Dragon Ball: Legend of the Saiyan God

Eira, Yamoshi's mother, rushed to him, her hands trembling as she frantically checked his body for injuries. Tears welled in her eyes, her voice breaking as she cried, "Yamoshi, are you hurt?" Her worst fear had come true—or was about to.

As a Saiyan, she understood all too well the dangers that came with their race. Saiyans were a vicious and volatile people, driven by strength and survival. Fear often outweighed reason, and their first instinct was to destroy anything unfamiliar, regardless of whether it was truly a threat. In their world, anything new or different was dangerous by default.

For Yamoshi, this fear was magnified. His golden eyes and mysterious strength set him apart, and that alone was enough to make him a target. In a community where even neighbors were wary of one another, trust was fleeting, and suspicion ruled. Everyone protected their own, guarding their lives and belongings with an ever-present sense of unease.

Yamoshi's family knew they were powerless against the entire village. No matter how strong one individual was, no one could stand alone against the collective. They had no choice but to live quietly, teaching Yamoshi to hold onto his pure heart and nurturing his kind nature, even in the face of hostility. It was the only way they could shield him, not just from the world outside, but from the darker instincts that lurked within every Saiyan.

"What happened to you? Is it another—" Elira's voice cracked with panic.

"No, it's not what you think," Yamoshi interrupted. "I was in the forest and got attacked by two wolves. I killed them and brought them here. I heard Father say wolf fur makes good armor and keeps you warm."

"Oh my god, Yamoshi! You scared me to death! What if something had happened to you?" Elira's voice trembled as she grabbed his shoulders. "How could you even fight them? Even an adult would have trouble! YOU, go inside now! You're not leaving this house until your father comes back!"

"But what did I do wrong?" Yamoshi asked, his voice cracking.

"You just being out there is wrong!" Elira snapped, her fear spilling out as anger.

Hurt, Yamoshi turned and trudged inside, muttering, "But I'm alive, aren't I?"

Elira's voice softened as she watched him disappear into his room. "I know, Yamoshi. What I'm saying—and what I'm doing—is wrong. But we're powerless. We have to protect you, at least until you're strong enough to survive on your own."

Later that evening, Yamoshi's father returned home, his face lined with weariness. The weight of whispers and rumors from the village followed him, as they did every day. He glanced at the wolves lying untouched by the door and sighed. Nothing about Yamoshi surprised him anymore, though concern tugged at his heart.

"What are those wolves outside? Who brought them?" he asked quietly.

"Shhh," Elira hushed him. "Yamoshi's asleep. He's exhausted. I just finished treating his wounds. He… hunted those wolves."

"He did what?!" His voice rose in shock. "Is he alright?"

"Thanks to the heavens, yes," Elira replied, still shaken.

"How did this even happen? How could he fight them?"

Elira explained everything Yamoshi had told her, from the attack in the forest to his return.

The father listened carefully, then leaned back with a deep sigh. "I'm… happy."

"Happy?! How can you say that?" Elira's anger flared, but he cut her off gently.

"No, not like that. What I mean is… if Yamoshi can handle two wolves, then boys his age—or even older—are no match for him. He might even defeat some of the village's young warriors."

"And what does that solve?" Elira shot back. "The stronger he becomes, the more danger he's in!"

"I know," he admitted, his voice heavy. "I hear it all, Elira. The fear. The scorn. Every Saiyan has something to say, from those who are afraid to those who are angry. But there's only one solution: Yamoshi has to become even stronger. Strong enough to stand on his own."

"But he's just a child…" Elira's voice wavered.

"I know," he said, his eyes softening. "But if fate has chosen him—if this strange power is truly his destiny—his future won't be easy. As his father, the least I can do is teach him. Support him. Prepare him for the road ahead."

"I can't hide it," Toren said, his voice low but proud. "I feel proud of him. Even with the loneliness he faces and our own failures—our helplessness to do more than offer advice—he's growing into a remarkable young man. He still holds on to his pure heart. With all that power, if he wanted to, he could already have done terrible things."

Elvira's eyes softened, though anger still lingered in her tone. "Oh, they know it. They know Yamoshi's a good boy. They saw him drag those wolves down here. But they're selfish, ignorant cowards—scared little cats, all of them!"

"Ahem…" Toren cleared his throat theatrically, glancing sideways at his wife. "I'm still thinking about what we should do next. But for now... I think a big pot of wolf meat soup might help clear my thoughts." His voice held a mischievous edge.

Elvira gave him a sharp look. "Toren! Even now, all you think about is your stomach?"

Grrrwllll.

The sudden growl of Yamoshi's stomach broke the tension, making Elvira whip her head toward the sound.

"Even you?" she said in mock exasperation.

Toren burst into laughter. "Hahahaha! Like father, like son!"

Yamoshi, who had been pretending to sleep, couldn't hide his sheepish grin. The mention of food had betrayed him.

They laughed together, their voices mixing in a rare moment of ease.

"Alright, alright," Elvira said with a chuckle. "I'll get the water boiling. Yamoshi, go prepare the wolves."

"What? Why me?" Yamoshi pouted. "I'm the one who brought them here!"

"He's got a point," Elvira said, turning to Toren. "Toren.."

Toren raised his hands defensively. "Why are you looking at me?"

"N-O-W," Elvira said firmly, her glare leaving no room for argument.

With a resigned sigh, Toren stood. "Fine, fine," he muttered. He walked out to the wolves, grumbling under his breath. As an experienced hunter, he made quick work of the task, separating the fur and meat with practiced skill.

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