Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 235 Bulma Turns into a Toad

The sun was warm, a gentle breeze was blowing, and Bulma leaned comfortably against the mountainside, eating a can of food with a carefree attitude. Just then, a cute-looking toad quietly approached her and gently rubbed its head against Bulma's thigh.

Bulma glanced down at it, a smile playing on her lips, and chuckled softly, "You're quite something, aren't you? It's precisely because of your uniqueness that I've kept you by my side. Remember when you suddenly pounced on my face? It really startled me. But later, when I went to wash my face, you actually brought me a towel, which was amazing. What, you want some too?"

The toad seemed to understand her, nodding its head repeatedly. Seeing this, Bulma scooped a spoonful of food from the can, gently placed it on the ground, and said, "Here you go." The toad immediately hopped over happily and began to eat with great relish.

Bulma watched it eat with a look of surprise, and couldn't help but murmur, "I never expected you to like this. And what about this?" As she spoke, she quickly rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a piece of chocolate. The toad's eyes widened instantly at the sight of the chocolate, tears welling up in its eyes, and it nodded frantically.

Bulma was amused by its appearance and burst into laughter. She broke off a piece of chocolate, flicked it with her finger, and the chocolate arced through the air. The toad reacted nimbly, flipping and leaping into the air to catch the chocolate, then savoring it with satisfaction. Watching the toad's elegant and adorable antics, Bulma laughed so hard she almost fell over, her laughter echoing through the mountains.

"Hahahahahahahaha..." Bulma laughed heartily, tears welling in her eyes. Suddenly, as if struck by a revelation, she abruptly stopped laughing, saying with a look of realization, "It feels like it's been a very, very long time since I've laughed so freely." She looked tenderly at the toad beside her, her eyes full of curiosity, "Speaking of which, you seem to understand every word I say, it's amazing. It's a pity, though, I can't understand what you're 'saying'."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bulma's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands excitedly: "Oh my god, why didn't I think of that sooner! If I had a translator, I could communicate with you!" No sooner said than done, she was full of energy and immediately started working, quickly rummaging through her backpack to find various tools. Her brow furrowed slightly as she intently stared at the tools, her fingers skillfully manipulating them. In no time, her front was filled with various electronic components and circuits, clearly ready to get down to business.

Meanwhile, the toad was happily munching on its chocolate. Its expression of enjoyment vanished instantly upon seeing Bulma's actions, leaving it speechless. It tilted its head, its mouth still churning the chocolate, its cheeks puffing out, and just stared blankly at Bulma as she busied herself with her task.

After a flurry of activity yet methodical work, Bulma's forehead was beaded with sweat, and a few strands of hair clung to her cheeks, but her eyes shone with excitement. Holding the newly completed translator in both hands, she examined it with satisfaction for a moment, then snapped the lid shut and exclaimed excitedly, "It's done! I didn't expect it to be so easy, haha!"

Hands on her hips, a confident and proud smile spread across her face as she loudly proclaimed, "Hmph, anything in the hands of genius Bulma is a piece of cake! Absolutely effortless!" With that, she crouched down and carefully placed the translator around the toad's neck, meticulously adjusting its position to align with its throat. Then, she picked up another matching device, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, a smile playing on her lips, and excitedly declared, "Now, it's time to turn it on and witness the miracle!"

Bulma lightly pressed a button, turning on the translator. The indicator light on the machine instantly lit up, emitting a soft blue glow. Her face full of anticipation, her eyes fixed on the toad, she said impatiently, "Just say anything, anything at all. I can't wait to chat with you!"

Just then, something strange happened. A golden light flashed before the toad's eyes, and it, which had been lying on the ground, suddenly stood upright, its muscles tensing, looking extremely bizarre. Immediately afterward, it shouted at the top of its lungs, "Change body!" In an instant, an extremely dazzling golden light erupted from its body, so bright that it was impossible to open one's eyes. The intense light spread outward like a tide, enveloping Bulma and everything around her. Bulma was stunned by this sudden change, standing there with her mouth agape, completely speechless.

Bulma's eyes widened, her face filled with fear and confusion, her voice trembling slightly with shock: "Wh...what's going on? What happened?" Before she could recover from this extreme shock, a blinding golden light suddenly shot out from the toad's mouth, like lightning, straight into her mouth.

Bulma had no time to dodge and could only instinctively close her eyes. In an instant, a strange power surged into her body through her throat, feeling like countless tiny needles were piercing through her body, a tingling sensation mixed with a slight stinging pain.

A moment later, the golden light slowly dissipated. Bulma slowly opened her eyes, and a strange, cold smile flashed in her once clear and lively eyes. She spoke softly, her voice carrying an unfamiliar cunning: "Hehe, I finally found a human, but I didn't expect to possess a human so quickly."

At the same time, the toad slowly stood up and opened its eyes. And what came through the translator was Bulma's panicked voice: "Oh dear, what's going on? How did I get here? Ah!"

Bulma—or rather, the mysterious entity currently occupying Bulma's body—reached out and grabbed the toad, holding it up to her face. Staring intently into the toad's eyes, she said viciously, "Speaking of which, I should thank you, Miss." The toad, held in her hand, struggled desperately, its eyes filled with fear and confusion, croaking but unable to utter a word. It was as if its consciousness had been completely suppressed, leaving only instinctive fear.

Bulma, with a look of disgust on her face, tossed the toad away with a flick of her wrist. The toad landed on the ground with a thud, and the translator around its neck fell off, rolling a considerable distance away.

After looking the body up and down, Bulma curled her lip and said with disgust, "But this body is really quite ugly." As she spoke, she placed her hand on her chest and stroked it back and forth, looking extremely picky.

Seeing this, the toad croaked frantically, leaping up and flailing its short limbs in the air, trying to stop this strange and offensive act. But it was powerless to influence the possessing, mysterious consciousness; it could only watch helplessly. Despair and anger filled the toad's eyes as it muttered, "No way..."

Bulma completely ignored the toad's reaction, withdrew her hand, and chuckled coldly to herself, muttering, "Alright, now I need to find an even stronger body."