Dragon Ball Human

"Little girl, what you're doing isn't very nice, is it?" 

Mutaito—of average height but solidly built—spoke these words, standing beside Piccolo, whose towering presence loomed like an impenetrable concrete wall. 

The purple-haired girl in sorceress robes clutched her crystal ball, glancing between the two figures whose shadows alone engulfed her entirely. 

She quickly assessed the situation. 

Yet, she retorted, "I earned this money fair and square from fools. What's wrong with that?" 

Mutaito scratched his head—he wasn't great at lecturing. 

"The issue isn't what you think is right or wrong," Piccolo said coldly, arms crossed. "It's what we think—and we say this is wrong." 

Mutaito felt that approach might be too harsh, but the girl just stared into her crystal ball and sighed. "Fine, I'll return the money—to the police station. But on one condition." She looked up at Mutaito with hopeful eyes. (Clearly, that tactic wouldn't work on the other one.) "Deal, mister?" 

"I'm only twenty-nine," Mutaito muttered. "Do I really look that old?" 

The girl shrugged. "I'm nine. You could be my dad." 

Piccolo cut in, "What's the condition?" 

"Can you two fight?" Her eyes sparkled. "I love watching people fight, especially big, muscular guys—and you two look like you know your stuff. You probably brawl all the time anyway, so what's one more match for me?" 

What kind of weird hobby is this?! Mutaito almost agreed, but Piccolo coldly refused. "We have things to do. No time for games." 

"Come on, it'll just take a minute!" The girl pouted, already considering whether to give them stomachaches as payback. Experience told her even the toughest men folded when their guts rebelled. 

Mutaito, ever honest, saw no reason to hide their goal. "We're looking for the legendary Korin Tower. They say a god lives there." 

The girl's expression shifted instantly—her eyes sharpened with interest. 

"Found it yet?" she asked. 

Of course not. Mutaito grimaced, glancing at Piccolo, whose face remained as unreadable as ever. 

The girl suddenly smiled. "Then I'll take you there! My fee? I want to watch you fight." 

"You?" Even Piccolo looked surprised. 

"Don't give me that look. I've actually been waiting for you—well, someone like you." She patted her crystal ball. "A long time ago, I did a reading for myself. It said I'd meet a powerful master in this city. Now that I think about it, that 'god' you mentioned must be them, right?" 

She rambled rapidly, "If it's some mythical place, a weak little girl like me couldn't go alone. So the reading led me here to find my escorts—you two. Yeah, that makes sense." 

"A 'long time ago'? You're nine," Mutaito said, bafflement plastered on his face. "And you're a scammer. Can you actually divine the future?" 

"Who says scammers can't be real psychics?" the girl shot back. "And who says a four-year-old can't do readings?" 

Mutaito's look now screamed This kid's a gremlin. "Then why scam people if you can really see the future?" 

The girl shrugged. "Here's a tip: Accurate prophecies don't always make clients happy." 

"You mean stealing with telekinesis is easier," Piccolo deadpanned. 

The girl rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. When you're a tiny girl staring down a four-meter-tall brute pissed about his fortune, then you can judge. How noble of you!" 

Piccolo's eyes flickered with an uncontrollable sharpness at her sarcastic remark... 

"Alright, alright, no need to argue. We're going to be companions from now on, right?" Mutaito quickly shifted gears, diffusing the tension between them. He turned to the girl for confirmation: "You'll divine the direction to Korin Tower and travel with us, correct?" 

The girl nodded rapidly. 

Mutaito added, "And all the wallets go to the police station." 

The girl asked reluctantly, "All of them?" 

Mutaito rubbed his stomach thoughtfully, and just as the girl thought there might be room for negotiation, he sighed regretfully. "Yeah, all of them." 

Weirdos, the girl concluded. Both of them are weirdos. 

After leaving the police station, Mutaito urged the girl to divine Korin Tower's location. She pouted, "I still haven't seen you two fight yet!" 

"We're going to Korin Tower to train. There'll be plenty of chances to fight later," Mutaito said. "Who knows? We might even get to fight the god! Wouldn't that be more exciting? Just do the divination already." 

"You're looking for a god... to fight him?" The girl found this unbelievable. 

"To train," Mutaito corrected. 

The girl reluctantly began her divination. 

"Well?" Mutaito pressed eagerly. Even the usually indifferent Piccolo subtly pricked up his ears nearby. 

Squinting at the images forming inside her crystal ball, the girl announced, "The divination says there's no way you two can beat my future master!" 

"Who asked you to divine that?" Mutaito nearly fainted, then added stubbornly, "Is the god really that strong? I don't buy it. With enough training, I will get stronger—strong enough to surpass him." 

Piccolo remained silent. 

Meanwhile, the girl muttered in confusion, "This reading is strange... Is it because we have a clear reference like 'god' now? But why does it seem like... there's more than one god?" 

"Huh?" Mutaito didn't catch it. 

The girl tapped her crystal ball, trying to get a clearer view. 

Under the influence of her divination magic, the hazy images in the crystal ball gradually sharpened... 

Not just the girl and Mutaito—even Piccolo, with his far superior eyesight compared to any Earthling, watched the crystal ball from the corner of his eye. 

The blurred glow slowly dissipated, revealing the silhouette of a white-robed man, shrouded in mist and clouds. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned his head—still wearing an animal mask—and looked back in their direction, directly meeting their gaze through the divination. 

In that instant... 

Even through the crystal ball, the girl, Mutaito, and Piccolo felt an indescribable pressure, so intense it stole their breath. 

Then— 

Crack. Crack-crack— 

Fissures spiderwebbed from within the crystal ball before it finally exploded with a POP, shattering into fragments before them. 

All three exhaled sharply, only then realizing their backs were drenched in cold sweat. Swallowing dryly, they exchanged glances, each seeing the same awe reflected in the others' eyes.