The Namekians and the Cerealians stared at each other in a daze.
Everyone was wondering why they were in their places and what they had been doing to get there.
They remember nothing of what had happened.
But it seemed that they had gathered for some sort of celebration.
There were even drinks, and they didn’t know why they were drinking.
As everyone didn’t want to appear like the weird guy who would forget about what they did after drinking, they acted along.
This went well for the Namekians, who weren’t even into alcohol.
Monaito rubbed his eyes.
“I think I’m going senile.
But I’m only 300 years old,” he said, yawning as he reached for his belt, trying to find his ball.
As he rubbed, he opened his eyes widely, panicked.
“My dragon balls!” he shouted.
They were missing.
Cereal wasn’t a country or a city.
It was a whole planet, with very vast land.
In one of those lands, Zukishi was standing, with his spaceship behind him.
Inside it were Sala, who was peacefully sleeping.
He looked at the dragon balls he had gathered for the third time.
After summoning the dragon for the second time, Zukishi wished for one thing.
For Cereal planet people to forget everything about him, his crew, and the invasion that had happened.
Since the wish didn’t include short cuts for power, it didn’t cost him any year of his life.
Zukishi called the dragon for the third time.
He was lucky that this planet’s dragon balls wouldn’t turn into stone after making a wish.
“You again?” the dragon said.
“I’m already running out of cosmic energy.
“I wish to know the password of the dragon balls across this universe.”
“This wish is hard to fulfill.
One of the wishes is in the tongue of the divine beings.
I can’t grant you that.”
“Then give me the passwords of all the dragon balls other than that one.”
“Very well.
I’m turning into stones.
Don’t call me again.”
The dragon replied, his eyes shining.
Zukishi felt the new information taking over his mind.
“I got the passwords of the ones in the Demon world, on Earth, and on Namek.
The Demon world is impossible to visit now, so the next destination would be Earth and Namek.”
Zukishi lay down on his back, feeling a sense of victory as the dragon balls rose and dispersed across the planet.
He could have wished to get back to Earth, to his previous life.
Although he knew that chance was low, he hadn’t even made an attempt to get back to his previous life.
Why?
He didn’t want to give up the power he had.
Just imagine having to take a bus for hours to cross a distance he could fly in an instant, or have to work day and night just to eat and pay the bills?
No, he loved his previous life perks, but he wouldn’t want to go back.
As for Earth, there was one in the world, and honestly, he felt quite a desire to go there, as it was similar to his world.
A place where people like him find others understanding them.
There were things to do to pass time as well.
And delicious food—plants and meat that could grow in 10 times the gravity of Earth were by no means soft and delicious.
“Man.
I’m craving spicy noodles all of a sudden,” he muttered as he sat up, reaching for his spaceship. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
He wanted to go to his room and throw himself on the bed.
But there were many things left to do.
There were the Saiyans who had acknowledged him as their new leader, waiting for him to find a way to be used.
As for Zukishi, although it seemed he didn’t get something of value, and even wasted a wish on erasing people’s memories, it wasn’t actually without value.
First, by erasing their memories, no one could gather the dragon balls and make a wish that would harm him.
What kind of wishes could harm Zukishi, since it’s against the rule to wish for someone’s harm.
Well, they could wish for him to be so strong, and then burn the remaining life span he had left.
And knowing the Dragon Ball universe rules, those who die natural deaths can’t be revived.
“No one can wish me harm when they don’t know me,” he smirked.
Though it would have been easier to destroy the planet, Zukishi wasn’t the type of person who would kill so many innocent people because he was simply afraid.
And he could make more wishes.
“Alright.
The most important gain is the ability to unlock hidden potentials,” he muttered as he walked by Sala’s room.
She was hugging a pillow, asleep.
He closed the door behind her and pressed a few buttons, taking the ship to the atmosphere.
“If I remember correctly, Krillin’s power jumped from mere thousands to plus ten thousands at first, and continued climbing until it reached 75 by his fight against Frieza.
I wonder what kind of hidden potentials I have.”
“Though it won’t remove the need for training, it may even accelerate my training,” he thought, glad that he was a human who was willing to take an easier path.
He pressed a button.
He then patted his own head.
Closing his eyes and channeling his new energy—magic—he focused deep into himself.
He could sense a powerful energy, residing within him, wanting to surge out, but unable to find a path out.
“So these are my latent potentials.
Those got accumulated from my battles and my training.
I can tell that there is still a wider room to improve.
Well, no harm will fall once I unlock them now.”