I Am a Saiyan

"Okay, I'm looking, I remember there's a new recipe coming up..."

two months later.

"Bulma, isn't Naba something wrong recently? He seems to have transformed into a Super Saiyan 3 in the last few nights, but he hasn't encountered any battles..."

"It should be tossing eggs."

"Egg?"

"It's a strange ingredient, it seems to have been tossing for a long time."

"Really? I'll take a look."

…

"Naba..."

"Vegeta! Don't be stunned! Transform me into a Super Saiyan ape-man, and give this thing an ultimate flash!"

"climb."

"Damn! Am I too weak? I can't even handle a single ingredient!"

"...Aren't you getting stupider the more you live?"

half year later.

kitchen.

The big pink egg lay quietly on the ground, Naba sat on the small bench next to him, his tall figure was slightly dejected.

Another failed attempt, it seems that his teeth are still not as hard as this thing.

"Uncle Naba...?"

Looking vaguely like a little girl, wearing training clothes, the rather short Trunks looked out from the kitchen, with a little gray mark on her face, and a small fist mark could be vaguely seen.

"Ah? Trunks."

Naba raised his head and sighed in vicissitudes: "Fight with Wutian again?"

"Yeah." Trunks nodded with a small face.

It seems that I lost the fight. I remember the first time I lost, I was scolded by Vegeta and sneaked into the kitchen to cry...

"Wait, Uncle will make you fried shrimp balls."

Naba got up and fished out the live shrimp from the kitchen tank.

Trunks sat on the small bench, dangling her little feet.

After a while, Trunks held up the plate and the fried shrimp **** inside, and looked back curiously at Naba, who was bleak in the kitchen.

Uncle Naba is a little weird...

Kacha Kacha chewed the fried shrimp balls, and when passing the training room, carefully avoided the door, for fear of being seen by Vegeta inside, and then found Bulma who was flipping through the magazine.

"Mom, Uncle Naba seems to have turned gray!"

Bulma glanced at her daughter, there was dust on her clothes, and there was a dusty fist mark on her face, and she was eating fried shrimp **** with a strong fragrance... Well, what did you do?

"Deal with that egg, but here's a piece of news. You give this to Napa and he'll be happy."

Bulma picked up a cooking magazine from the side and handed it to Trunks, and said with a smile: "But you have to give me one of the fried shrimp balls, how about it?"

"OK!"

Trunks happily offered a fried shrimp ball, picked up the magazine and ran back.

Passing by the training room on the way, he still tiptoed to touch it.

in the kitchen.

"I can't even handle a single ingredient, what kind of cook am I..."

Naba is giving up on himself intermittently, that is, the situation has become more frequent recently.

"Uncle Naba! Mom says this will make you very happy!"

Trunks ran in and handed out the magazine.

Happy? Can I open this egg thing?

Naba took the magazine and took a look, his eyes lit up.

In the magazine, there are introductions of various luxury goods. Those bottles, jars, necklaces, clothes, etc., are skipped at a glance. It doesn’t matter how much the earthlings spend, the only important thing is about some rare items in an auction. Items, some extraordinarily rare things…

Of course there are also ingredients.

"Such a big tuna?! This Ganoderma... What kind of octopus is this? Never seen..."

Naba stood up excitedly and ran out of the kitchen excitedly: "Bulma! Where is this auction? I'm going to loot!"

"What a robbery! I've bought everything, and it's in the warehouse! Don't make trouble for me!"

Bulma's roar could be heard faintly.

Trunks looked dazed, let's eat fried shrimp balls.

Soon.

Naba carried the big box and the small box back to the kitchen, with a weird laugh from his mouth: "Oh hehe hehe-Trunks, guess what's the good thing?"

Trunks: "I've got something to eat."

"Hey! What a clever kid! Want something to eat? I'll give you two extra dishes!"

"Fried shrimp **** and fried shrimp balls."

"My menu here is to fry shrimp balls? I know the dishes you can't finish in your life!"

Trunks said blankly: "Ah? I can't finish it in my whole life... Will Uncle Naba finish it in a lifetime?"

"...I don't understand the metaphor! Exaggeration! What kind of repair...correction method!"

"Oh…"

"correct."

Naba saw the big pink egg and looked disgusted: "This thing has to be dealt with too."

Trunks blinked, stretched out her hand and punched the big pink egg, she was quite familiar with this thing: "Uncle Naba, give it to me? You can hit anything that is not bad! Hey! Hey! Hey! "

Punching it up, it seems that the more it hits, the more imposing it is.

"Okay, take it if you want."

Trunks will raise the pink egg with both hands.

Napa slammed the prepared fried shrimp into the lunch box, and then placed the lunch box on Trunks' little head: "I will give you a workout for your balance - don't worry if it falls, this box..."

"It will never fall!"

Trunks held up the big pink egg and the lunch box, and left the kitchen smugly.

Really spirited.

Naba shook his head and smiled, looking at all kinds of rare ingredients and rubbing his hands, what kind of dishes can he cook?

Vegeta walked in with a towel around her neck.

"I didn't win, I made her some fried shrimp balls."

Naba raised his hand and answered in a second, "Okay, alright, crawl, I have to concentrate..."

Vegeta's face darkened: "I didn't ask you that!"

"When didn't you come here to ask me this?" Naba rolled his eyes, "Why didn't you see that you were such an awkward guy before? Come on, come on, you and I probably grew up in the same training cabin. , what are you pretending to be with me with a straight face!"

Vegeta's mouth twitched fiercely, but she couldn't refute it.

In the past when Star Vegeta was still around, Naba, as a child born of a Saiyan "famous family", was determined to be the entourage of his Saiyan prince since he was a child, and he spent a long time together indeed.

"...Trunks, let Bulma build a training room for herself."

"and then?"

"Bulma told me, Trunks didn't tell me."

"Isn't this normal?"

Naba looked puzzled: "Even as a child, you don't like people who only severely reprimand and scold you?"

Vegeta: "I...I'm thinking of her future! Otherwise, she won't work hard!"

"You told her to go?"

"…"

"Okay, okay! Don't stay here! You're polluting the air in the kitchen!"

"…"

"What the **** are you doing? He's nnd! If you fart, let it go!"

"Cough cough, think of a way for me."

Naba rolled his eyes: "I have nothing to do with your family problems! Bulma is so smart, why don't you just go to her?"

Vegeta looked at an idiot, and Naba reacted slightly... He meow, this guy just doesn't want to show some 'image-destroying' things in front of Bulma and Trunks, right? But in front of you, you can do it.

"You guys are really troublesome, just change your face and get along with Trunks as a stranger. You know that you have a straight face all the time when you are a father, so why not be a father?"

"Humph."

Vegeta is gone.

Chapter 392 Is it a childhood sweetheart?

"You came."

There is a tail behind him, and the dark hair hangs down on the small shoulders. It is not like Sun Wukong's hairstyle with a crab on it, nor is it the thorny head that stands up like Sun Wuming, nor is it that Sun Wufan was forcibly modified by Qiqi. The...broken cane hairstyle?

In appearance, it is closer to the semi-long drooping hair of Sun Wukong's super-limited Saiyan ape-man. Perhaps it is the influence of Saiyan blood. Even if he is only seven months old, in addition to height and body shape, facial features, hair and other details, the child appears to be more developed. Quick, like a condensed half-aged teenager.

"I am coming!"

Trunks has a small face with baby fat, and the scalp is still visible in the relatively sparse light blue stubble. Although it is also seven months old, she looks a few centimeters closer than the other party, and the changes in her body growth and development have not changed too much. too obvious.

Of course, compared to the seven-month-old baby on Earth, the two little guys are obviously outrageous.

"You shouldn't have come."

The crisp and tender voice was lowered, pretending to be deep.

Trunks looked blank: "?"

"Tsk! He's still so stupid, he can't even speak."

Sun Wutian, who was holding a branch, turned around and gestured sadly: "At this time, you should say 'I'm still here', and then we two gestured with swordsmanship. This sword of mine was taken from the fruit tree in the courtyard. It is honed by the riverside stone flow, thirty centimeters long and two centimeters wide, and it cuts through the big fish in the stream, it is a peerless sword..."

A bunch of messy content filled her mind, and Trunks was confused and couldn't handle it. She shook her head vigorously, and put on a decent fighting action: "Sun Wutian! This time I will definitely defeat you!"

"Just you? Impossible."

Sun Wutian shrugged hilariously, waving his wooden stick in a dignified manner: "I have cultivated a peerless swordsmanship, and I will be invincible from now on! Go! Look at the sword!"

Raising the wooden stick to swipe the wind a few times, Sun Wutian dashed towards Trunks.

"ah!"

Trunks let out a milky cry, and the radiance of qi lit up on her body, turning into a dozen qi bombs like spilled water.

"Well done! As expected of a flying immortal from the sky!"

The wooden stick in Sun Wutian's hand lit up, and a faint air surrounded it. Different structures were constructed in the material of the stick itself, thereby strengthening the stick's sturdiness. After that, Trunks chased after him with the air bombs that kept shooting with both hands.

"but…"

Sun Wutian closed his eyes, was independent on one foot, pointed the wooden stick forward, and a strangely learned smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The wooden stick danced, knocking out a gas bomb with a snap.

It was followed by a continuous, compact chirping sound.

Sun Wutian danced with a wooden stick so that the water couldn't get in, he stepped closer to Trunks, and shot every gas bomb in the air.