Multiverse Share: 36 Worlds at the Same Time

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Half an hour later, inside the floating fortress…

"Bad news, Lord Pilaf! Those six Dragon Balls are headed straight for us—fast! They'll catch up in just a few minutes!"

The panicked dog-faced lackey, Shu, burst into Pilaf's room, his face pale and drenched in sweat. 

"What?! That's impossible! We masked the Dragon Balls' energy signals!"

"There was a while when they couldn't track us at all, so how did they suddenly lock onto us again?!"

Pilaf's face twisted in panic.

"Maybe that special containment box broke?" suggested Mai, the girl of the group.

"No way!" Pilaf shook his head—though he still hurried over to double-check. A scan later, and the box was working just fine.

Which just made him look even more miserable.

He turned back to Shu. "They're still coming here?"

"Yes, Lord Pilaf!"

Shu nodded, practically trembling in place.

Pilaf gritted his teeth. "Looks like they've really locked onto us somehow. The fortress might've given away our position."

"No choice—we're moving! Grab the Dragon Ball! We need to hide it again before they get here!"

He scooped up the containment box and motioned for his minions to follow.

But then…

"Sorry, not happening."

A voice rang out, and before they could even react, Dragorr appeared right beside them with Bulma and Launch at his side.

With one quick move, Dragorr swiped the Dragon Ball container out of Pilaf's hands.

He gave Pilaf a smug look. "I've gotta admit, for a little blue gremlin, you're surprisingly smart. Too bad you ran into me."

Honestly, if it had been anyone else chasing him, Pilaf might've slipped away again.

"You bastard! Who the hell are you?! Give it back!"

Pilaf lunged in a rage, desperate to reclaim the Dragon Ball.

Thud!

He smacked headfirst into Dragorr's invisible psychic barrier. The impact knocked him out cold—bleeding, bruised, and with his eyes rolled back.

Dragorr didn't even blink. He casually slipped the box into his spatial wristband, then pulled Bulma close with one arm and rested the other on Launch's shoulder.

The three of them vanished in a flash, leaving behind a stunned Shu and Mai.

"Quick, help Lord Pilaf!!"

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Not far from the fortress, Dragorr landed in an open clearing with Bulma and Launch. He took out all seven Dragon Balls and laid them on the ground.

"Time to make a wish! Hehehe! Dragorr, have you decided what you want yet?"

Bulma asked, eyes twinkling with excitement.

Launch looked equally curious.

"Hmm… I've got a few things in mind," Dragorr said, scratching his chin. "But I'm not sure the dragon can actually grant them. Let's try and see."

Everyone knew the Earth's dragon had limits—it couldn't grant just anything. If a wish exceeded the power of the one who made the Dragon Balls, it wouldn't work.

So… could he really wish for top-tier Saiyan blood?

Dragorr had his doubts.

Of course, in the world of Dragon Ball, the Saiyan bloodline wasn't even the strongest. Majin Buu's immortality and insane regenerative ability arguably topped it. The guy could survive as long as even a single cell remained—and he could learn ridiculously fast, too.

"Well, let's just summon the dragon and start with your biggest, craziest wish," Bulma suggested with a grin. "Work your way down the list—one of them's bound to stick."

"Fair enough."

Dragorr nodded and raised his hand, calling out the familiar words:

"Come forth, Shenron!"

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

The Dragon Balls started glowing and humming, releasing a surge of power that spiraled upward into the sky. A massive dragon—green with a brownish-white underbelly—burst forth from the light, coiling in the sky above them.

"Whoa… Is that really Shenron?"

Both Bulma and Launch stared, awestruck.

Dragorr, meanwhile, remained calm—this wasn't his first rodeo.

"Speak your wish. I can grant one," the dragon boomed, its glowing red eyes locked onto him.

Back at the Lookout, Kami and Mr. Popo immediately sensed the activation of the Dragon Balls. They rushed to the edge of the temple, peering down toward the group below.

"Hm?"

Even from thousands of miles away, Dragorr felt the weight of their gaze. He casually glanced upward—his awareness tracing the source—and locked eyes with Kami and Mr. Popo in an instant.

"Did… did he just see us?" Kami whispered, stunned.

This was a first.

"Who is this guy?" Popo muttered, equally shaken.

Dragorr's presence was far more powerful than they'd expected.

A moment later, a calm voice echoed in their minds:

"I'll be visiting you soon, Kami. There are some things we need to talk about."

Then Dragorr gave them a polite nod from far below—acknowledging them across the vast distance like it was nothing.

He then turned to Shenron and said:

"Shenron! I want to gain the perfected Majin bloodline with complete mental stability and the ability to evolve and absorb without limits."

"This wish can't be granted," Shenron replied instantly.

Dragorr nodded as he kinda expected that, "Shenron! I want to gain the strongest possible Saiyan bloodline—but without the tail. Can you grant that wish? Also, no need to remove my Human bloodline. I wanna be Hybrid."

"Hmm…"

Shenron fell silent, seemingly calculating something.

A long moment passed before his deep voice responded:

"This wish… can be granted."

Right as he said it, his glowing red eyes shone even brighter. A beam of energy shot straight into Dragorr, engulfing him in light.

With his heightened control over his own body, Dragorr immediately felt the changes—his body was being rewritten at the genetic level. A completely new power began integrating itself into his DNA.

After a quick internal analysis, Dragorr confirmed it.

This new Saiyan gene closely resembled Goku's... but somehow even purer, more refined.

Without a doubt, this was the real deal—top-tier Saiyan bloodline.

"Heh… it actually worked? That's a surprise."

Dragorr's face showed genuine amazement.

He'd honestly thought Earth's Shenron wouldn't be strong enough to grant a wish like this. But clearly, the Eternal Dragon wasn't as weak as he'd assumed.

"Your wish has been granted," Shenron declared.

With that, the mighty dragon vanished, and the sky slowly returned to normal.

The seven Dragon Balls now glowed white as they floated in the air.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, they scattered in all directions.

But Dragorr was faster.

He instantly flashed toward one of them, grabbing it mid-air before landing back on the ground, leaving the rest to fly off and disperse.

"You're not going to catch the rest?" Bulma asked, puzzled. "With your power, it'd be super easy, right?"

"Nope." Dragorr chuckled and shook his head. "Having one is enough. As long as we hold onto a single Dragon Ball, no one else can summon Shenron without us."

"Besides," he added with a smile, "we can go treasure hunting all over again next year. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Of course, that wasn't his only reason.

He needed the Red Ribbon Army to come back into play—just like in the original timeline, when Goku wiped them out.

He didn't care about keeping the story "on track" or anything like that. It was just a setup. A trap.

He wanted Dr. Gero to notice Goku's strength and uniqueness. That would kick off the Android project—leading to the creation of 16, 17, 18, and eventually, Cell.

When the time was right, Dragorr planned to swoop in and take all of that tech for himself.

Free R&D, tailor-made by geniuses? A busty blonde? Too good to waste.

"Ooh!" Bulma's eyes sparkled. "I love it! A yearly Dragon Ball hunt sounds like a blast. But how long before they recover?"

She glanced at the now colorless orb in Dragorr's hand.

"One year," he replied.

Assuming, of course, that they didn't get stored away in Takamagahara and cut off from Earth's energy—otherwise, the balls wouldn't recharge at all.

"One year, huh? That's not bad!" Bulma grinned. "Alright then, it's a date! Let's go hunting again next year!"

"Yep! Count me in too!" said Launch, wrapping her arm around Bulma's.

"I think it sounds fun. It's settled!"

She smiled sweetly, clearly looking forward to the next adventure.

"Alright then, let's head home. If we stay out too long, your parents are gonna start worrying. Hop in!"

Dragorr tossed a Capsule onto the ground. With a pop, a flying car materialized.

He helped the girls into the vehicle, then took the wheel and slowly steered toward West City.

At the same time, one of Dragorr's clones silently took off in the direction of Kami's Lookout.

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