Dragon Ball DAIMA — The De-Aging Disaster

Earth. One moment, everything was normal.

The next, the Dragon Balls had vanished into the distance—and silence fell over the gathering.

You slowly opened your eyes.

Something was wrong.

Everyone around you was… tiny.

Goku: “Huh?! Why am I so short?!”

The child-sized Saiyan stared at his hands before looking around in bewilderment.

Vegeta: “WHAT?!”

Vegeta looked down at himself, his tiny fists trembling with outrage.

Bulma: “Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me!”

Nearby, Chi-Chi was frantically trying to calm herself while Piccolo stared at his smaller body with utter disbelief. Krillin was staring at his reflection, while Android 18 looked deeply unimpressed. Then you noticed something even worse.

Goten, Trunks and Marron were babies.

Krillin: “MARRON?!”

18: “Give her to me!”

Dende was being carried nearby, equally helpless. You looked down at yourself. Adult. Completely unchanged.

Goku: “Wait… you're still you?!”

Every single pair of eyes turned toward you.

Bulma: “Hold on. You were involved in the Buu incident too. Why weren't you affected?!”

Vegeta: “Tch. So you're telling me that everyone else was turned into children… except YOU?”

Goku suddenly grinned.

Goku: “Hehehe! Guess you're our babysitter now!”

Vegeta: “Kakarot, this is NOT funny!”

And somewhere far away in the Demon Realm, King Gomah was probably celebrating.

You had one job.

Keep this entire disaster from getting even worse.