I Am a Saiyan

Trunks was stunned and asked himself, have he ever thought about solving the android by his own strength? I thought about it, even tried hard, and not long ago...it turned out to be miserable.

If it wasn't for good luck to save a life, there would be no warriors who could fight androids.

Vegeta...what was she thinking?

Trunks canceled his transformation in a complicated mood, left the door, and walked towards Vegeta's room.

You must have a head-to-head conversation with him to confirm!

His footsteps became a little hurried and messy, and Trunks turned around a corner and saw Vegeta's room.

"Um……?"

Vegeta was standing at the door. It seemed that he had just woken up. He stretched out his hand and pulled the door to his chest. He hugged his waist without a trace, and snorted coldly, "Is there something wrong? Waste."

Trunks also got used to Vegeta's tone a little bit. He walked over and said neatly, "I want to get stronger!"

"..."

Vegeta raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at Trunks, and said sarcastically: "Hmph, what are you looking for me for? You have been a Super Saiyan for a lot longer than me! If you want to become stronger, go to practice! What do you show me? Determined? Do you want me to praise you? Ha!"

This guy is really talking...

Trunks consciously filtered Vegeta's words in his mind and said, "My practice was taught by Gohan-san, and my perception of practice is very different from here. If I want to quickly become better, Qiang, is there any way... eh?"

Trunks moved his nose and smelled a somewhat familiar perfume, which seemed to be...

"How Super Saiyan got stronger, to find those guys..."

Vegeta stepped out, and Trunks followed with a strange expression, looking back at Vegeta's door from time to time...

Wait a minute! Not quite right! From the history of his own time and space, when the android appeared three years later, he should be about half a year old. Counting the time of pregnancy, he should be with his mother and father one day in a year and a half...

Is this too fast now? !

My mother just said that I was drunk one day because I broke up with Uncle Yamucha... Whether I won the bid once or if my mother just stayed with my father, and won the bid for a certain time among many times, I didn't say such details. Ever...are you stupid? ! How could my mother tell herself that she and her father did it... ahem, I did this kind of detail a few times!

Trunks was messy in the wind.

"Are you listening?"

Vegeta paused in her footsteps, and suddenly asked in a cold voice.

Trunks stood up straight in an instant, looked at the other party's back, and said with a cold sweat, "Yes, yes!"

"Humph! In short, Liu Lidong, No. 21 and Sun Wuming, only they know the road ahead, we just need to find them!"

"Oh oh... Then shall we go to Baozi Mountain?"

"Go to a place called Xiago Island. They ran off to play some fighting games. Naba probably went too."

Vegeta showed a wicked smile, full of the villain's gloomy temperament.

Trunks was a little silent, his father... It's so difficult to understand, no wonder his mother said she didn't know him either.

But what's going on in that room...

Trunks didn't dare to say or ask.

The two left the capsule company one after the other.

...

...

who I am? where am i? what did i do?

Bulma was lying on the bed, her eyes wide open, filled with confusion.

My head hurts... By the way, I drank alcohol in a fit of rage last night... How much did I drink?

Wait a minute, why does my waist hurt... eh? ! Stomach hurts, no! The pain doesn't seem to be in the stomach...

Bulma noticed something was wrong and rubbed her head hard.

Last night, I drank a lot and took Vegeta to drink together...

Bulma was instantly furious! That **** Vegeta! Finally became a bag robbing criminal and evolved into a strong [beep] committed? Actually taking advantage of the danger! Damn guy! The old lady will call and let Wuming do you! !

Taking out the phone, Bulma's gradually sobering head showed more memories.

【do not move! The old lady will taste the taste of a man today! quack-quack-! 】

【What is it called! shut up! 】

Bulma froze.

Strong [beep], it was me who committed the crime.

His whole body seemed to be gray, and half of his soul floated out of his mouth, and Bulma lay back on the bed with a puff, motionless.

Hehe, my life and love... are over.

Speaking of which, love doesn't really matter, does it? It takes time and effort, and it is easy to get angry. It is so happy to concentrate on scientific research... Men are big pig hooves, and they love ass.

The blow was too huge, so Bulma had no motivation. She took out the phone and dialed the number calmly.

【Bulma? Yesterday that was...]

"Let's break up, Yamucha."

【what? 】

Hang up, lose your phone.

The lady doesn't care about anything!

sleep!

Bulma rolled the quilt and crawled out a few seconds later.

Go back to your room and sleep!

...

...

Xiago Island, this time is when the audition is about to start.

The organizer of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference placed a boxing machine outside the venue. According to the size of the numbers, the top 16 contestants were screened out, and then the sixteen contestants started the official competition.

Has Bulma lost her temper again? Let's go back and talk...

"I'm going to sign up first."

Yamucha put away the phone and looked at the group of people in front of him: "Wu Ming, Naba, you really don't plan to sign up?"

"I'm not interested, it's too much trouble."

Sun Wuming was happily eating the skewers, and he said with a pouting voice: "I don't want to get over there."

Indeed, there were dense crowds of onlookers beside the boxing machine, highlighting a noisy and noisy, in the eyes of Sun Wuming, it was like a group of frogs who couldn't sleep at night and croaked one after another in the fields.

Yamucha felt relieved after hearing this, and greeted her female partner to go to the boxing machine.

On the 21st, he was a little surprised: "Xiao Wuming, didn't you promise Qiqi to bring home ten million in prize money? You won't participate..."

Sun Wuming frowned: "But it's too noisy, there are too many people, I don't want to go there."

Immediately, Sun Wuming patted his chest and said proudly: "Don't worry, I already have a way to compete!"

No. 21 rolled his eyes: "It's the best of both worlds... But, what's the way you came up with? What way?"

Sun Wuming raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smug and tucked smile.

No. 21's brows trembled slightly, how should I say it... Although I don't know what method Xiao Wuming came up with, but there is a high probability that it is a way to make him feel very relieved.

"Xiao Dong, what is Xiao Wuming's solution?"

Call foreign aid on the 21st.

Liu Lidong put one hand on her chin, opened her mouth and bit down on the baked rice cake on the drill, she chewed it slowly and swallowed it, looking sideways at Sun Wuming with a smile.

Sun Wuming raised his index finger and shook it, proudly saying: "Hum, even Sister Dong, you can't guess..."

"Wait for others to compete for the first place, and then I will fight with the first place. After winning, I will take away the championship bonus."

Sun Wuming said in surprise: "Why? I thought hard for a while to come up with this solution!"

Liu Lidong's tone was light: "Well~ why?"

Snapped! On the 21st, he held down Sun Wuming's shoulders and said with a black line: "Xiao Wuming, you are robbery! Do you know?"

Sun Wuming held his hands and said strangely: "Robbery is to turn other people's things into my own - but if I win, isn't the championship bonus my thing?"

"The 10 million yuan is taken out by the organizer. If you win the championship according to the rules of the game they set, you can get this 10 million yuan as a matter of course..."

Sun Wuming is even more strange: "Isn't the competition more powerful than anyone else? I am more powerful, of course the money is mine, why should I obey the organizer's rules?"

"Because the competition is organized by the organizer!"

"But isn't the competition to find out who is the best?"

On the 21st, he turned his attention to Liu Lidong for help.

Liu Lidong coughed lightly: "Mr. Naba, good chance."

"Lord Wuming! I will definitely bring you 10 million in prize money!"

Naba pushed through the crowd and rushed to the audition venue.

"Huh? Trunks and Vegeta's anger..."

On the 21st, feeling the anger coming this way, he raised his hand and poked Sun Wuming: "Little Wuming, Trunks has found him again."

"Trunks? Oh, the big idiot Trunks who doesn't want to fight and asked me to help him fight..."

Sun Wuming continued to eat skewers with no interest.

No. 21 twitched the corners of his mouth wordlessly.

It is estimated that Trunks can't think of anything. He is such a simple image in Xiao Wuming's eyes, so why Xiao Wuming doesn't help is also simple and clear... People he doesn't know come and let him go to places he doesn't know. Killing people he doesn't know - Xiao Wuming is of course not interested.

Chapter 236 Satan: You give it to Luda!

Rough, savage, inexplicable behavior, open mouth is cynicism, closed mouth is fist waving in the face...

Trunks thinks Vegeta is just a guy with a whole bunch of problems, but there's one thing that's undeniable.

As a warrior, Vegeta is much stronger than himself.

It's not how much stronger you are, but the difference in mentality.

It seems that as the other party said, he is indecisive, looking ahead and looking back, and there is one thing that annoys Vegeta the most-avoiding war.

It is not behavior to avoid war, but mentality to avoid war.

Trunks couldn't help but said: "Actually, it was about ten days ago... I practiced for three years after I became a Super Saiyan. At that time, the time machine was already made, but I was very confident that I could rely on myself. The power to defeat the androids, and I failed."

"Oh? Then if you don't want to fight, just hide, lie on the ground and wait to die, hoping that those tattered railways won't step on you when they pass by. Isn't that great?"

Vegeta hummed and said, "What do you want to express? Let me pity you?"

The corners of Trunks' mouth twitched slightly... that's a big temper.

"I know what you're thinking - better solutions, faster solutions, you can think about these, you can think about how to make Sun Wuming pity you, be your nanny, and help you solve the enemy."

Vegeta's face collapsed, and he said gloomily: "But if you have the idea that I can't beat me anyway, and I won't fight, don't dangle in front of me, it's shameful! You are such a waste, you can't be called at all. Upper Saiyan! Don't fight to become stronger, think about someone falling down to help you solve the enemy every day, I think you are too deeply influenced by Bulma! It's just an earth person - a lot of thoughts in your mind, mouth on your lips You can talk well, don't do the most critical things, and only start regretting the waste when things come to an end!"

Trunks kept his mouth shut, somewhat speechless.

Are you influenced by your mother? Mom thinks that as long as you go back to the past and save Sun Wukong, then everything will be no problem... Perhaps, after three years of penance, when he was most confident and defeated by the androids, he also thinks so.

and many more!

The corners of Trunks' mouth twitched slightly, looking at Vegeta's back in front of him... Has he already discovered it? It feels very possible, after all, my hair is the same color as my mother, and if I guessed correctly, what has happened before...

"Found it! Go!"

Vegeta landed, Trunks followed subconsciously, and then found that the situation was not right-he flew down in front of many onlookers!

...Ah, I'm a little out of place.

"Thornhead? Big Stupid Trunks?"

Sun Wuming bit the skewer and said in surprise, "You are also here to participate in the competition?"