57 Chapter 57 - Granolah's Story

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Granolah fell to his knees, his body shaking, and his eyes widened in shock.

Yamcha felt sad for him. The revelation of working for your mother's killer wasn't the easiest pill to swallow. Also, one of the people who killed your whole race was the one who also saved you and your mother.

But there was another thing that had grabbed Yamcha's attention. The dragon radar showed two dots. One of the dots was close. If he were a betting man, he would say the dragon ball was in the Namekian's house.

The other dragon ball was in the city close by. Yamcha wondered if this set only had two dragon balls? Or maybe the others were inside a living body, which the dragon radar wouldn't be able to see through. "You have dragon balls on this planet too?"

Monaito was about to go and help Granolah when he heard Yamcha's words, and his body froze.

"Why? Are you interested in having them?" The Namekian had his guard up.

Yamcha put the dragon radar back in his pocket to hide that he was actually putting it in the inventory. "No, though I would like to see how they look and learn about their limitations."

Seeing that the Namekian wasn't put at ease, Yamcha knew the old man was smart enough that if he tried coercing tactics, he would notice. "Our dragon balls can't grant big power boosts since their creator doesn't have the ability to unlock someone's potential."

While Kami's dragon balls don't have the ability to unlock someone's potential or give new forms, that was only until Dende became the Earth's guardian. The dragon balls could gain the ability to unlock new forms for someone like Piccolo after Dendei upgrades them.

"Then you must have already used your dragon balls," Monaito narrowed his eyes. "Your body reeks of the smell of a wish-granting Dragon."

'Dragon balls have a smell? I didn't know that. Also, how could my body smell of something like that? Is it the dragon balls in my inventory? But Piccolo couldn't smell them… Ah, I see now… that's it.' Yamcha thought. "Yes, but not to strengthen myself. I don't believe in having power given for no reason."

Unless he couldn't keep up with Goku and the rest anymore, then he would immediately turn himself into a Saiyan. But he didn't say that out loud. Monaito seemed like a rigid Namekian who believed that dragon balls shouldn't be used for selfish reasons.

"I will kill them!" Granola yelled out, coming to his senses after his shock. "Everyone of those Heeter bastards! I will kill them all!"

"No!" Monaito approached Granolah and tried to shake him from his stupor. "You're the one who would die instead if you focused on revenge."

Granolah pushed the old Namekian away and looked at the sky with tears in his eyes. "I-"

Yamcha karate chopped the teen on the back of his neck, knocking him out cold. "Seeing his temper, I can understand why you decided to keep it a secret from him about what had truly happened."

"This stupid kid, why can't he just forget such foolish thoughts Taking down Frieza is impossible, even if he somehow pulled it off by some miracle. The tyrant's father, King Cold, and brother Cooler would hunt him down to all corners of the galaxy." The old Namekian seemed to age a decade in minutes.

'He doesn't seem to believe in Granolah's talent.'

Yamcha would be the same if he didn't have his Observe Skill. How could some random kid in the middle of nowhere space, whose race was killed by Frieza's lapdogs, defeat what was arguably this universe's most talented mortal?

Picking up Granolah on a piggyback ride, Yamcha brought the young teen back to the Namekian's hut. "Don't worry. I will take care of Frieza in your stead. Just give me some years."

"Well, the whole universe will rejoice if you do that." Monaito chuckled, believing it to be a joke.

Finding a nice couch in the hut's living room, Yamcha sat down and noticed a TV in the corner of the room.

His curiosity gnarled at him to see what Sugarian TV was like, but he kept his needs under control. He could check later what was on the TV or if they had their equivalent of alien adult films.

"As we were talking before, the dragon balls. On my planet, there are seven of them, and they can grant any wish but with some limitations." Yamcha explained calmly.

The old Namekian went into another room and brought back a one-star dragon ball about the size of a gold ball. "I have the one-star dragon ball, and the other is somewhere on the planet. I don't know where though."

'Wait. Another dragon ball? Just another one?' Yamcha licked his lips as his heart started beating like a drum. He had a thousand questions. But didn't want to make a fool of himself. "There are some limitations to your dragon balls too, right?"

"Well, you could say it's quite hard to find them when they're used. Also, big wishes have some degree of sacrifice." Monaito sat down and handed the one-star dragon ball over to Yamcha. The latter stared at the old Namekian, who had an unreadable look on his face.

Was this some kind of test?

Yamcha threw the dragon ball back to its maker. "Finding them is hard? If you find them, could you immediately use a wish again?"

"Obviously," the old Namekian looked at the one-star dragon ball with a saddened gaze. "Though there's another unspoken rule amongst our ancestors. Never use the dragon balls for selfish wishes. I never quite learned why they said that."

To say that he wasn't curious about the Namekians' history, Yamcha would just be lying to himself.

By all derogatives, the Namekians should have been the strongest race.

They live peacefully on Namek, so there might not be a reason now, but in the past, they had Super Namekians and people like Lord Slug. Something must have happened in the past which made the Namekians afraid of using their own creations, or maybe there was some kind of drawback.

Dragon balls on this planet were much different than those on Earth. Yamcha knew the next question would make Monaito cautious of him, but he still asked. "If I were to wish to become the strongest in the universe, what would happen?"

Monaito frowned at the question. But didn't seem as unhappy as Yamcha thought he would be. "The dragon would try its best to complete your wish, probably doing something like pulling any and all latent potential within you, making you the strongest you could ever be. Though how strong that is would be limited by your latent potential. It would also kill you trying to do that. Since such a big wish would require an enormous amount of sacrifice."

Yamcha stood there, frozen, a small smile coming to his face.

He was amazed, except for the Super Dragon Balls he had thought there were no other dragon balls out there that could increase someone's power exponentially.

Of course, he wouldn't use such a thing as the drawback didn't seem worth it.

With how uncertain the reality of his death was, Yamcha didn't want to die any time soon, or ever for that matter. He would rather become a God of Destruction and enjoy millions of years cruising Universe 7.

"Where are you going?" Monaito asked. Yamcha didn't need to use Observe to know the old Namekain was worried he was going out to search for the other Dragon Ball.

"To pay a visit to these Heeters," Yamcha crouched down and touched Granolah's forehead. Which immediately gave him access to the teen's memories.

Yamcha didn't care much about what the youngster knew. He was skipping most memories until he came to one where it showed an asteroid.

'So that's where the Heeter's base is.' Yamcha walked out of the door, creating a barrier around himself before setting off into space again.