Dragon Ball: Saga Of The Strongest Human 5 Master Zarid

He twitched with his eye and lowered the ball and placed it onto his legs.

While sitting cross-legged he crossed his arms and started thinking.

´Now this could be a blessing or a curse in disguise. Mom told me it's from a lady so it probably is from the town where Oolong is from. That is at least my guess. I could be wrong.´

´But if it is true then right now it seems Oolong doesn't tyrannize the villagers. Or else there would be no open market.´

´Oolong does live there though. Or is going to? I should ask my mother where exactly she brought it. One thing for certain is that Oolong is not active for now. That means I am somewhere around the time where Goku comes to earth?´

´I can remotely remember that Oolong was younger than Goku. I should probably monitor the village to get information and when he starts to act it won't be much longer until Goku comes by.´

´Why am I even thinking this? I got the Dragonball right here. They won't even bother to go to that village. He probably should make up some kinda excuse and visit that town after Bulma and Goku come to visit here.´

´That's the most relaxed approach I can think of. I will probably not have much time to waste anyway. I got to train and that will take most of my time. Maybe a few years later I could go make a trip around this earth for broadening my knowledge. That is if I am not visited before that.´

´It's sad that I don't know what year all the things happen in. I do know the year though. It's 738. Maybe I could use that? But how?´

Darc heard a voice calling him from downstairs. He actually nearly forgot to go down.

He placed the Dragonball on his bed and went downstairs to the kitchen where his mother already readied up all the food.

He sat down onto a chair and grinned. The food from the earth truly was tasty. If he had to rate it, it was even better then most of his previous life. No wonder the G.o.d of Destruction loved the food here.

"Thanks for the meal!", he cheered and started eating.

"Don't eat with haste." Kibini mentioned after seeing her son grabbing different foods and pushing them down his mouth until his cheeks were bloated. "And you as well. No wonder where he got that from" She glanced at Truff.

"Sorry." both reacted the same and started to eat slower.

"So how was the meeting today? You told me it was important?" Kibini asked her husband.

Truff stopped eating and looked at her "It seems like I will have to go abroad for a time. Nothing serious. King Furry seems to have noticed my good management ability and wants me at his side."

Kibini frowned at the word he said "How long?", she asked and had a bad premonition.

"I guess as long as he reigns...But! I will always come by now and then. Hun, you know how it is. You also travel sometimes because of your work as an artist." Truff tried to explain as good as possible.

"Dad, you are going to leave? When?", chimed Darc between the two.

Truff changed his gaze to Darc. He looked at him and thought something. No matter how Darc tried to hide it, but his maturity sometimes shined through his acting. It always surprised Truff somehow. He stated afterward "In about a week after that teacher of yours comes by. At latest at the end of the month"

He always uses the word son to address him but when something of more serious matter happens he talks to him normally.

"That soon!?" Kibini intercepted that answer. She was surprised by that fast deployment and she was angry about it as well. How could he just leave so soon and not even mention it before? At least he could have talked to her. Not to mention what Darc may think.

"What can I say. I am just that good.", laughed Truff stupidly and tried to defuse her anger.

"It's alright, dad.", Darc said grinningly. He wasn't mad or anything. Why should he be? It's not like he disappears forever. "Can you bring souvenirs?"

He started liking his parents like his own from his previous life but he still remained logical about it. Right now his mother probably tried to think about him but he himself did not mind. So he tried to help his father out.

Kibini looked at Darc with a complicated feeling and sighed. "Alright, but you better visit a lot, you big idiot."

Truff smiled and was happy that she gave in and afterward tried to change the topic.

"Good, since someone seems to be finished, should we start helping mommy wash the dishes?", he asked after looking at Darc´s plate. It was all empty.

"Yes~." Darc agreed to that.

Kibini smiled at their ploy.

After finishing everything up, Darc wished his parents a good night and went back up.

It didn't take long after that he lay down in his bed and fell asleep. And with that, the day ended.

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The next morning Darc awoke pretty early.

One would call this an abnormality in his behavior but he was just well rested and couldn't really fall asleep anymore.

His muscles also were a little bit sore from his training. Good thing he is young. It really didn't hinder his movements.

But to be sure he started to do some stretching exercise like touching his toes or sitting cross-legged and then putting both his feet behind his head.

Sure it was much easier when one was younger but how long would that remain like that. He had to make sure to do some workouts every day. Its gonna be mandatory later on anyways. That is if he wants to improve.

He also included some shadow punching. He tried meditating to increase the level of those exercises but to no avail. He is probably not ready for that kind of training yet. With no experience to rely on he always wins in his mind.

So he probably does something wrong...

A few hours went by like that and he freshened up afterward. The bathroom was upstairs so it was convenient to do those morning exercises and shower right after.

Going downstairs his father was already talking with someone in the living room. His mother was not there.

It was an old man with short grey-brown hair. From bottom to top he wore black martial shoes with earthen colored pants. On his upper body, he wore a white silky long shirt and above that a sleeveless purple gi with a red silk belt around his waist.

Darc kinda frowned at this old man and didn't really had a good impression of him. But he will give him a chance.

There was also a book lying on the couch table. It seemed to belong to the old man. Darc wondered what was written in it.

"Ah, there he is." Truff noticed Darc and winked him over with his hand. "Master Zarid, this is my son Darc, Darc this is martial arts master Zarid."

After he was done with introducing Zarid, he smiled and looked Darc up and down. He seemed pleased.

"He is really young. That is good. And I can feel that he shows potential.", he said with the smile still plastered on him.

´Is this old man trying to flatter me? Hmph, let's see if this guy is a d.a.m.n fraud. You will be gone as soon as I debunk your disguise.´