Saiyan of Gotham

The Wayne Manor gym echoed with the hum of alien technology. In the center of the room, a modified Saiyan pod—its once-alien surface now embedded with WayneTech monitors and reinforced safety rails—stood open. Thomas Wayne and Lucius Fox had spent months making the pod safe for human use, blending Saiyan training protocols with Earth's best engineering.

Ojaga and Bruce stood side by side inside the pod, both in custom training suits. The pod's interior glowed softly as the simulation began: gravity increased, holographic obstacles flickered into life, and the air thickened with challenge.

Bruce grinned, sweat already beading on his brow. "Ready?"

Ojaga nodded, his expression calm but determined. He moved with a natural grace, his features—sharp jaw, intense eyes—eerily reminiscent of Thomas Wayne in his youth. Some teachers would later whisper about the uncanny likeness. What no one outside the family knew: those same eyes also mirrored a legendary Saiyan exiled long ago.

They trained together, pushing limits. Bruce adapted quickly, copying Ojaga's movements. Ojaga, for his part, felt energy surge through him—he was still hungry, but the pod's nutrient system, now calibrated by Lucius, helped.

After training, the boys changed into school uniforms. Alfred drove them to Gotham Academy, the city's finest private school. Ojaga kept his tail tightly wrapped beneath his shirt, every movement careful.

The schoolyard was a blur of voices and color. Ojaga and Bruce walked together, drawing some stares—two Waynes, one with an uncanny resemblance to their famous father.

A group of older boys blocked their path. The tallest, a broad-shouldered kid with a smirk, stepped forward. "Well, well. If it isn't Gotham's princes. Think you're better than us?"

Bruce's eyes narrowed, but Ojaga simply watched, silent and steady.

Before the tension could escalate, a cheerful voice cut in. "Ignore them. They're just jealous."

A boy with a crooked smile and quick eyes stepped between the groups. "Name's Harvey. Harvey Dent. You guys new?"

Bruce relaxed. "Yeah. I'm Bruce. This is my brother, Ojaga."

Harvey grinned. "Stick with me. I know all the hiding spots—and the best lunch tables."

A few other kids joined: shy, bookish Pamela; tall, athletic Oswald; and clever, quiet Edward. Each introduced themselves, curiosity flickering in their eyes as they sized up the new arrivals.

The day passed with lessons and laughter, but also with moments of tension. The bullies watched from afar, but Harvey and the others made sure the Waynes weren't alone.

At lunch, Harvey leaned in. "You two really look alike. Ojaga, you've got your dad's eyes."

Ojaga smiled, a flicker of pride and something older in his gaze. "So I've been told."