"Big Brother Gran!"
"Gran!"
Little Broly and Bulma cried out at the same time.
The one who had suddenly appeared was none other than Gran himself.
Seeing the mysterious figure materialize out of nowhere—and hearing how Little Broly and Bulma addressed him—Jaco and Tights immediately understood.
This was the legendary god.
Their hearts tightened. They hurriedly bent at the waist and saluted.
"Greetings, Lord Gran."
The two of them were very tactful.
A being capable of granting eternal youth was undoubtedly terrifying.
While keeping their heads lowered, they secretly stole glances at the god before them.
Golden armbands encircled his arms. A single earring—the God of Destruction's earring—hung from his ear. He wore an ancient-looking outfit, unlike anything modern.
A faint but oppressive aura coiled around him, giving off the unmistakable presence of an old, primordial deity.
Only
This god looked far too young.
"Hmm?"
Standing on the beach, Gran followed the sound of their voices and looked over.
Tights hadn't cut her hair short yet. She bore some resemblance to Bulma, though she looked more mature and voluptuous—like a perfectly ripened peach.
The other one, the Ultraman-looking Galactic Patrolman, was Jaco.
As for his strength—
Trash.
Gran hadn't expected that Bulma would actually manage to find her sister in less than half a day.
He only spared Tights and Jaco a brief glance before shifting his gaze to Bulma.
"Let's go. It's time to return to Earth."
Little Broly obediently walked straight to Gran's side.
Bulma, however, didn't move. She hesitated, clearly wanting to say something.
"What is it?"
Gran paused, slightly puzzled.
"Lord Gran… could you take me to the East Galaxy?"
Bulma explained the trouble her sister had run into.
Tights' eyes lit up.
The person before her was a god—surely he had the ability to take them to the East Galaxy instantly. The only question was whether he wanted to.
"Take you to the East Galaxy?"
Gran narrowed his eyes.
"Yes."
Bulma looked at him expectantly.
Gran replied calmly, "No."
"I've already finished what I came out here to do. I'm going back to Earth to adjust my condition."
He needed a full year of preparation—this was all in anticipation of entering the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
"Ah…?"
Bulma's face fell in disappointment.
She'd really thought Gran would agree, considering how long she'd been serving as his "caretaker."
"If Gran is busy, then forget it, Bulma,"
Tights stepped forward and patted her sister's shoulder.
"I'll stay here for now. Once I finish this sci-fi novel, I'll return to Earth."
From what Bulma had described, this man was a god who governed Destruction. It was best not to anger someone like that.
"But—"
Bulma grew anxious.
"Are you coming back or not?"
Gran took Little Broly's hand and raised his fingers to his forehead.
"If you're not leaving, I am."
"Gran is so annoying!"
Bulma pouted.
"I only asked you to take me there—not to personally deal with that criminal!"
She finally walked over obediently.
Gran wasn't angry. He was just about to take Bulma and Broly back to Earth when—
Bulma muttered angrily,
"If Gran won't take me, I'll just ask Whis to bring me back!"
The moment those words left her mouth, Gran's face darkened.
With Bulma's methods, Whis would definitely agree.
"You're really something…"
Gran shot her a glare, then sighed helplessly.
"Fine. Don't bother Whis. I'll take you."
"Really?!"
Bulma's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Tights also looked at Gran with hope-filled eyes.
"Are we going or not?"
Gran said impatiently.
"If not, I'm leaving."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Bulma quickly had Tights and Jaco place their hands on her shoulders, then she put her own hand on Gran's shoulder.
Whoosh.
In an instant, Gran and the others vanished.
East Galaxy — Planet Bell
On that very day, five figures suddenly appeared on the planet.
"This is Planet Bell. I'll give you one hour."
Gran glanced around.
They were standing on a bustling commercial street. All kinds of alien races could be seen moving about on both sides.
"Thank you, Lord Gran!"
Bulma immediately called out to Little Broly.
"Stay with me. When we get back, I'll treat you to a huge feast."
Little Broly didn't speak, but his eyes burned with excitement.
"Let's go."
Bulma took her sister and flew into the sky.
Jaco couldn't fly, so Little Broly had to carry him along.
Their sudden ascent drew plenty of attention from the street below. Some aliens quickly activated their communicators, reporting what they'd seen.
Gran noticed their movements—but didn't care.
With Little Broly's strength, no one on this planet could pose a threat to him at the moment.
Gran began strolling leisurely around Planet Bell.
After wandering for a while, he realized that this was a trade planet—and the main commodity being sold was…
Planets.
"Another cosmic real-estate business?"
Gran frowned.
Only Frieza did things like this—
No, wait.
There was also Frieza's father… and his older brother.
The entire Frost Demon Clan made their living by selling planets.
So whose territory was this, exactly?
Gran found it interesting.
He had been in the Dragon Ball world for quite some time now, yet he still hadn't encountered a single member of the Frost Demon Clan.
Unconsciously, Gran found himself standing before the tallest building on the planet.
At the same time—
A deep humming sound echoed from above.
It was the roar of spaceship engines.
Gran looked up.
A massive ship descended from the sky, landing in a nearby docking zone.
Moments later, a figure riding a hovering chair-pod floated out from the ship's hatch, followed closely by three others.
"These three are members of the Cooler Armored Squadron."
Gran narrowed his eyes as he looked at the one seated in the hover chair.
"So this planet belongs to Cooler…
also known as Kura."