Starting From Bulma, I Want All The Beautiful Women

Aaron and Granolah, using the radar, quickly gathered two Dragon Balls.

Soon, the destruction on Planet Cereal was restored to its original state.

Just as the Dragon Balls were scattering away, Aaron grabbed one.

Granolah flashed and grabbed another.

"Come out, Toronbo, grant my wish!"

A golden light rose into the air, and Toronbo ascended into the sky again.

Toronbo inwardly complained.

"Damn... it's you guys again!"

This Dragon Ball was best not used for self-wishes.

Aaron spoke on Granolah's behalf, enunciating each word: "Resurrect Granolah's mother!"

Toronbo: "…"

"What's wrong? Can't you do it?"

"Your mother has been dead for too long. Resurrecting someone requires sacrificing some of the wisher's lifespan. Otherwise, the resurrected person can only live for one month."

Granolah's whole body shook.

"Really, she can be resurrected?"

"Yes!"

Thinking that he only had three years left to live anyway, it was already like this, sharing half with his mother wasn't a big problem.

"Toronbo, I agree…"

Aaron interrupted Granolah.

"Wait. Then resurrect her for one month. Then, with my help, we can gather the Dragon Balls multiple times. Wouldn't that work?"

Granolah's eyes lit up.

"Hey, this method... it actually seems feasible! Is that really okay, Toronbo?"

The corners of Toronbo's mouth began to twitch.

'Good grief. This is the first time I've seen people disrespect a Wish-Granting Dragon like me so much.'

'I just don't have a cooldown period, and you guys are going to play me like this?'

However, such wishes didn't violate the rules.

Toronbo could only nod silently.

"Yes."

Aaron said again: "Hey, can you restore someone's lifespan?"

Toronbo nodded again: "That can also be done."

Granolah was dumbfounded.

"So, I can wish to restore 150 years of my lifespan, right?"

"Yes! As long as you gather the Dragon Balls, you can." Toronbo nodded.

Aaron said: "Alright then, Granolah, first restore your lifespan, then revive your mother for 75 years."

"Then wish to restore your lifespan, then wish to extend your mother's life by another 75 years. Wouldn't that achieve immortality?"

Toronbo: "…"

Monaito frowned.

Although the wish was indeed wonderful,

But wasn't this wishing process too disrespectful to Toronbo?

The Dragon Radar had completely reduced the difficulty of gathering these small Dragon Balls.

Collecting the Dragon Balls was simply too easy.

Moreover, Toronbo was being woken up before he could even fall asleep.

As soon as the Dragon Balls scattered, the two of them each grabbed one.

Toronbo's inner self was now shattered.

"Toronbo, restore Granolah's lifespan!"

Toronbo's eyes flashed red, and instantly a figure appeared before Granolah.

Seeing his mother, whom he had yearned for day and night, Granolah's eyes became moist.

"Mother…"

"I am..." Granolah's mother looked bewildered.

Toronbo said: "The wish has been granted. Goodbye!"

With that, Toronbo transformed into a beam of light and descended into the Dragon Balls.

The two Dragon Balls shot off in two different directions again.

Granolah, reunited with his mother, ignored Toronbo and the Dragon Balls.

Aaron flashed, grabbed one, then used Instant Transmission to flash again and grabbed the other.

Placing the two Dragon Balls together, Aaron shouted: "Come out, Toronbo, grant my wish!"

Monaito was shocked: "No, don't make any more wishes. The Dragon Balls should be used by others to grant wishes, to bring hope to the future."

Aaron nodded: "Toronbo, bless my children to grow up healthy…"

Toronbo's eyes flashed, granting the wish once more.

The next second, the two Dragon Balls scattered again.

Aaron flashed and caught the Dragon Balls once more.

"Come out, Toronbo, grant my wish…"

Aaron figured, since he was here, he would feel like he lost out if he didn't get something.

He made every wish he could think of.

For any wish requiring lifespan sacrifice, he didn't sacrifice... although the duration was short, he could wish repeatedly. Toronbo was completely numb.

…

In space.

Frieza flew forward with a gloomy expression.

Suddenly, a graceful figure blocked Frieza's spaceship.

Frieza's spaceship stopped, and Frieza flew out of it.

"Who are you? Do you know whose path you're blocking?"

Suddenly, Frieza saw the Angel halo around the person's neck and was startled.

This halo seemed familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before.

Behind her grew six black wings. Her skin was snow-white, her chest proud, her figure slender. She wore simple clothes and had a perfect, human-like figure.

Some tattoo-like marks were imprinted on her fair cheeks, but they didn't detract from her beauty.

Her entire body exuded a dizzying allure, but it had no effect on Frieza.

Frieza suddenly remembered something.

Right, although the style was very different, and the clothes were different, Whis and those other Angels all had this halo.

"You, you're an Angel…"

The woman smiled charmingly, showing approval.

"As expected of the Universe Emperor, Frieza. You guessed it right away."

Frieza knew well that the power of gods was immense, and Angels in particular were invincible.

Although Frieza had been humiliated at the Tournament of Power and vowed to train hard to get stronger, to eventually kill those gods who arbitrarily erased universes, to overthrow Zeno, he still had self-awareness.

He was still far from being a match for those gods.

He had just been killed by a single punch earlier, so he knew there was always a higher power.

Thus, he didn't act rashly.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Mavis. I was once an Angel, the Angel of Universe 13."

Frieza's pupils contracted: "Universe 13? Wasn't that erased?"

"That's right. But I have awakened. I believe the other five have also awakened."

Frieza said cautiously: "Then what do you want with me? Are you looking for a minion? Let me tell you, I, Frieza, even in death, will not be subservient to another!"

Mavis smiled faintly: "I fought against all the unjust rules in my eyes, against the gods who tried to suppress the truth. I failed and was exiled."

"Including our Universe 13, those six erased universes should not have disappeared."

"During the previous Tournament of Power, numerous universes were erased. Within that short period of time, I sensed the unwillingness of many people. That unwillingness all became my power. Moreover, as the resentment of more people bound by the gods grew over the years, this power broke through the seal of my slumber."

"I believe that even the exiled and forsaken may one day be reborn. I sensed your unwillingness to be arbitrarily manipulated by the gods. By what right does Zeno decide the destruction of universes based on his whims? Why should the fate of universes be in the hands of a child?"

"So, cooperate with me!"

"Together, let's overthrow those lofty gods and rebuild the order of new gods."

Although Frieza was arrogant, this was indeed his ideal.

Moreover, he had a premonition that if he refused her invitation, only death would await him.

So, he nodded.

"Okay!"

A faint smile appeared on Mavis's lips: "A wise choice."