Dragon Ball Human

When a long-eared, sunglasses-wearing white rabbit, dressed like a bloated landlord, waddled from the back of the shop to the main hall, Yamiru immediately confirmed it. This was the same rabbit from the manga that once turned Bulma into a carrot.

If he remembered correctly, this fat rabbit's ability allowed him to turn others into carrots with a single handshake.

"Then I'll start by cutting off his hands."

For the first time, Yamiru felt an overwhelming desire for violence, even bloodshed.

Recalling what his Fire-Eyes had revealed earlier was enough to send a chill down his spine.

Even though he'd seen worse depictions of cruelty in movies back in his previous life, those were just films—fiction.

This fat rabbit was different. Using his ability to turn humans into carrots and then cooking them into dishes for unsuspecting customers was utterly heinous. The mere sight of his face made Yamiru nauseous.

"So, you're the one causing trouble in my shop?"

The Rabbit Boss strolled over, flanked by several henchmen. Despite his short stature, his bulk allowed him to slightly look down at Yamiru. "A little brat like you, making a mess here? Are you tired of living?"

At the same time, he seethed at his subordinates for their incompetence.

"Damn it. A kid—barely the size of a carrot—had not only escaped their ambush but had also wrecked his shop? Unacceptable!"

The Rabbit Boss's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, glinted with danger.

He reached out and patted the face of one of his henchmen—the one who had botched the ambush on Yamiru.

The man instantly turned pale, his legs giving out as he collapsed onto the floor.

The other henchmen, seeing this, didn't look any better.

Before Yamiru could respond, the frightened diners—shocked by his earlier outburst of violence—began complaining to the Rabbit Boss.

"Boss, this kid's crazy!"

"Call the police!"

"Let us out of here! It's too dangerous!"

"Don't let him off easy!"

"Lock him up in a mental hospital!"

The Rabbit Boss smiled warmly, nodding at the humans crowding around him. He shook hands with them one by one, offering comforting words: just a little madman, nothing to worry about. Our shop has top-notch security; we'll handle him in no time.

The diners started to relax slightly.

Yamiru watched coldly before suddenly speaking. "Do you all even know? This rabbit has superpowers."

The Rabbit Boss's sunglasses flashed, reflecting Yamiru's impassive face.

After exchanging whispers with his henchmen, the Rabbit Boss concluded that they had never encountered Yamiru before. Furthermore, the boy hadn't wandered around the shop after entering, just sat down at a table. There was no way he could've seen what was happening in the back.

How did he know the Rabbit Boss had superpowers?

"Superpowers?"

"He's definitely crazy."

"What a pity—a kid so young, but already insane."

"There's no such thing as superpowers in this world!"

The diners chimed in one after another.

Yamiru lowered his gaze to his feet and dryly said, "If my guess is right, this rabbit's superpower allows him to turn anyone he shakes hands with into… a carrot."

He lifted his head, scanning the diners behind the Rabbit Boss and his henchmen. They were all ordinary city folks, unremarkable in appearance. "And the carrots you just ate… were these people."

The diners' expressions changed, contorting with disgust and hostility.

"Stop spouting nonsense!"

"You're seriously ill!"

They didn't believe him at all. To them, Yamiru was just a lunatic, a boy who had suddenly gone berserk, smashing things and attacking people in the store.

But the Rabbit Boss's henchmen felt a pang of unease.

"Alright, everyone, don't panic. Let us handle this child," the Rabbit Boss said soothingly, gently patting the head of a nearby child. "I'm not sure why he's saying such ridiculous things. Superpowers? Sigh. It's all nonsense spread by tabloids and those so-called experts who harbor prejudice and discrimination against us animal-people…"

He sighed dramatically, feigning helplessness as he removed his sunglasses, his gaze fixed on Yamiru, now filled with warning and menace.

The other diners, now calmed, began speaking kindly about the Rabbit Boss. After all, what he said wasn't entirely wrong. Society did harbor biases against animal-people, branding them as inherently barbaric or crude. Many believed they possessed bizarre powers or dark sorcery, fueling fear and stereotypes.

"Go on, subdue him," the Rabbit Boss ordered his henchmen. "I'm sure this young man has calmed down by now, right?"

Yamiru remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the child under the Rabbit Boss's hand.

Everyone in the room, except Yamiru, had already shaken hands with the Rabbit Boss.

In fact, Yamiru was certain.

Every one of the Rabbit Boss's henchmen had also shaken his hand, making their lives entirely dependent on him.

To the Rabbit Boss, everyone present—except Yamiru—was nothing more than a walking, talking carrot.

Yamiru clenched his fists, which trembled slightly.

Two of the Rabbit Boss's henchmen stepped forward.

One sneered, "Kid, don't move. You know what's going on, so don't do anything stupid. Otherwise, all these people might… turn into carrots in the blink of an eye!"

The other muttered softly as he approached, almost to himself, "Why make this harder than it needs to be…"

The Rabbit Boss nodded in satisfaction as the two henchmen surrounded Yamiru, their bulk completely obscuring his small frame. But just as the Rabbit Boss thought the matter was settled, a loud crash startled everyone.

The two henchmen who had cornered Yamiru were sent flying in opposite directions.

The sneering one was struck so hard that he landed on a sharp, broken chair leg, which pierced the back of his skull, killing him instantly. The other was luckier, rolling a few times before collapsing on the ground.

At the center of it all stood Yamiru, his fist raised and his leg poised mid-kick. Backlit by the sunlight streaming through the window, his figure was hazy and indistinct, except for his piercing golden eyes that shone with an unearthly brilliance.

The Rabbit Boss's heart skipped a beat under Yamiru's glare.

"This boy knows my power. Isn't he afraid I'll turn the others into carrots?" the Rabbit Boss wondered. "Or… was my threat too subtle for him to understand?"

"Ahhh!"

"Murder!"

With one henchman's brutal death and blood pooling on the ground, some diners screamed in terror.

Yamiru pulled a small sphere from his pouch—the Sword Ball—and strode toward the Rabbit Boss.

The Rabbit Boss panicked, shoving people aside as he retreated, shouting at Yamiru, "Stop! If you know what I can do, aren't you afraid—?!"

But Yamiru didn't seem to hear his ranting, breaking into a run.

The crowd, terrified by Yamiru's actions, scrambled backward, believing him to be a deranged killer on the verge of a rampage.

The Rabbit Boss's fur stood on end under the boy's golden gaze.

He realized this human boy was dead set on taking him down. Though the Rabbit Boss didn't think much of his own actions, he understood they were far from acceptable by human moral standards. Yamiru had already figured out his abilities and wouldn't give him a chance to shake hands. Fighting wasn't the Rabbit Boss's strength, either.

As Yamiru closed in, he activated the Sword Ball, transforming it into a blade as long as himself. With a swift motion, he slashed at the Rabbit Boss.

Forced into a corner, the Rabbit Boss grabbed the child next to him and pulled him in front as a shield, shouting, "Stop!!!"

The blade stopped mid-swing.

Yamiru wasn't a master swordsman. His control over his body and muscles was only amateur at best. He couldn't guarantee precision to halt the blade just shy of the child's face without harming him. So, he firmly pressed the switch on the hilt, retracting the blade back into the Ball.

Before the Rabbit Boss could breathe a sigh of relief, Yamiru grabbed the child's shoulder with one hand while smashing his Sword Ball-wielding fist into the Rabbit Boss's face.

Bang! The Rabbit Boss's front teeth went flying.

The child, who had been yanked in front of the blade by the Rabbit Boss and now held by Yamiru, was utterly bewildered. Everything had happened so quickly that he forgot to cry.

"Don't be scared," Yamiru said, patting the boy's shoulder.

The child immediately burst into tears, only to be dragged away by his terrified parents, who retreated to hide behind the Rabbit Boss's remaining henchmen.

"You all knew about this," Yamiru said, his gaze shifting to the other henchmen. He tried to keep his tone calm, controlling his breathing as he added, "Tell me, who among you has eaten carrots made from humans?"

The henchmen stepped back, silent and unwilling to respond.

The one who had earlier sighed at Yamiru, only to be knocked to the ground, struggled to his feet. His face was ashen as he muttered, "It's too late! You shouldn't have punched it, and you definitely shouldn't have touched its face…"

Yamiru's expression darkened.

"Ha ha ha…" The Rabbit Boss, now lying on the ground, propped himself up with his hand and sneered, blood dripping from his mouth. "I don't know how you figured out the truth about the carrots, but I never said it had to be a handshake! My superpower activates with any physical contact, you fool!"

As the Rabbit Boss continued his tirade, Yamiru had already dashed forward.

A long-distance runner capable of maintaining 50 kilometers per hour unleashing a short sprint could achieve a speed far beyond that of Usain Bolt. Fueled by anger and realization, Yamiru became a blur, reaching the Rabbit Boss in an instant.

The Ball in his hand had already transformed into a longsword, its blade gleaming in the light. Without hesitation, he swung, severing one of the Rabbit Boss's arms.

Splurt! Blood sprayed everywhere.

The Rabbit Boss stared in shock at his severed arm lying on the ground. Then, clutching his bleeding stump, he howled in pain, "You should've cut off my head, you idiot!"

Yamiru froze.

He realized his thoughts had been constrained by the logic of comic book plots. Perhaps he had misremembered the Rabbit Boss's abilities from the source material or underestimated how cunning it could be.

In the next moment—Bang!—Yamiru was transformed into a carrot before everyone's eyes.

The room fell silent for several seconds.

The diners didn't even have time to process the sight of the Rabbit Boss losing an arm before being confronted with the surreal and horrifying scene of Yamiru turning into a vegetable.

Someone, recalling what Yamiru had been saying all along, began retching violently.

"Ugh!"

"Urghhh…"

The crowd erupted in panic. A man collapsed to his knees, sobbing as he tried to force himself to vomit.

The henchman who had earlier sighed shook his head in despair.

The Rabbit Boss, pale and sweating profusely, hastily bandaged his stump with his remaining arm. Glaring at the sighing henchman, he snarled, "You dared to side with that brat. Seems you've had enough of living! Die!"

Bang! That henchman was instantly turned into a carrot as well.

At the moment when the fear he'd harbored for years finally materialized, the rebellious henchman felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

"How did that boy figure out the rabbit's power…" he wondered in his final moments. Then he transformed into a carrot and hit the ground. To the diners, this was no ordinary carrot; it was a terrifying symbol, akin to a venomous snake or scorpion. They fled from the Rabbit Boss and his crew in terror.

"Where do you think you're going? Everyone, turn into carrots!"

The Rabbit Boss stomped his foot, and the fleeing, crying crowd was instantly transformed into carrots.

The henchmen watched, numb.

The Rabbit Boss approached the carrot that had been his traitorous subordinate. Picking it up, he took a bite, chewed for a moment, then spat it out in disgust. "Tastes awful! Only humans think these taste better than regular carrots. Bah!" He tossed it aside and instructed his henchmen, "Alright, gather up all the carrots. You know the drill—use the lower-quality ones for cooking and sell the high-quality ones. Hah, these worthless humans are actually more valuable as carrots than as people!"

"Yes, Boss…" The henchmen lowered their heads and got to work.

One of them picked up the carrot that Yamiru had turned into, hesitating. "Boss, what about this one?"

The Rabbit Boss glanced at his own severed arm, feeling both like crying and exploding with rage. With a hateful sneer, he growled, "Keep that brat for now. We'll torture him for a few months and then sell him off! He's young but skilled—should fetch a decent price for weapons, huh? Hahaha…"

A few bolder henchmen joined in with their sinister laughter.

But then—

"Ah!"

The henchman holding Yamiru's carrot suddenly screamed. Two golden beams of light had erupted from the carrot in his hand.

Everyone else recoiled in shock.

Panicking, the henchman threw the glowing carrot to the ground, where it rolled toward the Rabbit Boss.

The Rabbit Boss stomped on it.

"Hard as a rock!"

He muttered, puzzled by the unusually firm texture underfoot. Would he even be able to bite into it?

As the Rabbit Boss lifted his foot, two golden beams shot straight into his face, momentarily blinding him with their intensity.

Bang!

The carrot transformed back into Yamiru.

From within a shroud of dissipating smoke, his outline emerged, holding a gleaming long blade that extended with a metallic hiss.

His golden eyes shone with icy determination, devoid of mercy.

For the first time, Yamiru swung his blade with the intent to kill.

With a single horizontal slash, he severed the Rabbit Boss's legs at the thighs. Blood sprayed as the Rabbit Boss collapsed, screaming. Yamiru stomped on his stomach, pinning him down. His blade angled menacingly, its tip hovering just a centimeter above the pink rabbit nose.

"Turn everyone back," Yamiru said coldly. "I'll give you a quick death."

Warm blood dripped from the blade, pooling onto the Rabbit Boss's fur, staining it a deep crimson.

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