Nightmare Mode (Dragon Ball Z Gamer SI)

A True Saiyan (22.1)

Game

Thoughts

"Talking"

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"Back already?" A female voice shouted as Gray followed the towering Yamoshi into a small rock hut.

"Found someone interesting," Yamoshi replied easily, and Gray glanced around the room. There was a large stone table in the middle of it, with a bunch of wooden chairs surrounding it. Two scuffed-looking beds that looked more like a flat rock with animal fur over it were sitting in the corner. A small baby was on one of the beds, looking not even a year old as they snored under an animal fur blanket.

Gray glanced at the other Saiyan in the room, who was dressed similarly to the women he'd seen on the street outside. She was practically naked, except for small pieces of cloth covering her privates. She had long spikey black hair, was decently short, and was skinny compared to the huge Yamoshi.

She kinda looks like Caulifa. Just a bit. Also, why is everyone here just almost naked?

Not that Gray had room to talk - whenever he'd been transported in the pendulum room, his clothes had vanished. He was now shirtless, with just a small pair of pants, just like nearly every other Saiyan he saw.

Observe.

[Caring] Pinea:

[Saiyan Warrior]

Age: ?

PL: ?

HP: ?

TKI: ?

Reputation: 0/100 (Neutral)

[Caring] Modifier - Individuals with this modifier will be naturally caring of others.

"Someone interesting?" Pinea responded as Yamoshi walked over to her and kissed her. He then grabbed a bowl off the small stone counter behind her.

His wife. That kid must be his.

"He wants to learn," Yamoshi said simply. He grabbed another bowl and walked over to the stone table. He set them down, then gestured for Gray to sit as he sat down.

"This brat?" Pinea asked with a raised eyebrow, "He's just wasting your time. He won't understand, just like the rest of those idiots."

"No," Yamoshi said in finality, sliding one of the bowls over to Gray, "You didn't see him fight. He has potential."

"I'm right here, y'know?" Gray said as they talked about him as if he wasn't in the room. He looked down at the bowl, which was full of some type of soup. A thick gray sludge with a couple of floating pieces of meat.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" Yamoshi asked as he raised the bowl to his lips, not using a utensil as he dumped it into his mouth.

"Self-taught," Gray said bluntly, grabbing his own bowl and dumping it down his throat. It was bland and thick.

This tastes terrible.

"What about your parents?" Yamoshi asked.

"Dead," Gray responded.

I actually have no clue who this body's parents are, but they definitely aren't alive a thousand years in the past.

"How long?"

"Since before I knew them," Gray responded, "What's with all these questions?"

"It's even more surprising that you fight that well," Yamoshi hummed, setting his empty bowl back on the table, "If you grew up on the streets, it would've made sense for you to fight like an idiot."