Gran knew this method couldn't be kept secret. He wouldn't care if others copied it, but that didn't mean he would willingly let them do so.
Especially in the Dragon Ball World, where strength reigned supreme. If they dared to copy it, he dared to charge the appropriate Patent Fees.
As for whether they would renege on the deal or simply refuse to pay...
Did they dare?
"Patent Fees?"
The Gods immediately frowned. They didn't quite understand the term.
At that moment, Bulma came trotting over from afar. "My lords, you probably don't know what Patent Fees are. I can explain."
Belmod and Rumsshi exchanged a glance. This Mortal was quite bold, daring to interrupt a conversation between Gods.
However...
Neither of them reacted much. They had just been thoroughly beaten by Gran, and if this Mortal had some connection to him, they would be in serious trouble if they made a move.
"Tch!"
Champa curled his lip. He had thought those two lofty Gods of Destruction would do something to Bulma.
If they had, there would have been another good show to watch.
Seeing this, Vegeta placed his small hand over his chest. His heart was pounding wildly. His wife's younger sister was truly far too bold!
"Patent Fees mean that..."
Bulma began explaining it to the Gods.
When Bulma finished speaking!
"What? Gran, you mean that as long as we copy your competition format, we have to give you benefits?" Belmod's voice rose considerably.
"Got a problem with that?"
Gran folded his arms, pleased with Bulma's initiative. It saved him the trouble of wasting his breath.
Bulma promptly scampered back to Gran and Whis. She felt much safer beside these two big shots.
Whis couldn't help smiling. If Gran and he hadn't been around, this Poop Scooper probably