Dragon Ball Human

The interruption snapped Jiora out of Yamiru's rhythm.

Instead of humoring Yamiru's playful "Where were we?" remark, Jiora frowned and asked, "Did you just say you can help me get home?"

"Yep."

"You've got a lot of money?" Jiora glanced at Yamiru's four pockets.

"Stop looking. This is everything I own," Yamiru said bluntly and honestly. "Giving you 17 million is impossible. Even if you cut me into pieces and sold them, it wouldn't be enough."

Truth be told, after accepting that he had ended up on Dragon Ball's Earth, he'd lost all interest in money.

Food, clothing, and shelter? As long as he could eat enough to survive, that was good enough.

If he couldn't stay warm, so what? He'd treat it as a way to temper his body. If his accommodations weren't comfortable, no problem. He'd take it as training for his willpower. And transportation? With his own two feet, any way of traveling was possible.

In this world, there were clearly things far more worth pursuing than money.

Jiora was dumbfounded. "So... you've got a lot of gold, then?"

Yamiru looked at him like he was an idiot. "Dude, this isn't your home planet; this is Earth! Here, 'I've got a lot of gold' is the same as saying 'I've got a lot of money.' I told you, this is all I've got."

"Then how can you help me get home?" Jiora began to doubt this Earthling kid's intelligence. "You just happened to run into me while I was handling a case, and because of your... what do you call it?"

"Golden Veil."

"Because of your 'Golden Veil' ability, you managed to see my true form and had the audacity to confront me and expose my disguise? You even saw me kill those two people. And let's be honest, before this conversation, you didn't know anything about my stance or intentions. Aren't you afraid I'll get angry and kill you for wasting my time?"

Yamiru stared at Jiora. Perhaps it was due to their different species, but he couldn't read much from Jiora's expression.

"Let's just say I've got guts," Yamiru replied with a shrug.

Even he couldn't fully understand where he'd found the courage to approach the police station in the first place. Was it because Jiora's "character setup" was similar to a tokusatsu superhero, making him likely a "good guy"? Or maybe... because he believed that if this suspected alien was truly a villain, the gods above would surely intervene?

He smiled and said, "Well, now it's confirmed, isn't it? You're a righteous law enforcer who wouldn't harm me for no reason. Besides, I never said that I'd personally provide you with money—or gold—for your journey home, right?"

Maybe it's because my sense of justice is too overwhelming! That's why this kid instinctively thinks I'm not a bad guy, Jiora mused to himself. Then he keenly caught the implication in Yamiru's words, his expression shifting slightly as he asked, "Are you suggesting... someone else would provide it?"

"Exactly," Yamiru nodded. "Seventeen million is nothing. There are plenty of rich people on Earth! For them, this amount might not even cover a single meal."

He added silently: Besides, the currency here on Dragon Ball's Earth, Zeni, has about the same purchasing power as the yen...

"Is that so?" Jiora was skeptical, eyeing Yamiru's plain attire—a simple fabric shirt, pants, and shoes. Even with the limited perspective Jiora had gained through his host, he could tell Yamiru looked like a struggling kid from some remote backwater. "Do you even know any of these Earth billionaires?"

Yamiru grinned. "Why do I have to know them? As long as I can help you make the deal, that's all that matters!"

"Deal?"

"You need money. You exchange something you have for it, and I just act as the intermediary connecting you two."

"Something I have…"

Jiora glanced down at himself. The only thing on him was his close-fitting battle armor. Realizing what Yamiru meant, he said, "You're asking me to hand over my weapons and equipment?"

Yamiru nodded. "And your spacecraft! Earth's aerospace technology is still far behind yours…"

He recalled from the manga that even Earth's most advanced spacecraft at the time, as calculated by Bulma, would take… how long was it again? He forgot exactly—probably thousands and thousands of years (note: 4,339 years and three months) to reach Namek. And Saiyan ships? Namekian ships? They measured travel in days! The technological gap was truly worlds apart.

If he could use this opportunity to let Bulma—no, at this time, Bulma was still young. It would have to be her father, Dr. Brief—unlock Earth's aerospace technology earlier, it would be a significant achievement.

Yes, Yamiru's plan was to act as the middleman, connecting Jiora with Dr. Brief.

Of course, as the middleman, Yamiru was definitely thinking about earning a little "commission" in the process...

"It's not that I underestimate you..." Jiora said at this point. "Even if I handed over my battle armor or even my spacecraft, I doubt your planet has the technological level to make anything of it. You should know that the gap in technology might be even harder to bridge than the gap in strength between warriors."

Hearing this, Yamiru was immediately displeased. Though this Earth was not his Earth, it still shared the name, and Yamiru proudly considered himself an Earthling.

Hearing his home planet so belittled, he retorted, "Don't underestimate us Earthlings, alien buddy. Even if you came from some advanced civilization like Three-Body, there are geniuses on this planet who can bridge any technological gap…" Seeing Jiora's unimpressed expression, as if saying, "I'll just listen to your boasting", Yamiru pointed to the pocket where Jiora had stashed the capsule containing his spacecraft. "Otherwise, how do you explain that?"

"I can responsibly tell you," Yamiru continued, "that the capsule you, an all-knowing alien, use without hesitation was created by a certain Earth scientist back when he was young, just so he could provide a comfortable life for his wife and daughter. He invented it, earned a bit of money, and accidentally became the richest man in the world. That's all. Now, how do you think this little thing compares to your technology?"

He described Dr. Brief as if the man were a godlike genius who could casually invent the capsule and become a global billionaire just by snapping his fingers.

Though, to be fair, that seemed pretty close to the truth...

Jiora took out the capsule, admitting reluctantly, "The spatial folding technology is indeed a product that surpasses the average technological level of the galaxy."

"So, you don't need to worry about Earth's scientific talent," Yamiru said. "The person I'll introduce you to is the very inventor of that capsule! He's one of the most brilliant minds on Earth. As the richest man in the world, if you lend him your equipment for research, I'm sure that in exchange for something as trivial as 17 million worth of gold, he'd be more than happy to help. He might even upgrade your spacecraft in every possible way."

After all, this was the same genius who, in just a few days, modified Kakarot's small spherical spacecraft into a massive gravity chamber capable of training under 100 times Earth's gravity!

"Alright, I believe you," Jiora nodded. "But there's one problem."

"What is it?"

"According to the rules of the Biretijon Law Enforcement Squad," Jiora explained calmly, "members—including myself—are prohibited from leaking technological equipment, such as spacecraft and energy weapons, to other planets."

Yamiru's face twisted into a grimace. "..." You're only saying this now?!

Deep breaths...

Deep breaths...

"Deep brea—huh?" Yamiru abruptly opened his eyes and turned to look at the now-depleted spacecraft belonging to the two frog-like aliens lying nearby.

"Hmm?" Jiora also caught on.

"Their spacecraft shouldn't fall under your enforcement squad's rules, right?" Yamiru asked, walking over and giving the ship a kick, the metallic clanging echoing.

"Hmm..." Jiora pondered for 0.9 seconds before nodding decisively. "Let's go. Lead the way!"

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