Dragon Ball Human

"..."

Jiora remained silent for a few seconds after hearing Yamiru's words, then instead of returning to his human form as Chapat, he crouched down.

"This feels much more comfortable."

Yamiru twisted his neck and spoke in a casual, rambling tone. "Don't think just because I'm young I don't take care of my body. It's rare to have such a good physique, and I need to maintain it."

Jiora asked, "You came to find me for some purpose?"

Yamiru didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took a few steps back and gestured as though holding a camera, pointing it at Jiora's face. Without warning, he asked, "You're not human, are you?"

Jiora didn't deny it. Instead, he asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Because your face looks way too much like Freeza's... because the two frog monsters you killed also have weapons and equipment that resemble those used by Freeza's army... The technology definitely isn't from Earth!" Yamiru responded. "Among the different classifications of humans on Earth, there aren't any that are sometimes normal, sometimes monster-like."

"Humans are classified in many ways?" Jiora asked in surprise, almost to himself. "Your place is too remote, and the information about Earth on the mother planet is far behind..." Before Yamiru could answer, Jiora seemed to search through Chapat's memories and quickly realized, "So, you have animal-people and monster-people here. How strange. Why not just exclude them from the human category?"

"Maybe we all came from the same ancestor at some point!" Yamiru replied casually, then pointed out the key part of Jiora's words, "'Mother planet,' so you really are from another planet! Can you tell me where you're from? The two monsters you killed earlier... It looked like you knew them, so they probably aren't Earthlings either, right?"

"That's right. I'm from a planet called Biretijon. And my name is Jiora." The alien answered. "The two I killed earlier were murderers I had been tracking in space before coming to Earth. Our appearance here was purely an accident."

"Accident? What kind of accident?"

"You ask too many questions, Earth boy."

"Then let me ask a few, and then I'll let you ask."

Jiora said calmly: "Then… what's your name? Is it because of your eyes that you can see my true appearance?"

"My name is Sato Yamiru, and Yes." Yamiru answered quickly, and then asked, "It's my turn now. What's the accident?"

"..." Ziolan was silent for a few seconds again, then stood up and grabbed Yamiru by the back of his collar, "Come with me."

Yamiru only felt that his feet were suddenly lifted off the air.

He had not experienced it properly the last time, because after being slapped away by the old man, his consciousness was totally screwd, So strictly speaking, being carried in the sky by Jiora should be the first time that Yamiru experienced the feeling of flying while sober.

"No..." As soon as Yamiru opened his mouth, he felt the wind rushing into his mouth, and his voice became distorted.

Like an eagle clutching a chick, Jiora carried Yamiru over a mountain range and returned to the vicinity of the area where he had previously eliminated the two frog monsters.

"Look below." Jiora descended with Yamiru.

Yamiru looked down.

There, on the ground, was... a spacecraft?

"This is the spacecraft of the two criminals. After I eliminated them, I was planning to find their spacecraft and leave, but I didn't expect their fuel to run out…" Jiora's tone was calm, but a hint of frustration was present. "And the accident I mentioned was that my own spacecraft's fuel core was damaged, and the fuel leaked out."

"So, you can't actually return to your home planet now?"

Yamiru said, feeling uncomfortable as he twisted his body, complaining, "I say, can you put me down? It's so uncomfortable with you grabbing the back of my collar like this…"

Jiora lowered him to the ground.

Yamiru's feet touched the earth, feeling a sense of grounding, and he thought to himself:"If only I could fly too!"

Jiora took something small from his body and threw it onto the ground. There was a bang, and after a cloud of smoke dissipated, a flying device appeared that Yamiru had never seen before...

Of course, "Yamiru had never seen" this was not much of a standard, since he had never seen any kind of spacecraft, whether Earth-made or alien-made... But what really caught Yamiru's attention was not the spacecraft itself, but his astonishment when he asked, "You aliens have capsule technology too?"

The bang just now\... that was definitely a transformation capsule.

Yamiru anxiously thought:"Our space technology might be inferior to theirs, and our energy detection tech too... but how is it that even the signature technology, transformation capsules, has been surpassed by them?"

Jiora looked at Yamiru in confusion and shook his head, saying, "This is a capsule Chapat used himself. I'm just using it to carry my spacecraft."

Yamiru: "...Why didn't you say that earlier?"

"The damaged flight core was quickly repaired after I made an emergency landing," Jiora said, walking over and tapping the exterior of the spacecraft, adding with regret, "But unfortunately, during the landing, most of the fuel in the core leaked out... To replenish enough fuel to return to my home planet..." He shook his head gravely.

Yamiru glanced at the expression on Jiora's face, recognizing the look all too well.

"Bro, you're short on cash, aren't you?" he tried to ask.

"Yeah!" Jiora sighed heavily, "The cost of living on Earth is way too high! The energy materials that are common on my planet are considered precious metals here... Sigh!"

Yamiru: "...Gold?"

Jiora nodded solemnly.

Yamiru was speechless: "You guys use gold as fuel?"

Jiora nodded firmly.

What a place—where gold is literally everywhere!

Yamiru remained calm on the surface, but in his mind, he was already making plans, deciding that when the opportunity arose, he'd definitely visit this guy's home planet! And maybe bring back some "cheap" local specialties...

The conversation continued with back-and-forth questions. When Yamiru learned that Jiora needed a full 17 million in currency to gather enough raw materials, his mind raced.

Yamiru then pointed to the chest armor Jiora was wearing and asked, "The gun you used to kill the first frog monster, is that standard equipment on your planet?"

"Frog monster?" Jiora was puzzled, then nodded, "Right, the energy gun on my left side, and the one on my right is..."

He pressed a button on the right side of his chest armor, and with a whoosh, a blade-like device appeared, which he grasped and transformed into a long sword.

"A knife."

Yamiru observed the cold, sharp edge of the long sword in Jiora's hand and didn't doubt its sharpness for a second. The weapon on the left had obliterated a frog monster with a single shot, so this sword's power would definitely not be any less.

"Cough, cough!"

Yamiru pretended to cough twice, then smiled as he asked, "You asked me what my purpose was for finding you, right? Well, I'll tell you now. I can help you get home."

Jiora returned the sword to its original form, looking at Yamiru in surprise, "But you only just found out that I'm from another planet, didn't you?"

"Does the order of events really matter?" Yamiru waved his hand and asked seriously, "Let me ask you, how long do you think it would take you to save 17 million with just your—oh, I mean the salary of Chapat, the police officer you've possessed?"

Jiora's expression changed, and he was about to speak.

Yamiru interrupted, "Even if you don't eat or drink for 365 days a year, and rely solely on Chapat's pathetic salary as an ordinary small-town police officer, it would still take at least ten, maybe twenty or thirty years to save that much... Can you stay on Earth for at least twenty years?"

Jiora's face grew darker.

"Even if you're an alien, can you really survive without eating or drinking?" Yamiru pressed.

Jiora inhaled deeply and nodded.

"Good, eating and drinking still cost money, right? Chapat's not from the countryside, he works in Slope City, so he must have a place to rent—does he?"

Jiora nodded slowly, reluctantly.

"Renting a place costs money, right? Also, you can't just wear the same clothes all year round—summer clothes, winter clothes, transitional-season clothes—you'll need at least six sets. Otherwise, your image in the police office might suffer, and you might even get sabotaged or have your salary deducted! Buying clothes costs money too."

Jiora was starting to feel overwhelmed.

"Food, clothing, housing, transportation, social interactions... if you want to live and make money on Earth, you have to pay these costs. To reach your goal of 17 million, it's going to take at least thirty years, I'm afraid. Friend, don't underestimate the hard work of humans on Earth! Do you think their lives are easy?"

Jiora's forehead was now dripping with cold sweat.

He protested, "But I'm doing part-time jobs…"

"Heroes don't earn money!" Yamiru shouted firmly and loudly. "You're a law enforcement officer, are you trying to tarnish the meaning of the word 'hero'?"

Jiora felt there was something wrong with Yamiru's words, but his sense of justice told him Yamiru was right! Heroes practice justice, help the weak—how could they ask for money?

Yamiru pressed further, "What if someone with not a single penny on them is in danger right in front of you? Would you save them or not?"

Jiora hesitated. "Not even a single penny... that's a bit much…"

"There's no shortage of rich people with three legs, but plenty of poor souls with two or one leg, isn't there? I could easily find four or five! Take me for example—I don't have a penny! If I had a knife to my throat right now, and I called out to you for help, would you really insist on taking money before saving me?"

Yamiru shouted as he pulled out all four of his pockets.

He expected to find four empty pockets, but instead, he heard the sound of money and coins hitting the ground. Yamiru looked down and saw rolls of bills and coins scattered on the floor.

Yamiru: "..."

Jiora: "..."

"Damn it, I got so worked up I forgot that the middle-aged uncle and nephew sold some bear materials and split the money today..." Yamiru quietly crouched down to pick up the bills, carefully pinching the coins, and organizing them into his jacket pocket. Then, he knelt down, widened his eyes, and searched the ground. After a while, he finally found half a bean, which he carefully placed in the deepest part of his pants pocket before standing up and patting his pants.

"Where were we?" he asked.

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