Goku and Krillin had only just begun their training under Master Roshi, but the old man wasted no time in putting them to work.
That morning, I watched them struggle across the island, each carrying a heavy turtle shell on their back as they delivered milk from house to house.
It was… confusing.
I crossed my arms. "Master Roshi… how exactly does delivering milk make them stronger?"
Roshi smiled behind his sunglasses. "It's simple. Strength is nothing without stamina. This builds endurance, discipline, and heart."
I walked over and lifted one of the shells they had set on the ground.
…It felt like lifting a pillow.
If this was helping Goku and Krillin, I needed something far heavier.
And there was only one person on Earth capable of making weight that mattered to a Saiyan.
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A Visit to Kami
Kami greeted me at the top of his Lookout, his expression calm and unreadable as always.
"I need a favor," I said bluntly. "I know you're not obligated to help me, but you're one of the few people on this planet who actually can."
Kami folded his hands behind his back. "Tell me what you seek."
"Master Roshi's turtle shells are helping my brother build strength. I want something similar—training weights heavy enough to challenge me."
Kami nodded once, then lifted his hand. In a flash of light, a set of clothing materialized on the tiles:
a weighted shirt, wristbands, and boots.
I picked up one wristband and nearly dropped it—this was significantly heavier than the shell.
I slipped the gear on. My movements slowed immediately, my limbs weighed down, but not restricted enough to be dangerous.
"I wish they were heavier," I muttered, rolling my shoulders. "But I'll take what I can get."
Kami smiled faintly. "You're wondering why I helped you so freely."
I didn't deny it. "Yes. What do you gain from this?"
"It is an investment," he said. "Just as Korin once invested in Roshi. One day, you may help defend this world. I'm simply ensuring you have the tools to do so."
I bowed my head slightly. "Thank you."
Then, as always, I returned to work as a bounty hunter—earning money for food and training, and keeping my skills sharp—before heading back to Roshi's to see how Goku and Krillin were doing.
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Chaos at Kame House
The moment I arrived… I smelled it.
"Oh no."
Master Roshi, Krillin, and Launch were huddled near the bathroom door, all clutching their stomachs and groaning in agony.
Goku waved at me cheerfully from the table—completely fine.
"They had a test!" he explained. "Master Roshi threw a stone down a valley, and whoever brought it back first got dinner. Krillin tricked me, so Launch only cooked for him! Then they ate it!"
Ah.
So the problem wasn't Launch's cooking… but Launch's other cooking.
Poor them.
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Teaching the Ozaru
"I want to train you too," I told Goku after the chaos settled.
"Not just martial arts—your Saiyan side. You need to learn to control your Ozaru form."
His eyes lit up. "Really?! Yes! Please!"
I flew him to a secluded valley far from civilization.
To train him properly, I created a small artificial moon—just enough Blutz Waves to trigger the transformation.
"Take off your clothes," I said simply.
He blinked at me. "Uh… okay?"
He still didn't understand Saiyan practicality with nudity, but he didn't argue.
We stepped out of our clothes, and under the moonlight, we transformed.
Goku's Ozaru form was noticeably smaller and weaker than mine—but that didn't matter.
This wasn't about power.
It was about identity.
He roared, fists pounding against the ground, but I grabbed him by the shoulders and held him steady.
"Listen to me!" I shouted over his growls. "This form doesn't control you unless you let it! You are Goku—you choose what you destroy!"
His movements slowed.
His eyes softened.
He was thinking.
Good.
"If you master this," I said, "you won't have to fear what happened to Grandpa Gohan ever again."
I didn't say the rest out loud—but the truth was burning inside me:
We are some of the last Saiyans left. If we don't remember who we are… our people will die twice.
And someday, Vegeta, Nappa—and maybe even Frieza—would come.
When that day arrived, Goku and I had to be ready.