dragon ball daima · child form · goku · vegeta · bulma · anime · martial arts · rivalry · shonen · adventure
The air in the Lookout hangs heavy and still, then splinters into a cacophony of high-pitched voices. Sunlight pours across the polished floor, illuminating a cluster of tiny figures—each staring at their own hands, their own diminished bodies. Goku, now no taller than Vegeta’s shoulder—wait, they’re the same height—scratches his head, his gi swallowing him like a blanket. Piccolo’s cape spills around his shrunken form like a dark lake. Bulma’s dress pools at her feet. Every voice cracks an octave higher, unfamiliar and strained. You look at yourselves, feeling the weakness in your limbs, the lightness in your bones. What happened to us?