Dragon Ball: I bet my left arm on my future

"Mr. Bobo, please give me more guidance in the future."

Since it was his first time here, Dandy didn't really call him by his name, but addressed Bobo as "sir".

"My Lord God, please follow me. I will take you to inherit the throne of the God."

"Mr. Gohan, please wait here for a moment."

Mr. Bobo said.

"Okay, okay." Son Gohan and others nodded.

After that, Mr. Bobo took Dandy into the inner hall for inheritance.

Only Son Gohan, Bulma and Trunks were left on the square of the Temple of Heaven.

Son Gohan asked about Cell: "Have you found Dr. Gero's research institute?"

Hearing this question, Trunks, who wanted to touch Son Gohan's tail, stopped what he was doing.

Bulma replied:

"We haven't found him yet. Dr. Gro is indeed a remnant of the Red Ribbon Army. His anti-detection methods are very sophisticated."

"I looked up a lot of information about the Red Ribbon Army and Dr. Gro on the Internet and speculated on many possible places where the secret research institute could be built, but I couldn't find any of them."

"Later, I offered a large reward for clues, but not many people provided them."

Son Gohan asked, "Is there any useful information?"

Bulma said: "Yes, I have selected several clues and am now checking them one by one."

"Well, okay, let's check these clues first. If we really can't find it, we'll ask Shenlong to help look for it." Son Gohan nodded.

"Yeah." Bulma nodded.

Trunks couldn't help his curiosity and asked, "Gohan, is Shenlong really that magical? Did your arm grow with the help of Shenlong?"

Trunks often heard the legend about the dragon, but had never seen the Dragon Balls or the dragon, and his curiosity reached its peak.

Son Gohan said: "Well, Shenron did help repair my arm. Shenron can fulfill most wishes within its capabilities."

Trunks continued to ask curiously: "What is the range of Shenlong's ability? How big is this vast majority?"

Son Gohan took a serious look at Trunks and felt that he had the potential to become a nitpicker.

What’s going on in the mind of a 13-year-old boy?

Son Gohan said: "This is hard to explain, but try not to make weird and outrageous wishes."

"Is that so? Mom?" Trunks looked at Bulma.

"Yeah, about right." Bulma nodded.

The three of them talked for about ten minutes.

Mr. Bobo walked out of the inner hall of the Temple of the Gods with Dandy.

Compared with before, Dandy was wearing an extra cloak at this time.

The whole person's aura also became calmer.

"Is this the end of the inheritance?" asked Son Gohan.

Mr. Bobo replied: "Yes, it is actually just a very simple ritual. It doesn't take a long time. The fact that the immortal is very talented is also a factor."

"So, I told you, Dendy, you are fully qualified for the position of God." Son Gohan said with a smile.

Dandy scratched his head a little embarrassedly. He didn't have any dignity as a god at all.

Son Gohan continued, "In that case, Dendy, when can you start activating the Dragon Balls?"

"It will be OK now," said Dandy.

Then he looked at Mr. Bobo and said, "Mr. Bobo, can you find a model of the dragon? Please help me find a model of the dragon. I need a model of the dragon as a medium to activate the dragon ball."

Mr. Bobo said, "Oh, sure. I once carved a dragon model when I was bored. Now it is in the inner hall. I didn't expect it to come in handy."

"Wait a mininute."

As he spoke, he turned and ran into the inner hall.

After waiting for a while, he came out holding a wooden sculpture of a dragon.

"God, is this okay?" Mr. Bobo held the wood sculpture in front of Dandy.

The wooden sculpture he was holding was lifelike, and it was exactly the image of an oriental dragon.

This is a model that Mr. Bobo carved in the image of a dragon when he was bored.

"Of course, Mr. Bobo, please put it on the ground." Dandy ordered.

"Yes, Lord God." Mr. Bobo nodded respectfully, then carefully placed the wooden sculpture of the dragon on the ground next to him.

Dandy walked over to the wood carving and squatted down.

The others, including Son Gohan, had never seen such a scene before, and they all had curious expressions on their faces.

They stared at Dandy and the wooden dragon sculpture in silence, without even blinking.

Dandy was seen putting his hands on the wood carving and muttering something in an obscure language, or perhaps a spell.

This language is neither the universal language of the universe nor the Namek language.

But it belongs to the language of the dragon clan.

It is said that this is a magical spell left in this world by the Dragon God Sarama.

Fantastic.

As Dandy chanted the spell faster and faster, his hands were covered with a faint golden light.

The golden light became increasingly dense, finally enveloping the model of the dragon.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light burst out.

It seemed as if a small sun exploded before their eyes, and several people couldn't help but squint their eyes.

Just when the light was the brightest, a thick golden beam shot up into the sky and then turned into seven meteors that streaked through the air.

Everyone looked up at the pillar of light in the sky until it completely disappeared.

When they looked away, they found that the wooden sculpture of the dragon in front of Dandy had disappeared.

Dandy wiped the sweat from his forehead, then stood up and said, "Okay, I have activated the dragon balls. Now you can make a wish as long as you collect all seven dragon balls."

"What about wishes? How many wishes can I make?" asked Son Gohan.

Dandy replied: "I learned from Porunga of Namek. He can also make three wishes, but his ability is slightly weaker than Porunga of Namek because Great Elder Muli is a better dragon than me."

Son Gohan laughed loudly, patted Dendy on the shoulder and said, "Haha, that's already very impressive, thank you Dendy."

"You're welcome," Dandy said.

……

After a while, Son Gohan and the others said goodbye and returned to the Western Capital.

Xidu, Bulma's home.

Bulma is debugging the Dragon Ball Radar.

After all, it has not been used for more than ten years. The Dragon Ball Radar has a minor fault and needs to be re-debugged before it can be used normally.

Son Gohan and Trunks watched from the side.

Trunks stared at the Dragon Ball Radar, his face full of excitement and his eyes shining brightly.

Looking at Trunks' funny look, Son Gohan couldn't help but tease:

"Trunks, are you holding your pee? Stop it and go now."

Trunks blushed, "No."

Then he quickly said, "Brother Gohan, let me take care of collecting the Dragon Balls. Don't fight with me for them, okay?"

"Uh, okay, I won't fight with you."

"Okay, it's a deal. No regrets." Trunks raised his hand and wanted to high-five Son Gohan as an oath.

Son Gohan clapped his hands helplessly.

It’s just collecting dragon balls, what’s there to grab?

Since Trunks likes it, let him go.

"Finally fixed it." Bulma raised the Dragon Ball Radar in her hand.

"Here, give it to you, Trunks." Then she handed the Dragon Ball Radar to Trunks.

Trunks took the Dragon Ball Radar and shuddered, feeling as if he was electrocuted.

"Well, then I'll go." His breathing became rapid.

"Go, and come back soon." Bulma couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah." Trunks nodded, took the Dragon Ball Radar, and left home at lightning speed.

This kid, are all the cells in his body transformed by curiosity?

Son Gohan looked at the direction Trunks left and thought secretly in his heart.

At this time, Bulma said: "Gohan, come here. I will show you some clues I have collected."

"Oh, okay, here I come."

……