"What was this child's original name?"
After talking things over, Talot sat down with Son Gohan while Kakarot affectionately lay across Talot's shoulder, tugging at his hair.
Having learned the full details of what had happened, Talot now knew that Kakarot had indeed fallen from a cliff and hit his head two months after arriving on Earth, becoming the obedient, well-behaved child he was now.
Still, even though he no longer recognized him, to the still-young Kakarot... no! He should be called Son Goku now.
He instinctively sensed the familiar warmth coming from Talot.
There was a saying that blood was thicker than water. Although Talot and him did not share a direct blood relation, no one could say for certain that their fathers—or even their ancestors from the previous generation—had not been related by blood.
In short, they were both Saiyans, with closely connected bloodlines.
"Kakarot! That was his original name. But since things are already like this, let him be called Son Goku from now on. I think he's living quite well here," Talot answered Son Gohan's question, adding his own thoughts.
Hearing Talot's words, Son Gohan was delighted.
At his age, he already had one foot in the grave. Yet heaven had taken pity on him and sent him a child, bringing a different color into his once-numb life.
Though the child was a Saiyan whom he had picked up, over the past half year, Son Gohan had long since treated him as his own grandson.
"Kakarot... does that name have any meaning? Or does it stand for something?" Son Gohan did not question whether Talot was telling the truth. Instead, he fixated on the name, unable to understand this way of naming someone.
Talot was rather speechless himself, because Saiyan names were homophones of English vegetable