Turmoil; unbridled rage, confusion, and anxiety plagued the boy's mind. Too many emotions at once to handle, he decided to go to sleep.
Upon waking up, he found himself in a shed. Rubbing his eyes groggily, he asked the question he always did after a nap, "Where am I?"
Beats me.
"WHO SAID THAT?? How'd you talk in my head? Show yourself, whoever you are!"
"Augh, can you shut up? Your mouth is like an unending fountain that never closes. It's me, Samuel, the one and only."
"Samuel, how are you talking in my head right now? Who are you, who sent you, am I crazy, have I lost my mind, no, did my mind flee from me?" The boy kept firing questions at this so-called Samuel, not giving him a chance to even respond.
"No, I already lost my mind. Where's mom? I need to talk to mom." Getting up off the ground, he flung open the shed door and ran outside.
What greeted him was far from what he was expecting. Walking around were giant people with disheveled black hair and long tails stemming from their backs.
He turned around and went back into the shed.
What was that? Is my mind playing tricks on me? First, it's this voice in my head, then it's waking up in a shed; now it's some ginormous tailed ape people things who probably want me dead.
"Wow, dude, you really need to chill."
"Shut up!! Don't talk to me."
"Or what? You're gonna come in here and beat my ass? HAHAHA."
As the two bantered within one mind, someone who had spotted the child earlier came over and knocked on the shed door. "Hey, Garlock, do you wanna play?" came an unexpected childish voice from outside.
"Garlock isn't here right now," responded Sam, unaware that the child was calling him Garlock.
"He went out to chop some wood or something," he said once again, lying through his teeth.
"Haha, Garlock, you're funny! I know it's you in there; you're the only one who lives here after all. Come on, it's me, Pellon. Yesterday you said you'd play with me tomorrow because you were too tired; well, guess what, it's tomorrow now. Aren't you a man of your word? Come Out and Play With Me Right Now, Garlock!!"
I think I'm in a horror movie. Should I open it or go hide? Sam thought to himself.
"Definitely open it; don't be a pussy."
"Please stop talking to me."
"Fine, if you won't do it, then I will."
Before Sam could ask what he meant, he felt his mind go blank. One second, he was in front of the shed's door; the next, he was in front of a TV. On the screen, he saw the same door he was contemplating opening.
"What do you want, brat?" said Sam as he flung the door open.
"Garlock, you finally answered. Come on, let's go play."
"First things first, my name is Samuel, and you will call me as such. I'm not Garlock, or Garlic, or Garpi; just Samuel, got that, punk?"
"Haha," laughed Pellon nervously, "well actually the other day when we just met, you said your name was Garlock, but I guess I can call you Samuel now. So are we gonna play or what?"
"No, go away and stop talking to me; matter of fact, why do you and those people over there have tails?" asked Samuel, pointing to two Saiyans who were carrying spaceship pods on their shoulders like they were cotton candy.
"What do you mean?" replied Pellon.
"All Saiyans were born with tails. Are you blind? Yours is wiggling behind you right now," he pointed out.
Looking behind him, Samuel saw a tail moving about freely. He tried controlling it consciously but failed. He instead decided to grab it, forcefully holding it in place so it could stop moving.
"I won't have this thing for long; I'm chopping it off."
"Whatever, it's your tail," Pellon shrugged.
"Well, since you refuse to play, I'll go play by myself. Uhm, Samuel, hehe, that's such a weird name," he retorted, running back to wherever he came from.
Still holding his tail in his hand, Samuel turned and headed back into the shed.
Upon returning, he noticed things he missed before due to his earlier existential crisis.
The shed was small, no larger than the typical ones he was used to in his past life. It had a small makeshift table of wood with a chair beside it. Put away to the side was a sack of hay; must've been Garlock's makeshift bed. Pulling out the chair and sitting down, Samuel began to think. Sam might not know how he reincarnated into this Dragon Ball world, but he did.
[A few minutes earlier]