Dragon Ball: I Will Become an Angel as a Saiyan - Chapter 107
“Consider it a peace offering,” Ren said sincerely to Champa as he handed him the Sunflower Manual.
“Alright, since you’re so honest… I’ll accept it,” Champa said sympathetically, quickly putting the manual away.
Vados remained silent, feeling that Ren was setting a big trap for Champa.
Ren’s expression was calm, showing neither joy nor sorrow.
As for whether Champa could practice this technique… that would be up to him.
Since he took the book, maybe one day he’d feel tempted to try it.
After all, trying didn’t cost anything.
Hit also remained silent, making eye contact with Broly.
This kid has been staring at my head since earlier.
Even after giving that book to Champa, he’s back to staring at me.
“What are you looking at?” Broly suddenly spoke.
Hit: “…”
You were the one staring at me first.
“Hmph,” Hit snorted, not wanting to argue with a kid.
“Your head… seems familiar,” Broly said, scratching his head.
“My head?” Hit was confused by what Broly was saying.
“Uh… I need to use the bathroom,” Broly quickly left, heading to a distant restroom.
When Broly returned, he looked as if he had a revelation, trying to hold back his laughter.
“Ren… his head…” Broly whispered his discovery to Ren.
“Looks familiar, right?” Ren smiled mysteriously.
“You know?” Broly scratched his head.
“It’s obvious,” Ren said with a smile.
“It looks just like…” Broly said, shaking his head vigorously.
“No need to describe it in such detail,” Ren whispered, “and don’t tell him… Imagine the psychological impact if he knew.”
Broly nodded, agreeing with Ren’s caution.
This guy’s head is really funny.
Broly once again looked seriously at Hit, finding it increasingly amusing.
Hit’s face was cold, feeling unsteady under Broly’s gaze.
You brat, what’s your deal?
Do I look that funny?
“Can I touch it?” Broly pointed at Hit’s head.
“Get lost!” Hit snapped.
“Stingy,” Broly muttered, disappointed, then pointed at his own head. “You can touch mine.”
“Hmph,” Hit snorted, ignoring the kid.
“Ren, what’s Broly talking about?” Vados asked curiously.
“It’s nothing, Broly just thinks Hit’s head is unique,” Ren whispered.
“The universe has all kinds of beings… What’s unique about Hit’s head?” Vados was puzzled.
“Haven’t you seen it?” Ren was surprised.
“Seen what?” Vados was even more confused.
“Nothing,” Ren laughed, looking increasingly mysterious.
“I don’t get it…” Vados didn’t dwell on it and asked Champa, “Lord Champa, should we let Hit and Broly spar?”
“I don’t mind,” Champa shrugged.
“What do you think, Ren?” Vados asked.
“No need, let’s just go to the competition,” Ren suggested.
“Alright, we’ll fly slowly then,” Vados proposed, “so we don’t have to rush.”
“Pop!”
Ren didn’t hesitate, jumping onto Vados’s back and hugging her from behind, his tail wrapping around her slender waist.
It’s been six months since I felt this.
It feels great.
Vados said nothing, seemingly reminiscing about Ren hugging her from behind.
Broly stood obediently to the side.
Champa: “…”
I feel like an outsider.
Vados is my angel.
But thinking about Ren and Broly practicing that manual… I feel sorry for them.
According to that manual… even healing techniques can’t restore that.
Restoring it would probably make it ineffective.
These kids are pitiful!
So young and already lost something so precious.
“Lord Champa, we’re leaving. Keep up,” Vados said, tapping her staff on the ground.
“Pop!”
A brilliant starlight enveloped Vados, Ren, and Broly.
“Whoosh!”
The next moment, Vados, Ren, and Broly soared into the sky, quickly disappearing.
Champa: “…”
You said fly slowly… to wait for me?
You’re not taking me with you?
Champa felt frustrated.
Why do I feel like, over the past six months, Vados has grown closer to Ren and Broly?
Whose angel are you?
With no other choice, Champa emitted a purple-red glow, grabbing Hit, and flew after them.
…
In the 18th Universe, on a pristine white planet.
A beautiful woman appeared on the planet’s surface.
She had long, silver-white hair and a graceful figure, dressed in angelic attire, holding a black staff.
A golden halo adorned her neck.
“Swish!”
At that moment, the Grand Priest appeared before the woman.
“Greetings, Grand Priest,” the woman bowed.
“Lila, congratulations on restoring your true form,” the Grand Priest smiled.
“It’s still unstable, at most I can maintain this form for ten minutes a day,” Angel Lila said softly.
“With time, you’ll be able to maintain it longer,” the Grand Priest smiled. “Over the past six months, I’ve calculated that if the 18th Universe regains its former glory, you’ll recover your strength and won’t be limited to such short durations.”
“Once gone, why restore it…” Lila sighed. “The universe I loved has lost its original color.”
“Lila, a lost universe can be rebuilt,” the Grand Priest said seriously. “Don’t easily choose to perish with the universe again.”
Lila remained silent.
“By the way, there’s something you might find interesting,” the Grand Priest said.
“What is it, Grand Priest?” Lila was curious.
“You left your purest angel power in a certain universe, waiting for someone to resonate with it,” the Grand Priest smiled. “You said that, right?”
“Yes,” Lila nodded.
“You also said that person might become a true angel through training,” the Grand Priest added.
“Has that person been found?” Lila was surprised.
“Yes, he’s from Planet Vegeta in the 7th Universe, a Saiyan named Ren,” the Grand Priest smiled.
“The 7th Universe? Planet Vegeta? A Saiyan?” Lila pondered.
“Is there a problem?” the Grand Priest asked.
“I didn’t leave my angel power in the 7th Universe…” Lila suddenly said.
Grand Priest: “???”
The Grand Priest was stunned, looking at Lila in surprise.
“Did it go to the 7th Universe on its own?” Lila speculated.
Grand Priest: “…”
“That seems to be the only possibility,” the Grand Priest nodded.
There was a brief silence.
“Grand Priest, can you bring him here so I can meet him?” Lila asked.
“I came to find you partly because of this,” the Grand Priest replied.
“Oh?” Lila looked at the Grand Priest.
“See that platform over there?” The Grand Priest pointed to a large platform in the sky.
“I noticed it… I was about to ask what it is,” Lila nodded.
“In about five minutes, Ren will arrive with his apprentice God of Destruction, Broly, for the God of Destruction competition,” the Grand Priest explained.
“God of Destruction competition?” Lila was puzzled.
My 18th Universe has just begun to recover.
There are no other living beings besides me.
Why do we need a God of Destruction?
“Grand Priest, shouldn’t we need a Supreme Kai first?” Lila asked.
“No, we need an angel most now, right?” the Grand Priest smiled.
“I can’t do it, my angel power is too unstable… I can’t maintain this form for long,” Lila shook her head.
“I wasn’t referring to you,” the Grand Priest smiled mysteriously.
Lila: “…”
“Do you mean that human named Ren?” Lila quickly understood.
“You wanted to meet him, right? Now’s a good opportunity. I also hope he can quickly transform into a true angel by managing a universe,” the Grand Priest said calmly.
Lila said nothing.
“Moreover, if your angel powers are compatible, it will greatly aid your recovery,” the Grand Priest added.
“I’m sorry, Grand Priest… I can’t maintain this form any longer and need to disappear for a while,” Lila sighed, apologizing.
“No problem, once we’ve chosen an apprentice angel, he’ll assist you,” the Grand Priest said calmly.
“Alright,” Lila nodded. “I’ll leave it to you, Grand Priest.”
With that, Angel Lila’s body began to fade.
“Pop!”
The next moment, Lila’s body turned into starlight and vanished.
Watching Lila disappear, the Grand Priest remained expressionless but was puzzled.
Did Lila really not leave her angel power in the 7th Universe?
Then how did Ren cultivate angel power?
It shouldn’t be possible!
Luckily, I’ll see him in a few minutes.
I can determine whose angel power he has.
The Grand Priest flew into the sky, arriving near the platform.
The platform resembled a large spinning top, with a central pillar.
Below the platform was the top’s conical shape.
It looked like a smaller version of the Tournament of Power arena.
The Tournament of Power Arena held 80 people.
This God of Destruction competition likely has around eight participants.
Each universe can send one participant.
No, each angel can send one participant.
The 7th Universe has three angels: Whis, the formal angel; Merus, the apprentice angel; and Ren, a human angel.
Each angel brings a God of Destruction for the newly restored 18th Universe’s competition.
The Grand Priest floated in the air, waiting.
“Whoosh!”
First to arrive were
Merus and his apprentice God of Destruction, Majin Buu.
Merus flew in with Majin Buu, appearing beside the Grand Priest.
Merus bowed to the Grand Priest.
Majin Buu stood straight, his chubby belly sticking out like a middle-aged man’s beer belly. He yawned.
Majin Buu was forcibly woken up.
He had been in a deep sleep, hard to wake.
Merus had to beat him awake.
Fearing Merus’s power, Majin Buu didn’t argue but wasn’t happy.
Seeing Merus bowing to the Grand Priest, Majin Buu glanced at Merus.
Is he your dad?
Look at you, fawning.
As Majin Buu thought this, Merus pushed his head down, forcing him to bow.
Majin Buu looked even angrier.
All my life, only Bibidi made me bow.
“Greet the Grand Priest! Didn’t I tell you to be polite?” Merus scolded.
Fearing Merus, Majin Buu obediently bowed, eyes filled with anger.
Seeing Majin Buu behave, Merus relaxed.
“Merus, your apprentice God of Destruction isn’t well-trained,” the Grand Priest noted.
Merus scratched his head, feeling sad.
I didn’t have time to train him.
After bringing him to Galactic Patrol HQ, he ate a big meal and then went to sleep.
I’m exhausted.
“Yes… but I’ll work hard to make him a true God of Destruction,” Merus replied.
“Turn into chocolate!” Majin Buu muttered, his antenna aimed at the Grand Priest.
Merus was terrified.
Grand Priest: “…”
The Grand Priest was puzzled.
Do you want to turn me into chocolate?
“Bang!”
Merus’s staff appeared and struck Majin Buu’s face.
Majin Buu’s face was marked.
“I won’t eat it… why so mad?” Majin Buu looked innocent.
“Idiot! Do you know who he is?” Merus shouted.
“No,” Majin Buu shook his head.
“I told you when we came!” Merus yelled.
“I was asleep,” Majin Buu scratched his head.
Merus wanted to cry.
Why did you fall asleep then?
I introduced the Grand Priest, and you fell asleep?
“He’s the Grand Priest, the universe’s greatest deity,” Merus explained.
“Uh…” Majin Buu looked at the Grand Priest.
The Grand Priest smiled at Majin Buu, glancing at Merus.
“The universe’s greatest deity isn’t the Supreme Kai?” Majin Buu patted his belly. “I ate two of them.”
Merus was speechless.
Majin Buu eating Supreme Kais was known.
But you don’t have to say it before the Grand Priest.
The Grand Priest said nothing, calmly watching Majin Buu.
After a moment.
“Merus, you’ve lost your calm,” the Grand Priest sighed. “As an angel, you must always stay calm.”
“Yes, Grand Priest,” Merus bowed.
“Think of your God of Destruction as a pet. This mindset helps you improve,” the Grand Priest advised.
“I… I understand, Grand Priest,” Merus seemed enlightened.
A pet.
No wonder angels like Cus, Vados, and Whis stay calm.
They see their Gods of Destruction as pets.
Treat them well usually and discipline them when needed.
Merus felt enlightened.
It is such a simple concept, why didn’t I realize?
“Buu, want chocolate?” Merus asked.
“Chocolate?” Majin Buu looked at the Grand Priest.
I wanted to turn him into chocolate, you wouldn’t let me eat it.
“I have Earth chocolate, the kind Mr. Satan gave you,” Merus said, raising his hand.
“Pop!”
Merus held a large amount of chocolate.
At least fifty pounds.
Grand Priest: “…”
Majin Buu’s eyes lit up, snatching the chocolate and stuffing his mouth.
“Merus, come here,” the Grand Priest sighed, calling Merus.
Merus, puzzled, approached and bowed.
“Merus, heard of ‘a bushel of rice grudge, a peck of rice favor’?” the Grand Priest asked.
Merus shook his head.
“Training your God of Destruction takes skill. Though he’s like a pet, don’t spoil him,” the Grand Priest advised. “Use a stick and carrot. Giving so much chocolate at once isn’t as effective as giving a little each time.”
Merus’s eyes brightened.
Yes, the Grand Priest is right.
Why didn’t I think of this?
“Learn well,” the Grand Priest advised.
“I understand, Grand Priest,” Merus nodded.
Majin Buu quickly finished the chocolate.
Feeling better, Majin Buu licked his lips, patted his belly, and grinned.
The Grand Priest said no more, turning to another direction.
“Whoosh!”
A brilliant light streaked across the sky.
The next moment, Angel Campari and God of Destruction Mosco from the 3rd Universe arrived near the platform.
“Greetings, Grand Priest!” Campari bowed.
Mosco kneeled.
Mosco’s contestant, Majikayo, also kneeled.
“Rise,” the Grand Priest said, pointing to the stands, “go sit over there.”
“Yes, Grand Priest,” Campari replied.
“Gugu gugu!” Mosco bowed again.
The three flew to the stands and sat down.
“Grand Priest, I’ll take my seat too,” Merus said politely.
The Grand Priest nodded.
“Come, Buu, let’s sit,” Merus called, flying to the stands with Majin Buu.
But Merus didn’t sit near Mosco, keeping a distance.
“Pop!”
Mosco’s stomach hatch opened, and Mule emerged, sitting beside Campari.
“Strange, why did the apprentice angel’s God of Destruction change?” Mule wondered.
“Maybe the previous one wasn’t suitable,” Campari replied.
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