Dragon Ball: I bet my left arm on my future

Cyril Star.

A young man with blue hair stood on the top of the mountain.

From here you can overlook the cities that were once prosperous but have now become ruins with broken walls and ruins everywhere.

This young man is none other than Granola, the only Cyril survivor today.

One of the two survivors.

Granola is tall and strong with good proportions. You can tell at first glance that he is a warrior who is good at fighting.

He has blue hair, blue eyebrows, bright blue eyes, wheat-colored skin, and an extraordinary and handsome appearance.

He wears a brown eye patch over his right eye.

It was his best partner, his assistant in combat, and a powerful artificial intelligence.

Provided him with a lot of help.

The Cyril people have the talent to strengthen their right eye, which can improve shooting accuracy and see through the enemy's weaknesses. They are an excellent sniper race.

It’s a pity that of such an excellent race, Granola is the only one left.

Granola's eagle-like eyes looked at the ruined city in the distance.

The powerful visual ability can clearly see the huge footprints in the city.

Those were the traces left by the Saiyan giant ape that invaded that year.

Further away, semicircular energy shields were hanging upside down, and inside were small cities full of vitality.

That is the home of the current inhabitants of Cyril Star, the Hugh people.

More than 50 years ago, the Sita family developed the planet Cyril, which was destroyed by Frieza's army, and then sold it to the Hughes wandering in the universe at a high price.

The Hughes reorganized themselves and now live in this energy shield.

Cyril Star is no longer the same Cyril Star as before.

Hey!

Granola was silent for a few seconds, exhaled heavily, retracted his gaze, then turned around resolutely and walked into the deep mountains and forests.

Then, a voice sounded in his mind.

That was the voice of the glasses-shaped robot, Otmire, who was wearing on his right eye.

"Granola, why don't you live with the Sugar people?"

Granola said calmly: "That is the city that Sita built for the Hughes. It is not a place for me to live..."

"But... isn't that the Cyril people's planet?" Otmir asked doubtfully.

"That was over 50 years ago," Granola sighed.

"Ever since the Sita family sold Cyril to the Hughes, the planet has belonged to them. That's why my grandfather and I live in a remote mountain."

"I see. In order to coexist, we need to maintain the necessary distance, is that right?"

"That's about right. Besides... from this mountain I can see the city that was destroyed by Frieza's army. This will help me remember what they did on this planet."

"This makes me never forget the crimes of Frieza's army, and reminds me to become stronger at all times so that I can protect what I want to protect."

"..."

Soon, Granola arrived at his residence and pushed the door open.

And he smiled and shouted: "Grandpa, I'm back."

Inside the house, the elderly Monet sat in a chair watching TV.

The show on TV was the Sugar People.

Hearing the door being pushed open and the sound coming from it, Monet finally smiled and turned his head with difficulty.

"Granola, I'm glad you're back. I'm glad you're back."

There was a barely perceptible glimmer of sadness in Granola's eyes.

Grandpa, he has become older, even turning his head has become difficult...

Monette took the crutches at hand, tried to stand up, and walked towards Granola.

Granola's pupils contracted, and he quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

"Grandpa, let me help you."

"Oh, I'm really old and useless. I can't even move." Monet couldn't help but sigh.

Granola supported Monette, but his eyes were looking towards the bookshelf.

In the center of the bookshelf, there is an orange dragon ball the size of a ping-pong ball.

"Grandpa, if we can find another two-star dragon ball, it can make you young again, right?" Granola thought for a moment and said.

Hearing Granola say this, Monette became excited.

He said, "Granola, I won't allow you to use the Dragon Balls recklessly like this!"

"How can this be considered reckless use? Besides, if we can't find another dragon ball, we can't make our wish come true, right?" Granola let go of Monette, walked to the bookshelf, then picked up the orange dragon ball and placed it in his palm.

Monette sighed, "Yeah, it's been decades since we found it, so I guess we won't be able to find it anymore."

Granola said: "It is really difficult to find such a small bead from such a big planet..."

Monet walked over slowly with his cane and said, "Granola, listen to me. The dragon balls were originally props used in the ceremony to honor Namekian warriors, not to satisfy one's own selfish desires, so don't think about using the dragon balls to restore my youth."

Granola: “…………”

But, in my heart, grandpa is clearly the most powerful warrior.

After thinking for a while, Granola asked, "Grandpa, do you think there are other Namekians on other planets?"

Monet said: "Of course..."

"Of course the Namekians live on Namek, but for some reasons, we left Namek and settled here on Cyril. We didn't expect that something like this would happen later."

"There used to be dozens of Namekians living here, but now I am the only one left..."

Thinking of the past, those Namek compatriots who were brutally killed, a strange look flashed in Monet's turbid eyes.

He continued, "We Namekians are a race that migrated to this universe from another world, so we are different from the humans in this universe and know a lot of strange magic."

"Creating dragon balls that can grant wishes is one of them."

"When I die, everything will be over, and the Dragon Balls will disappear with me."

As he spoke these words, Monette's voice was calm.

But Granola got excited.

"How can this be possible..."

"I must find another dragon ball, and then make a wish to restore Grandpa's youth, and make a wish to return this planet to its previous state, I must!!!"

Monet frowned and said, "I told you not to use the Dragon Balls recklessly. If you really make such a wish, then those kind-hearted Hugh people will be driven out."

"Grandpa, it's already this late, and you're still thinking about others. You're so kind. If you think about others, then who will think about you, and who will think about me?"

"I just want Grandpa to regain his youth. I want Cyril Star to return to his previous appearance..."

"At worst, I will try to save money and find a suitable planet for the Hughes to live on."

Monet sighed and said, "Hey, Granola, what can you gain by doing this? It will only lead to more killings. Well, put the Dragon Ball down and forget about it. The most important thing is to enjoy your life now."

"Grandpa... okay, I get it." Granola looked at the dragon ball in his hand and reluctantly put it back to its original place.

Suddenly, he turned his head sharply and looked towards the door.

His eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted, "Who's there? Get out."

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