Dragon Ball Human

"Thud!"

The boy's body was sent flying by an elbow strike, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

"Ha... ha..."

Yamiru panted continuously, his body covered in injuries, lying on the grass by the small stream in the garden, staring at the vast blue sky, his golden eyes dimmed considerably.

This was already the second day since he asked Jiora to teach him martial arts.

The entire afternoon yesterday, plus the entire morning today, aside from necessary rest and meal breaks, he had been sparring with Jiora on this patch of grass.

Well, saying it was a sparring match was kind of flattering.

To describe it more accurately... it was more like he was the one being mercilessly beaten.

"What's wrong? Have you reached your limit?" Jiora, the giant standing over two meters tall, remained as calm as ever, barely winded.

Yamiru lay still, trembling, and weakly lifted a finger. "One minute! I just need one minute..." Thud, his finger dropped limply back to the grass.

He closed his eyes, sealed his mouth, and only breathed through his nose, his chest rising and falling loudly.

Huff, huff—Yamiru's mind replayed the various attack patterns of Jiora. These images flashed and flickered in front of his closed eyes, initially chaotic, with one segment blending into another. But gradually, as Yamiru focused, the images became clearer. His breathing gradually stabilized. The images before his eyes faded in color, turning into slow-motion black-and-white footage, with only Jiora's attacking limbs standing out in full color, highlighted for emphasis.

Jiora stood on the grass and asked, "Can you get up?"

Yamiru's back muscles tensed, and with a burst of force, he pushed himself off the ground, his upper body rising. His waist and hips powered the movement, and his feet stayed rooted to the ground, as if nailed there, as he smoothly transitioned from lying down to standing.

"Oh?" Jiora's eyes brightened. "Looks like you've indeed made progress!"

Yamiru smiled, his golden eyes still gleaming, and said, "Continue!"

"Hey!"

At this moment, a childish voice interrupted the two.

Yamiru and Jiora looked over to see it was Bulma, the young girl, accompanied by a robot servant. She said, "It's time for lunch. I brought it for you."

The robot servant glided over to them, transforming into a simple dining table with a series of clunking sounds.

"Let's take a break then," Jiora said, clearly also feeling hungry.

"Alright," Yamiru sniffed, wiping his nose, which was tinged with a little blood. His body was sore all over, and he felt thoroughly exhausted.

He walked over to the portable table, which extended a folding chair for him to sit in.

Once Jiora sat down as well, the table's mechanism activated, bringing out plates of food—both hot and cold dishes, soup, drinks, and a few plates of sweet desserts like ice cream.

Clink clink The two exerted themselves physically and ate in silence, their hunger taking precedence.

A little girl also leaned over the table, reaching for some dessert. The robot cleverly moved the sweets toward her.

"Thank you," Bulma said, not bothering with a spoon as she started licking the ice cream directly.

As she licked, she noticed that the two men were talking about things like "fighting," "combat," and "martial arts," topics that Bulma couldn't be bothered to pay attention to.

"...You don't understand ki, but how can you fly, then?" Bulma glanced at the sweets around her mouth and silently observed Yamiru, who was looking at Jiora in confusion. She thought it was strange—humans aren't airplanes, so how could they fly? But, if it was some sort of superpower, it did seem possible. Then, she saw Jiora, his mouth full of food, mumbling incoherently.

"I really... don't understand what you mean by ki... but as for flying... gulp." Jiora swallowed a large bite and then asked, "Can you answer me this: How did you master the ability to swallow food?"

Bulma's mind instinctively flashed with a detailed explanation and analysis about biological swallowing behavior, like the reflex of muscles and the nervous system...

"Isn't that just a biological instinct...?" Yamiru blurted out, suddenly realizing, "So, you mean, for you, flying is a natural instinct, like eating or breathing?"

Jiora nodded. "Yeah, isn't it just like that?"

Yamiru had more questions. "But if you don't understand ki, then how do you release energy waves from your palms or mouth?"

"Energy waves? I don't have that ability!" Jiora said straightforwardly. "Just like I naturally mastered the ability to fly as I grew, the ability to release biological energy waves... depends on the species and individual. In our team, there are indeed people who can release energy waves from their bodies, but I'm not one of them."

As he spoke, he pressed a button on the right side of his chest armor, causing a "toy gun" to pop out.

It was the same energy gun Yamiru had seen earlier—the one that disintegrated the toad monster with a single shot.

"Otherwise, why would I be equipped with this weapon?" Jiora explained. "But actually, I've asked my teammates who can release biological energy waves, and they couldn't explain it clearly either. Just like how we all instinctively learn to fly, they too just naturally started releasing energy waves as they grew."

Yamiru frowned. With his mindset, it was hard for him to understand this behavior—being able to use something without understanding its underlying principles.

He couldn't grasp how someone who hadn't mastered "ki" could still use techniques that relied on it. How did they do it?

Bulma's hand reached toward the energy gun in Jiora's hand.

Jiora turned his head and met the little girl's gaze.

"You want it?" he asked.

"Mm." Bulma's small hand still had some dessert stains on it. "I just want to take a look."

Jiora said, "This is very dangerous. I can't give it to you."

Bulma didn't let go and explained, "I also have a Photon gun. I want to compare and see which one is stronger." She paused and added, "I made it! It was my gift to myself when I turned one."

Jiora laughed. With the technology of his home planet, how could it lose to a... little Earth girl... who was just one year old... making things on her own? He suddenly realized and widened his eyes, asking, "You made your own research and inventions when you were just one year old?"

"Is that hard?" Bulma didn't quite understand the level of ordinary people.

"..." Jiora paused for a moment in silence but didn't let go. "You can compare it with your gun, but it's safer if I hold it."

That was fine with Bulma. She happily jumped off the table and went to find her light wave gun. After returning from South City, she had no idea where she'd thrown the gun's capsule in her room...

"Since you can fly without needing to learn Ki" Yamiru temporarily put his confusion aside and tried asking, "Can I learn it?"

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