After receiving the Dragon Ball radar, Yamiru unexpectedly learned that the Saiyan's native S-cells inside Son Goku's body had been rapidly proliferating due to his increasingly calm heart as he trained in the Turtle School style. This news gave him a sense of relief—at least he wouldn't have to worry about Goku losing the chance to become a Super Saiyan due to the minor influence of his small butterfly effect.
In fact, one could say that Goku was naturally destined to become a Super Saiyan.
The pure and good nature was not unique to Goku; even the original Kakarot had such a disposition.
Looking at Bardock's family of four, it seemed that only Raditz was the "most Saiyan-like" of them all.
However, if you think about it, Raditz, who was no stronger than a weakling and barely surpassed a Saibamen, had to follow Vegeta's harsh and strict ways just to survive. No matter what Raditz's nature really was, it seemed like his only way to stay alive was to adhere to Vegeta's every move.
After all, Vegeta was the kind of ruthless prince who would not hesitate to kill a fellow Saiyan. Just like he did to Nappa, after he lost his leg movement(manga) and brought shame to their race.
Imagine if Raditz had shown any "merciful" behavior that tarnished the Saiyan's dignity in front of Vegeta. Wouldn't he be disposed of just like trash by Vegeta?
Yamiru felt like he was overthinking, but once his mind started wandering, it was hard to stop — he even wondered if Raditz's strange spiky hair was a result of a genetic mutation in the Bardock family! It felt so out of place. Could it be that... Raditz's hairstyle was deliberately trying to imitate Vegeta's? But Saiyan hairstyles were supposed to be fixed by nature. Did Raditz take extra care of that spiky hair?
"Yamiru, and you still say you're not a Vegeta hater!" Yamiru muttered to himself, then smiled. This kind of brain-storming behavior, as if he were just casually posting random thoughts on an online forum, brought back memories of his previous life. It was quite nostalgic.
In any case, what Yamiru could now fully confirm was that as long as Goku had a considerable base combat power in the future, even if his life path deviated, Yamiru was 99% sure he could help this kid become a Super Saiyan! Just like Goku managed to train the million-level combat power of Gohan into a Super Saiyan at full power in a short time. Yamiru believed that, as a transmigrator, helping this little genius Goku become a Super Saiyan was almost guaranteed.
The S-cells? Goku had plenty of those on his own.
The trigger of anger? That was actually not as difficult as it seemed. Once you knew about it, it wasn't surprising. And as someone who specialized in spoilers, Yamiru knew exactly how to manipulate Goku's emotions — Goku could stir up Gohan's anger with just a few words, so Yamiru believed that it wouldn't be hard.
As for the base combat power, there was no need to worry. Training on King Kai's planet, under 100x gravity, the near-death revival cheat, the Grand Elder unlocking his potential — if Yamiru wanted Goku to increase his combat power, he could do it without breaking a sweat. If that didn't work, he could always ask the Dragon for something like the fruit of might.
Lost in his thoughts, Yamiru realized that his mission at Bulma's house was nearly complete.
He was about to leave and start gathering the Dragon Balls with Goku.
However, as he was about to say his goodbyes, Bulma, with her little backpack, appeared out of nowhere and followed them.
"What are you doing?" Yamiru was startled.
"I'm going with you to find the Dragon Balls," Bulma said, tilting her head.
"Stop joking around," Yamiru replied.
What was this little girl trying to do? With her princess-like status, Yamiru was genuinely concerned she might hurt herself. Who would be responsible for that?.
Bulma frowned. "I'm not joking. School is so boring, and I also want to go meet my sister."
However, Yamiru reconsidered. This little girl was very mature for her age and independent-minded. If she really wanted to search for the Dragon Balls, even if he and Goku didn't take her along, she could easily make a new Dragon Ball radar herself and go on the hunt. Wouldn't that be even more dangerous? With Bulma's energy wave gun, which could rival the Turtle School Kamehameha, who knew how many large animals and villains she'd end up exterminating if she went out on her own?
Yamiru made up his mind and asked Dr. Brief, "Doctor, what should we do?"
Dr. Brief smiled cheerfully and said, "When Bulma wants something, she always makes her own decisions. No need to ask us."
Yamiru was taken aback. "Is this how you raise your kids?"
Mrs. Brief also smiled warmly, "Not just Bulma, but Tights also grew up the same way! They've both turned out to be outstanding children!"
With that, Mrs. Brief enthusiastically invited the brothers to stay for dinner.
Yamiru wasn't particularly hungry, but considering his brother beside him, he thought it would be nice to let him enjoy a good meal. His feelings for Goku were a mix of brotherly camaraderie, admiration as a rival or idol, and a subtle sense of... almost paternal care. He couldn't help but want this kid to live a happy life.
Bulma didn't mind, as long as she was certain she could go out for a stroll.
As night deepened, Son Goku once again showcased his extraordinary eating capacity, reminding the Brief family of the Saiyan's legendary appetite after two years.
Bulma, holding a knife and fork, stared dumbfounded at the whirlwind that was Son Goku.
Mrs. Brief kept moving plate after plate of delicious dishes toward Goku, occasionally clapping her hands to signal the servants to bring more food. It seemed like she was playing a feeding game and found it highly amusing — how often did she get to play this "feeding play" with someone who could eat so much?
Goku, of course, welcomed it all, devouring everything in sight, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Dr. Brief, seeing that Yamiru had eaten a good amount, though not as much as the smaller Goku, chuckled and remarked, "Saiyans really are different from us Earthlings."
Yamiru nodded in agreement, "That's right, especially their stomachs!"
He had witnessed it firsthand — whether it was scorpions or lizards, Goku could eat them when hungry without any discomfort. It seemed that Saiyans had incredibly robust digestive systems and could even digest ordinary toxins. If they were in a primitive world without fire, the Brief family would likely have perished in a week. Yamiru, without using Ki, might last a few months, but Goku would surely survive until the end.
After dinner, Dr. and Mrs. Brief went off to make some preparations that were commonly needed for traveling.
For example, extra houses, cars, planes, high-end sound systems, and various kitchen types—all with capsule models ready for any emergency.
"Oh, by the way," Mrs. Brief hummed as she remembered something and began rummaging through the capsules, "Bulma can't cook, so let's take some robot chefs too!"
Yamiru didn't know what else Dr. and Mrs. Brief were packing into Bulma's small backpack, so he wandered alone in the garden of the Brief house, wondering if Tights had ever gotten lost as a child — after all, she didn't have the high intelligence of her younger sister. Just as he was lost in thought, Son Goku came running over excitedly, with a sweating Bulma trailing behind him.
"Yamiru, look!" Goku shouted, holding up the Dragon Ball radar in one hand and a shining orange sphere with two red stars embedded in it in the other. "I found it at Bulma's house!"
Breathing heavily, Bulma caught up and said joyfully, "When Goku was playing with the radar, he found a Dragon Ball nearby, and we found this Two-Star Dragon Ball in our old warehouse!"
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