Give me a stone and a comment and l shall grant you what you desire the most.
A girlfriend.
You Fucking degenerates.
Regardless enjoy.
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Frieza sat upon the golden throne of Bucephalus.
The throne room was silent, the air thick with the metallic tang of his own golden ichor pooling on the marble below.
He waited.
Patient.
The clock on the holographic display ticked down — thirty minutes granted to the Ginyu Force.
Now, two minutes remained.
The communicator chimed.
Frieza activated it without moving.
Captain Ginyu's voice burst through — triumphant, eager for praise.
"We have conquered the planet, my lord! There are only 100 of the 600 Namekians left alive. We have taken the Dragon Balls by force. And… we've also secured a Namekian child with his family as hostages so he can translate the wish for us."
Ginyu's tone was clear — proud, expecting commendation for his initiative.
Frieza's lips curved — a small, chilling smile that didn't reach his remaining eye.
"Well done," he said, voice smooth and cold. "You have not disappointed me."
Ginyu's relief was audible.
"Now then," Frieza continued, tone shifting to absolute command, "summon the dragon. I have things to do."
"As you command, my lord!"
The feed switched to visual — Namek's surface, villages in ruins, smoke rising from burning homes, bodies strewn across blood-soaked grass.
Ginyu stood amid the carnage, Dragon Balls piled at his feet — seven orbs glowing faintly, stained with green blood.
A small Namekian child — no older than Dende's age — knelt nearby, trembling, face bruised.
His family — parents and siblings — bound and gagged behind him, eyes wide with terror.
Ginyu shoved the child forward harshly — boot to the back, sending the boy sprawling toward the blood-soaked Dragon Balls.
"Call the dragon, brat," Ginyu snarled.
The child looked up — tears streaming, glancing desperately at his father figure.
The father's head was down — ashamed, broken, unable to meet his son's eyes, knowing resistance meant death for all.
The child was torn — save his family, or protect the sacred balls from these monsters?
Silence stretched — heavy, agonizing.
Ginyu's patience snapped.
He slapped the child — hard, open-palmed, the crack echoing.
Blood sprayed from the boy's mouth, a tooth flying.
The child crumpled, sobbing.
"Hurry up, mutt!" Ginyu roared. "We don't have all day!"
The boy crawled forward — hands shaking — and placed them on the Dragon Balls.
Tears fell onto the orbs.
He whispered the words — voice breaking.
The sky darkened.
Lightning cracked.
Porunga rose — massive, menacing, eyes glowing.
"State your wishes,Mortal"
The child looked back at his family one last time.
Then obeyed.
The dragon's eyes flared.
And Frieza's will began to reshape reality.
Again.
Frieza leaned back on his throne aboard Bucephalus. The holographic feed showed Porunga towering over the surface, the young Namekian child trembling as he translated.
Frieza's voice cut through the feed — calm, deliberate, laced with insatiable hunger.
"Porunga," he said carefully, each word measured like a blade. "Grant me, Frieza, all the knowledge of magical spells in the universe — whether they be holy or unholy, I care little. Grant me all you can, all you know."
Porunga paused — the massive dragon's form stilling, the air on Namek thickening with ancient power.
Then his eyes glowed red.
His voice boomed across the planet — deep, resonant, shaking the ruins.
"It is possible."
"Granted."
The knowledge hit Frieza like a supernova to the soul.
A torrent.
An ocean.
A brick straight to his temple.
An infinite flood of arcane secrets — holy seals from the Kais, unholy curses from the Demon Realm, Babidi's mind domination, Moro's energy drain, Bibidi's creation magic, forbidden soul-binding arts, time fragments, illusion veils, elemental transmutation, reality-warping glyphs — thousands upon thousands of spells, techniques, rituals pouring into his mind at once.
His brain simply couldn't contain it.
Frieza twitched.
Then screamed — a raw, guttural howl of agony that tore from his throat, echoing through the ship, through the void, Cym wondering in terror if the entire universe could hear his lord's torment.
His head throbbed — boiling from within, neurons frying under the weight, blood vessels bursting in golden sprays from his nose and ears.
The knowledge was too vast.
Too much.
It was as he had turn left on the crossroads
His brain deteriorated faster than regeneration could heal — gray matter liquefying, thoughts fracturing in white-hot pain.
Frieza's indomitable human will — the human stubbornness buried deep — fought back.
He gripped the throne arms his claws digging into metal.
Ki surged — normal and god-ki both flooding his skull, trying to repair the damage, knitting tissue in frantic bursts.
But it was losing.
This price of insatiable greed.
Just when the edge of oblivion beckoned Frieza to their warm embrace.
the flood ended.
Frieza slumped — gasping, tears streaming from his remaining eye, blood dripping from his mouth.
Then he laughed.
Low at first.
Then manic — full-throated, psychotic, echoing through the chamber as tears mixed with blood on his face.
"AHAHAHAHhahahah You all were fools!"
he screamed amidst the laughter, voice cracking with mad triumph.
"To think it was possible! Hidden beneath the crust of the universe."
Among the torrent, he had found it.
A forbidden technique — soul-shaping.
The ability to mold the soul's form.
To heal it.
To strengthen it.
With immense ki and magic as fuel.
For Frieza?
It was similar to Asking a billionaire for a dollar. It was so ridiculously stupid he could noyhelp himself but laugh.
He focused — god-ki pouring into his soul like rivers into an ocean.
The soul technique reshaped his Hakai ridden body and now it finally free from it torment.
His left eye socket bubbled — flesh knitting, iris forming red in black sclera in under a millisecond.
His shoulder stump surged — bone extending, muscle weaving, skin sealing, a perfect arm manifesting as if teleported into existence.
Regeneration now bordered true immortality — hakai scars gone, body flawless once more.
And with it — all Yardrat techniques mastered: Instant Transmission, spirit fission, giant form, Forced spirit vission.
And Kai-Kai — Supreme Kai's realm-crossing teleportation.
Frieza flexed his new hand — fingers crackling with power.
He stood — whole, stronger.
Porunga's massive form loomed over Namek's blood-soaked plains, the dragon's voice booming through the communicator and across the ruined landscape.
"What is your second wish, mortal?"
Frieza remaining eye gleamed narrowing with cold, calculating.
He sensed the ki signatures of all the Ginyu Force, the child, the Dragon Balls Across the whole Galaxy
A flicker of thought.
And Instant Transmission.
Space folded.
Frieza vanished from the throne room.
He reappeared on the surface — directly in front of Porunga, boots touching down on scorched earth amid the carnage.
The Ginyu Force staggered back — eyes wide in shock.
Ginyu stepped forward, mouth opening. "My lord— how did you—?"
Frieza ignored him.
He looked up at the dragon — face to face, unflinching.
"My second wish," he said, voice calm and absolute, carrying across the devastation.
"Grant me a complete map of Universe 7 — every planet, every star, every hidden realm. With a search function that allows me to query anything I desire. For example, if I type 'oxygen,' it shows every planet with a breathable atmosphere. If I type 'strong warriors,' it lists worlds with high power levels."
(Author note /// basically google for planet)
He paused, smile sharpening.
"And highlight in red — every planet containing a time chamber where years pass inside while only days elapse outside."
Porunga's eyes glowed brighter — red light intensifying.
"It is possible."
"Granted."
A holographic orb materialized in Frieza's hand — small, glowing, pulsing with data.
The map.
Infinite knowledge at his fingertips.
Frieza closed his fist around it.
The Ginyu Force bowed low.
The child whimpered.
Frieza turned his gaze to Porunga.
One wish left.
The dragon waited.
And Frieza's mind raced with possibilities.
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How was it