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...
"Huh?" Goku stopped. "The pink guy got it from you, and I was faster than him. What makes you think you stand a chance?"
"Because I'm the one who *gave* it to him... And I know your limits because you took your sweet time climbing this tower."
Goku's eyebrow twitched—the first crack in his confident facade.
*I'll test him and humble him. Show him that others are far stronger than he imagines,* Korin thought.
"Fine! I'll play your game, you mangy cat," Goku said, his stance shifting subtly.
"I'm not a cat—wait, I mean, I'm not mangy!" Korin protested, but his words died as he felt it—an overwhelming presence that made the air itself seem to flee. When Goku got serious, reality itself seemed to hold its breath.
The cat's eyes widened as he truly looked at the boy before him. Then—nothing. Only settling dust where Goku had stood.
Korin saw nothing, but primal instinct screamed at him to *move*. His muscles coiled and released, launching him sideways just as Goku's hand carved through the space he'd occupied, his fingers cutting through air before striking the ground with enough force to crack the ancient stone.
Korin landed in his new position, heart racing as he watched Goku straighten from his strike. The cat couldn't believe it—he hadn't moved because he'd seen the attack coming. He'd moved from pure, animalistic fear.
"Y-you missed," Korin managed, fighting to keep his voice steady. "You still need training."
But when he saw Goku's hand, white fur drifting from between his fingers like snow, understanding dawned. His paw went to his arm, finding a perfect circle where fur had been plucked clean. Goku hadn't been aiming for the flask at all—he'd been making a point.
"Yeah... I have to admit," Goku said, examining the fur before letting it drift away, "you're the fastest person I've met."
The words should have been a compliment, but they sent ice through Korin's spine. This boy was something else entirely, and the fact that his mind remained unreadable only amplified the danger.
*I need to end this game before—*
Goku moved again, and this time Korin's body betrayed him—too terrified to respond. The boy materialized directly in front of him, hand raised, fingers curved like claws reaching for Korin's face. Time crystallized as those fingers approached, death inches away—
"SON-KUN, HURRY AND GET BACK HERE! WHAT ARE YOU AND LUNCH DOING THERE?!"
Bulma's voice crackled from Lunch's watch, shattering the moment. Goku's hand stopped a hair's breadth from Korin's face.
"You heard her," Lunch said, tapping the watch.
"Yeah, she can be scary," Goku replied, his killing intent evaporating as quickly as it had appeared.
Korin remained frozen, that hand still poised to end his centuries of life. Then, almost gently, Goku's fingers moved—not to strike, but to pluck a single whisker from Korin's face.
"Ouch!"
Goku stepped aside, allowing himself a small smirk as he flicked the whisker away. "I won."
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