The boat cut through the waves toward Hanma Island, its rocky silhouette growing larger against the horizon. When they docked, Haruko immediately sensed the wrongness — the island felt empty, like a house with all the lights off.
"What happened here?" Haruko asked, scanning the shoreline.
Yujiro's face was grim as he led them toward the center of the island. "The Bloodline Pool sent an alert. Father's return bracelet is broken. Anyone trapped in a bloodline world without it... can't come back."
They found the Pool quickly — its dark surface swirling with unnatural energy, phantom clouds rising like smoke from its depths.
Yujiro stared into the shifting mists. Cloud visions began forming above the water — glimpses of different worlds, different timelines.
One cloud showed Yuuichiro on a tropical island, tearing into the cooked flesh of a massive sea beast, easily the size of a building. His movements were relaxed, almost content, as he feasted like a king.
"Look at him," Yujiro muttered, a faint smile crossing his lips. "Maybe he's enjoying himself. Should we really go rescue someone who looks that satisfied?"
But as Yujiro focused on the cloud, the vision expanded. He could see more — other clouds showing different worlds. One revealed Saiyan children with monkey tails training in harsh conditions. Another showed Goku in combat, defeating Vegeta with surprising ease.
That's strange, Haruko thought, watching the Goku vision. In the original timeline, that fight was much closer. Maybe my training with him changed something.
Yujiro made his decision. "I'm going in."
Without hesitation, he stepped toward the Yuuichiro cloud. The Pool's surface rippled, and he vanished.
Haruko and Baki followed immediately.
The transition was jarring — one moment they were on the island, the next they were standing on dense, foreign soil. The gravity here was different, heavier, pressing down on their bodies like invisible weights.
"Damn," Yujiro grunted, adjusting to the pressure. "This planet's gravity is intense."
Before them stretched a lush island covered in cooking fires and makeshift camps. The air was thick with the smell of roasting meat and sea salt. And there, at the center of it all, sat Yuuichiro.
He was massive — his Saiyan tail swishing behind him as he tore into another chunk of beast-meat. When his Observation Haki detected their approach, he looked up and grinned.
"Dad," Yujiro called out, "you're really living it up here!"
Yuuichiro's laughter boomed across the island. "Yujiro! Baki! Haruko! Come here and eat! This world's meat can give strength to our bodies like nothing I've ever tasted. I don't know how far I can push myself here!"
Haruko looked around, taking in the abundance of food, the strange energy in the air, the way his own body felt energized just breathing. This might be some kind of food paradise island.
"Grandpa," Haruko asked, "what exactly happened? How did you end up here?"
Yuuichiro stood, wiping grease from his hands. "I joined a pirate crew — the Rocks Pirates. Fought their captain for months, trained under that pressure. Eventually, I defeated him. But look who showed up during my victory celebration."
From behind the cooking fires, a group emerged — clearly Yuuichiro's new crew.
There was a swordsman with three blades at his side, a woman with dual guns holstered at her hips, a muscular man carrying massive dumbbells like they weighed nothing, and a merman with shark fangs and four arms that moved like deadly whips.
And at the back, a figure that made Haruko's eyes widen in recognition — Bullet Douglas. The man from his previous life's anime memories, unmistakable with his scarred face and predatory stance.
I know him, Haruko thought, but how is he here?
"My men!" Yuuichiro announced proudly. "This is my eldest son Yujiro, my grandson Baki, and my sister's grandson Haruko. You will train them as you trained me!"
The crew members nodded respectfully, sizing up the newcomers with professional interest.
But before introductions could continue properly, the sky darkened.
A massive shadow fell over the entire island, accompanied by the rumble of thunder. The air itself seemed to vibrate with an overwhelming presence.
Kaido's POV:
High above the clouds, Kaido in his dragon form circled the island, his ancient eyes fixed on the scene below. Every time he looked at that old man — Yuuichiro — something stirred in his chest. A connection he couldn't name.
What Kaido didn't know, couldn't know, was that the Hanma family bloodline carried traces of his own essence. The Bloodline Pool had awakened not just Saiyan traits in them, but Kaido's beastly heritage as well — creating similarities between worlds that drew them together like magnets.
The dragon's massive form began its descent, not as an enemy, but driven by an instinct to understand why this human felt so... familiar.
Thunder rolled across the island as the shadow grew larger, and Yuuichiro's crew instinctively reached for their weapons.
"Looks like we have company," Yuuichiro said calmly, his Haki already reading the incoming presence. "And it's a big one."
The reunion was about to become much more complicated.
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