Dragonball Rebirth Novels & Stories

He had learned a lot in the space of a few breaths. He knew, just like Anna and Peter that their father had a unique skill. This was the skill called Perpetual Rebirth. This skill allowed the user to be reborn in the body of another, no matter how madly mutilated they were before they died. The downside was that you couldn’t personally select what body you would inherit. So you could end up as an old man, or as a newborn. It was even possible to find yourself back in the womb! Luckily it was quite picky too. Perpetual rebirth only picked targets with great strength and impressive talent. So even if you ended up in the body of an old man, it will be an old man with a great amount of talent. T

Jenson fixed an evaluative gaze on Baby Robbie’s face. His face had once been extremely bright and youthful. However, the dark expression currently etched upon it told him that he was experiencing some deep worries. “Isn’t it a good thing that they’ve entered the cycle of rebirth? Why aren’t you happy?” Baby Robbie said, “Tenzel said that only one of them among the three can return to the world. He mentioned that this person will be the person who loves me the most. She’ll be the only one who can overcome all sorts of difficulties and return to my side.”

“But with time? I realised I wouldn't even have the luxury to think or get mad if I had been buried.” “And the gift box? I cherish it deeply. I don't care if I pass on without finding my biological parents and all, but I'll keep it till my last breath.” Being buried would have cost me this. This moment of connection and bonding. I've always known there's a story, but I never imagined it to be this wild. A dead girl coming back to life and being saved by a man who didn't have much to himself? It makes me want to be a better person for myself, my future home and my children.

Mystics were divided into three levels: the earthly realm, the enlightened realm, and the transcendent realm. In her previous life, she was in the earthly realm, but after being reborn, she broke through and entered the enlightened realm. The opponent should have just entered the enlightened realm. Since returning, she had been steadily improving her strength, and with the protective divine artifacts that Moses had given her, she was stronger than him. Jenny sighed in relief. "That's good." Back at Harper Group, the amulet on Soloman's compass suddenly ignited and turned to ash. Soloman's expression changed slightly. "The opponent is strong. One person's blood isn't enough."

It went down for miles, deep into the warm, humming heart of the Earth. As we descended, the air grew sweeter. The smell of ash faded, replaced by the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine—memories of a world I had never truly known, but that the Genesis engines still remembered. We reached the bottom. The chamber was a cathedral of light. In the center sat a chair made of living roots and glowing fiber-optics. It looked like a throne, but I knew it was a prison. "Once you sit down," Hope said, standing at the edge of the platform, "the 'Re-Birth' begins. The shroud will start to break. In a hundred years, the sun will touch the ground again. In a thousand, the oceans will be blue."

I asked out loud. “You don’t have to speak, Eva. We are one. I know your thoughts, and you will learn to read mine as well. We can silently communicate with each other through a mindlink. You need to get ready. Do you have anything here that you want to take with you?” Meari asked. “No, I don’t. I just want to leave. But were Tori and Keefe reborn, too?” I asked. “Since the Moon Goddess put us back a month’s time. They are fine. They are alive, and since they won’t have to come here to rescue you, they will not be killed. Not until their time comes,” Meari replied. I sagged in relief at hearing that.

My head felt light, "Tokyo? He just ran away? The Richard I know doesn't just run away. He fights. He doesn't accept defeat." I thought about my past life, the one I had been reborn from. I had come back three years in time to fix everything, but the story was changing. It was nothing like the usual script I had remembered. Richard was gone. Eleanor was dead, and Katherine is lurking in the shadows. Was it that easy to be finally free? "Maybe he finally gave up," Michelle suggested, sounding relieved. "Maybe he's really scared of my brother." "Maybe," I whispered. But deep down, a chill ran through me. It felt too easy. It felt like a lie.

My fingertips tingle with unfamiliar energy, and when I flex my hands, sparks dance between my fingers before sputtering out like dying stars. *The powers are returning.* But they feel foreign, unsteady, like they're testing me before deciding whether I'm worthy of their full strength. The energy crackles along my skin, unpredictable and wild, and I press my hands against my chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of my heartbeat. Is this what rebirth feels like—messy and uncertain and nothing like the fairy tales promised? The silver light fades as quickly as it came, leaving me gasping in the darkness, wondering if I imagined it all. But the tingling in my fingertips remains, a reminder that som

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.