Dragon Ball Human

"You seem faster than yesterday!"

From the driver's seat, the middle-aged man called out loudly, glancing down at the dashboard. The speedometer read 61.

"Mm!"

Yamiru was like a cheetah, running outside the car window, keeping pace with the pickup truck that carried the bear carcasses.

He didn't have enough breath to speak in full sentences and could only huff a "Mm" through his nose.

The middle-aged man, feeling a bit bored as the truck's speed wasn't fast enough, occasionally glanced at Yamiru's running form. His golden, shining eyes were fixed forward, his determination unshakable. The middle-aged man had seen such eyes before in the few exceptionally independent orphans in the city's orphanage, but none had left an impression like Yamiru's eyes.

Yamiru's arms swung rhythmically, muscles rippling with each motion. His legs, encased in the coarse cloth pants the man had given him, seemed to have springs under them, while his feet, in cloth shoes, pounded the ground with heavy yet powerful steps—thud thud thud—matching the harmony of his breathing.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but admire silently, "Just watching him run is an enjoyment!"

People are naturally drawn to beauty, and Yamiru's well-honed running form exuded a beauty of speed, strength, and rhythm.

The truck and the runner continued on the road through the countryside.

After about half an hour of running, the dirt road ended, and they began to see the paved concrete road.

Yamiru adjusted to the hard surface of the road after a few dozen meters. His feet, now confidently described as "iron soles," had once run 50 kilometers back and forth every day in the southern city without needing extra water.

The sun climbed higher in the sky.

An hour passed, and the truck's occupants were sweating from the heat. Glancing out the window, the middle-aged man saw Yamiru, drenched in sweat, his black hair sticking to his forehead. Yamiru was no longer wearing his animal skin clothes but instead the coarse linen garments the man had given him, now soaked through. The middle-aged man could even see beads of sweat flying off Yamiru's neck as he ran. Despite this, the speedometer still showed 61.

"A child who can be this hard on himself will definitely achieve great things!" the middle-aged man thought, convinced of his belief.

Just then, Yamiru let out a curious sound, "Eh?"

"What's wrong?" the middle-aged man asked instinctively.

Yamiru didn't answer, but his pace began to slow. As he decelerated, a torrent of sweat flew off his body, quickly evaporating on the hot concrete road.

The middle-aged man soon realized the cause—up ahead on the road, a police car had appeared.

When the middle-aged man saw Yamiru slow down, he asked in confusion, "Do you want to watch the commotion? These police cars, I don't know what they're..."

Just as he spoke, up ahead, two police cars had parked, and three officers, dressed in uniforms, hurriedly got out and ran towards the wild area at the side of the highway.

One of the officers held a double-barreled shotgun, while the other two had pistols drawn, signaling that this was likely a major case.

The middle-aged man slowed the truck. He had seen similar actions from police officers before, so he said to Yamiru, who was jogging outside the window, "It looks like someone called the police about some roadside robbers! We should probably avoid getting too close..."

"I want to take a look. It could be dangerous. Stay in the car and watch over your nephew," Yamiru replied, then started heading in the direction of the police officers.

The middle-aged man slowed the car even further and parked by the roadside, thinking that with so many police around, Yamiru, a kid, should be fine. Moreover, Yamiru had the strength to rip apart bears with his bare hands. There was no need for him to worry. It would be better to listen to Yamiru's advice and stay in the car, keeping an eye on his nephew.

Yamiru quickly caught up with the three police officers, who seemed to have come from Slope City. He noticed that they were becoming very cautious. Although they were all armed to the teeth, they hid behind a large tree on a nearby hill, seemingly trying to avoid detection. Were they dealing with some kind of monstrous criminal?

However, what drew Yamiru's attention wasn't the criminals or the danger.

If he hadn't encountered the criminals himself, he wouldn't have cared. He wasn't the type to rush into a situation just for the thrill of heroism.

What stopped him in his tracks was what he had seen from afar, even before the police cars had stopped. His golden eyes had already spotted the person sitting in the police car!

"This style... It's just too strange, even for Earth in the Dragon Ball universe," Yamiru thought to himself.

Looking at the backs of the police officers, he noticed one figure that stood out like a sore thumb among these ordinary Earthlings—someone who looked like a Kamen rider.

Yes, it was this "Kamen rider" that had caught Yamiru's attention and made him stop running.

When the police cars had first stopped, Yamiru had seen this "Kamen rider" speaking with the overweight officer in the front passenger seat.

Yamiru took a deep breath, consciously letting the golden hue in his eyes slowly fade away…

Underneath his black pupils, the figure of the "Kamen rider" transformed into a very ordinary-looking police officer!

Wearing a police hat and with black hair, from behind, he wasn't particularly well-built—much shorter than the "Kamen rider" he had appeared to be just moments ago.

"The ability to see through disguises is pretty good, but it seems I'm still not quite skilled at it! With the Golden Veil, I can't even see the disguise when I want to; all I can see is the 'true form' in an instant!"

Yamiru silently complained.

Ahead, two of the officers were hiding behind a large tree on a high slope, cautiously observing and whispering to each other.

Meanwhile, the third officer had quietly slipped to the side.

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"Perfect opportunity!"

Officer Chapat, seeing his two colleagues distracted by the criminals, quickly slipped away to hide.

He crouched down, gripped his belt, and in his mind shouted a slogan: Restore true form!

Whoosh! His entire physical structure broke down and reassembled at light speed. In an instant, his height increased significantly, and he transformed into the "Kamen rider" Yamiru had seen earlier with his Golden Veil!

Transformed into his new form, Chapat stood confidently and thought to himself:"Cashmam, activate!"

He gathered strength in his legs, preparing to leap down the dirt slope to subdue the two criminals.

But just then, he noticed, standing silently in front of him, a sweaty little boy looking at him with a very strange expression…

"..." The "Cashmam" stared down at Yamiru with an unreadable face.

Inside, his mind was racing with questions:

"Where did this kid come from?"

"Did he see me transform?"

His heart was filled with sudden panic and confusion.

"You..." The "Cashmam" hesitated.

"I suggest you..." Yamiru suddenly pointed toward the other side of the slope, where loud laughter and strange explosions were coming from, "You'd better go take care of the trouble over there."

"Such a pompous kid!"

The "Cashmam" grumbled, clearly irritated. But he had no time to deal with Yamiru. With a powerful leap, he soared down the slope to the plains below.

Yamiru walked up to the edge of the slope and began to observe quietly.

Hmm… This is exactly the kind of fun idea I had in mind.

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"CASHMAN" is a short story by Akira Toriyama.

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