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...
It's been thirteen years since Bunshichi came into this world as a baby, with no memories of Dragon Ball and little understanding of where he was. His previous life had ended-he'd been killed. So, when he was reborn as Son Goku, he decided to live this new life as his own. He wasn't searching for a way back. That world was gone.
When the old martial artist Son Gohan found him and took him in, something changed. Through Gohan's training, Bunshichi felt a seed being planted in him-the need to grow stronger. Not just physically, but in spirit. As the years passed, the memories of his old self began to fade, becoming more distant... until the day he met Bulma.
She told him about the Dragon Balls-mystical orbs that could grant any wish. For the first time in years, he was given a reason not to fully let go of his past. A reason to gather the Dragon Balls. A reason to go back.
And so the journey began.
But along the way, as the battles stacked up, as new friendships formed, and strange feelings began to grow-one question kept haunting his mind:
"Do I really want to go back?"
Frypan Mountain
Goku leaned against the car, hands in his pockets, his eyes distant as the breeze rustled his hair. The others were busy combing the area for the sixth Dragon Ball, but his mind was elsewhere.
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> "What is it that I really want...? When Roshi asked me to come train, I said yes without even thinking-like I'd already decided to stay..."
In the distance, Bulma's voice cut through his thoughts.
"FOUND IT!!!" she shouted, hopping up with joy.
A few minutes later, the group gathered near the car. Bulma practically skipped up to Goku, grinning ear to ear. She held the newly acquired Dragon Ball up between their faces.
"Look!" she said proudly.
Goku, still wearing a weary expression, looked at her. Her infectious smile pulled a grin out of him too, and he gave her a thumbs up.
"One more to go," he said.
Bulma tucked the ball away and pulled out the Dragon Radar, scanning it.
"The last one is here! ...Whoa, it's really far away."
Goku turned to the tiny yellow car they'd been using and, with a sigh, kicked it hard enough to dent the side.
"This car sucks. It's slow, tiny, and I don't want to be trapped in it for more than twenty minutes."
Gyumao stepped up, chuckling as he pulled a capsule from his belt.
"If it's a ride you need, try mine. It's old, but fast."
Click. Poof! A sleek, yellow flying car popped out of the capsule-no wheels, just hover pads.
