his water with a satisfied gulp. He even poured some over his face, savoring the cool relief as he wiped off three days of grime.

Securing the empty canteen to his belt, he glanced down at the cliffside below him—a drop of about thirty or forty meters. Smiling faintly, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stretched his arms outward before stepping forward.

The wind howled past his ears.

Forty meters…

Thirty-five meters…

Twenty meters…

As the fierce wind roared, Yamiru kept his eyes tightly shut. The sensation of freefall made it nearly impossible to adjust his posture, and his survival instincts screamed at him to open his eyes. But Yamiru resisted.

If he hit the ground hard, the half a Senzu Bean in his pocket would be the price to pay.

His heart pounded, and a flicker of exhilaration rose within him. So, this was what it felt like to chase thrilling challenges! He let the wind embrace him, imagining that he was flying.

Then, he snapped his eyes open, golden light flashing in his gaze.

Reaching out, he grabbed hold of a protruding branch growing sideways from the cliff face.

The branch bent under his weight, springing back with a sharp twang and catapulting Yamiru forward.

Twisting through the air, he landed smoothly after a few spins. Stretching out his arms, he straightened his knees and mockingly bowed to an imaginary audience, praising himself with a smug, "Nice one, Yamiru."

"Well, well, such agile skills, young man!"

A voice suddenly called out from nearby.

Yamiru followed the voice and saw an old man herding sheep. Adjusting the pack on his back, he strode over with a smile. "Sir, are you from the town up ahead? That's where I'm heading."

The old man herding the sheep glanced at him curiously. "Yes, I am. But, young one, where are you coming from? And where are your parents?" The direction Yamiru had come from led to nothing but barren wilderness.

"I'm alone," Yamiru replied. "I'm on a journey."

The old man let out an exclamation of surprise. "That must be tough..." He thought for a moment before gesturing warmly. "Come along, then. I'll take you to our town. You said you were heading there, right?"

Yamiru, taking advantage of his youthful appearance, replied cheerfully, "That's right," patting the canteen at his waist. "I'm running low on water and need to restock on food, too."

In truth, he still had supplies stored in the empty capsules he had bought earlier. But he reserved those for emergencies.

"Alright, let's go." The old man waved him forward. "Grandpa will guide you."

Yamiru helped herd the sheep, positioning himself at the outer edge of the flock. With his golden eyes flashing, he stared at the sheep, and they instinctively avoided him, obediently following the old man's lead toward the town.

The old man clicked his tongue in amazement, wondering if Yamiru's eyes had some sort of magical power.

Following the shepherd, Yamiru entered the town and quickly located a few shops, small supermarkets, and markets. Thanks to the old man's enthusiastic assistance, Yamiru was able to purchase the most affordable supplies with ease.

"Oh no, I've overspent," Yamiru remarked when he realized he didn't have enough cash to cover the bill. Turning to the old man and the cashier, he said, "Hold on a second."

He tossed out a capsule. With a pop, a large box appeared on the ground.

"A Capsule Corp capsule?"

"A capsule?"

The other customers in the store stared in wide-eyed astonishment. The town didn't even have a Capsule Corp store, and capsules were considered luxury items in this day and age, rarely seen in small towns.

What shocked them even more was when Yamiru opened the box to reveal it packed to the brim with cash. The sight left everyone dumbfounded. With an air of nonchalance, Yamiru pulled out a stack of bills, pressed a button on the box's exterior, and with another pop, it reverted into a capsule. He pocketed it casually.

"Here you go." Yamiru handed over a crisp bill to the cashier.

"Old man, who's that kid? Where are his parents?" The cashier, who clearly knew the shepherd, whispered to him as she handed back the change, her eyes darting toward a few people lingering near the shelves.

The old man sighed and scolded Yamiru, "Why didn't you tell me you had that kind of stuff? I could've taken you to a place with fewer people!"

Yamiru chuckled. "It's fine. I'm almost done shopping anyway."

Remembering Yamiru's nimble leap down the slope earlier, the old man decided not to press the issue. After leaving the store, he asked Yamiru more about his so-called journey.

"Paozu Mountain? Never heard of it…" The old man looked puzzled. As for Yamiru's talk of martial arts training, that was entirely beyond his understanding. He frowned at the boy. "Why is a kid like you wandering all over the place instead of staying put at home?"

"Thank you for your help, sir. I'll be off now." Yamiru smiled politely.

Without further explanation, he slung his pack over his shoulder and headed east out of the town.

As soon as Yamiru was gone, a group of men emerged from the store. Their rough demeanor and idle swagger marked them as petty thugs.

The old man, who had been keeping an eye on them, stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Don't you dare get any ideas!"

The leader of the group grinned maliciously. "Old man, you're too old to be meddling in other people's business!"

With a shove, they pushed the old man aside and swaggered off, clearly following Yamiru's trail. The old man fell onto his backside, panting for a moment before scrambling up in alarm. He hurriedly borrowed a bicycle from a neighbor and pedaled after them as fast as he could.

The bicycle screeched as it rounded a corner.

To the old man's astonishment, the thugs were already sprawled out on the ground, groaning in pain. One of them was wailing, his front tooth missing. Even stranger, all of their clothes were gone.

"What... what happened?" The old man approached cautiously, pushing his bicycle. He glanced down the street and saw a trail of discarded clothing scattered as if someone had been tossing them while walking away.

"What happened here?"

At that moment, a tall, imposing figure appeared beside the fallen thugs. With one hand, he effortlessly lifted one of them off the ground, his face cold and stern.

Terrified, the thug blurted out everything. He admitted they had planned to rob Yamiru of his capsule and cash, intending to beat the boy up. But instead, Yamiru had turned the tables, thoroughly thrashing them and—bizarrely—stripping them of their clothes.

By the end of his story, the thug was nearly in tears. "We get it, we lost... but why take our clothes too?!"

The tall figure tossed the thug aside and stepped over the groaning bodies, heading in the same direction Yamiru had gone. Each step elicited fresh cries of pain from the men underfoot.

The old man, still bewildered, watched the tall figure's retreating back. There was something intimidating and dangerous about him.

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