Bunshichi, a morally questionable 28-year-old playboy who dies and reincarnates as baby Goku while retaining his adult memories and consciousness. With no prior knowledge of Dragon Ball, he must navigate growing up as the legendary Saiyan hero while...
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Inside, Goku sat at the table, devouring his dinner with relentless speed. To his right, Mai sat poised, silently pushing a piece of meat from her plate onto his so he could eat more.
At the oven, Oolong was still cooking for Goku. Bulma, holding a mug of coffee, leaned against the counter, grumbling.
"You should've told us you had a capsule like this!"
"I was saving it for a special occasion," Oolong replied, pulling a steaming turkey out of the oven.
"Where's the bathroom?" Bulma asked, glancing around.
"there." he said, pointing.
Bulma walked to the bathroom but quickly poked her head back.
"Ugh! The bathroom's so small!"
"Quit complaining," Oolong grumbled.
"Do you have any pajamas I can borrow?"
"Fine, I'll lend you mine!"
"And don't even think about peeking while I'm showering!"
"Fine!"
Goku was still eating, a mountain of bones piling up beside him. He glanced at Mai.
"You should take a shower with Bulma. Saves water. Don't let her waste more than she needs."
Mai stood and gave a mischievous smile.
"Got it. And if she doesn't listen, I'll drown her."
Goku paused mid-bite, a piece of turkey in hand, and looked up with a blank stare.
...
"It's a joke, sir."
"I know it's a joke, Mai. It's just... your jokes are always creepy."
Mai's smirk faded as she turned away, disappointed her humor didn't land. She walked to the stairs.
"Don't forget your gun," Goku added.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the desert, Yamcha and Pu'ar lurked near a rocky outcrop, spying on the RV.
Back in the RV, Oolong finally slumped into a chair beside Goku, stuffed and satisfied. He kicked his feet up on the table.
"You sure do eat a lot..."
He glanced out the window nervously.
"They're not gonna attack again, are they?"
Goku leaned back, arms behind his head, eyes on the ceiling.
"They can if they want. I'm full now."
Oolong turned toward him.
"By the way... why are you traveling? And with them? What's at Frypan Mountain of all places?"
Outside, Yamcha and Pu'ar crept under a window. Voices filtered down to them.
