I Am a Saiyan

Trunks? Hand it over to Bulma, just like the Namekians who were moved away with Dragon Ball wishing a year ago.

The Capsule Company is a special group specializing in accommodating aliens, future travelers, and superpowers, and is responsible for solving complex problems outside of various battles...

In a nutshell: a handyman.

"Okay, okay, you guys, you will treat me as a coolie!"

Bulma waved her hand helplessly, looked at Trunks a few times, and said, "You can stay at the Capsule Company for a few days... eh? Is the Capsule Company's logo on your clothes?"

Trunks stammered: "Yes...Yes! Please advise me in the next period of time! Ms. Bulma!"

"What's your name, lady? Bulma! I'm still young!"

Bulma squeezed her chin in confusion, and said suspiciously: "There is a strange feeling..."

Trunks sweated on his back and calmly said, "You feel wrong!"

Confusion... what should I say? I'm your and Vegeta's son? But it seems that the mother of this time and space has not yet broken up with Uncle Yamucha. If her identity is revealed, it may bring considerable chaos...

Let's keep it a secret!

I didn't come to mess up their relationships, but to find a way to save the future world!

Trunks stumblingly chatted with Bulma, making up his mind secretly. He heard from others just now that Sun Wuming seems to be stronger than Sun Wukong. As long as he convinces the other party to help, he will go back and let his mother upgrade the time machine, like The other one took Sun Wukong away, he brought Sun Wuming to the future...

It doesn't even need to be so troublesome, Sun Wuming seems to have the ability to travel through time and space.

It can be described as a perfect and powerful reinforcement!

"Anyway, seeing that you are in the dust and the blood on your face, let's eat something and take a rest."

On the way, Bulma said angrily: "That guy Vegeta is so stubborn! He still uses his fists to do things so simply and rudely!"

I feel the same! Sure enough, it's because of different time and space, right? When I saw my old father with my own eyes, I felt a sense of disappointment.

Trunks gave a compliment in his heart, but he was a little confused, and whispered: "Vegeta... It's amazing."

Bulma smacked his lips and said, "After all, I am going through a very difficult practice, but no matter how powerful it is, it is not as powerful as Lao Sun and Wuming."

"Well..." Trunks didn't want to talk about Vegeta anymore, he coughed, "Bu, Bulma... Well, about Sun Wuming, what kind of person is he?"

"Militant, powerful, and the off-line of Saiyans..."

Bulma pondered: "If you want to have a normal conversation with Wuming, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult. If you want to ask Wuming for help, there is a person who is suitable..."

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[What about Wu Ming's younger brother? Did Trunks have Aunt Bulma call? If you have to persuade, I can persuade him. Brother Wuming understands very well, but I don't really want to persuade him. After all, I still prefer the attitude of brother Wuming... That's it, bye. 】

Bulma wondered: "Strange, why is Liulidong so hard to talk this time? Trunks, you stay and have a good rest... I will deal with some urgent matters first, and then I will help you find a solution."

"Um...thank you."

After answering a phone call, Bulma frowned and hurriedly left the prepared guest room.

Trunks is also a little strange. He has never seen Sun Wuming. He was talking before, why did Sun Wuming drop the name of an idiot and run away?

After taking a shower and putting on his clothes, Trunks stood by the window, looking at the bustling scene of the Western Capital outside, and couldn't help being a little ecstatic... This bustling scene of people coming and going seemed to be stuck when his memory was very vague.

It's good that there are no artificial humans, such a peaceful world...

"Capsule companies monopolize the market! Down with the hegemony of capsule companies!"

"Strongly demand the opening of new energy sources! The government cannot be kidnapped by capital!"

"Open new energy! Open new energy!"

"Control energy channels to make huge profits! Capsule companies are extremely sinful!"

On the street, people gathered and marched and shouted in front of the capsule company.

Trunks: "?"

What strange situation?

In the capsule company, a group of security guards escorted Bulma out.

Bulma held a big loudspeaker: "You guys! Get out of here! The capsule company has never suppressed any new energy! Anyone who wants to use that thing can use it! We have our own bottom line of safety and responsibility, since Dad said it. If you don't promote it, you won't promote it!"

"As a big company! You are evading your responsibilities! You are suppressing the new energy developed by the Hope Company! Trying to monopolize knowledge and technology!"

Bulma immediately threw the trumpet, rolled up her sleeves, and roared louder than the trumpet: "Who said that?! Stand up for me! The old lady and you heads-up! I want to see if you know more or the old lady knows more! "

The scene suddenly turned into a Bulma tongue war parade...

How is this going? Trunks is a little strange and a little overwhelmed. He has never seen such a scene before, what should I do? !

It feels like if the riot continues, the scene will get out of control!

boom-!

A roar broke the noisy and noisy environment. Vegeta, who had just woken up, with a bandage on her head, stood in front of the capsule company with a hole, and glanced coldly at the noisy crowd, and the scene was quiet for a while. .

Bulma screamed, "Vegeta! This is my floor!!"

"Noisy!"

Vegeta rushed directly into the crowd, punching a weak chicken, and in less than a minute, the parade directly fell to the ground humming.

The reporters around seized the opportunity, and the flash came over in an instant.

Vegeta, who was originally upset, was flashed with blue veins on her forehead, and turned her head to glare at these reporters.

He arrested all the reporters and beat them up.

"Be quiet! A bunch of garbage!"

Vegeta shook the blood on her hands and returned to the capsule company with a cold snort.

Bulma shouted frantically from the side: "You bastard! Tomorrow you and my mother will be famous! The reputation of the capsule company has been smashed by you!"

"Don't bother me, just do something dawdling."

"What is dawdling! Don't give me the savage thinking of Saiyans into modern society!"

"Oh, I'm not interested in playing around with a bunch of trash."

The two became more and more arguing, basically maintaining the state of Bulma roaring angrily and Vegeta dismissive.

Trunks hurried downstairs, followed the sound to the training room, and observed it secretly.

The door to the training room.

Unable to bear it any longer, Bulma showed a stack of papers, smiled smugly, and said, "Vegeta! This is the secret and research material of how to become a Super Saiyan!"

"Tsk!" Vegeta clicked her tongue unhappily, and then snorted coldly, "Liu Lidong and No. 21, do you think I have reached the foundation of becoming a Super Saiyan?"

Bulma raised the corner of his mouth: "Ah la la, Xiaodong gave me the information two months ago, by the way, Naba seems to have started learning to become a Super Saiyan under the guidance of Sun Wuming two months ago. …”

Vegeta roared furiously: "You bastard! You actually interfere with my practice?!"

"Interfering with your size! Did you forget what you did two months ago?! How dare you say that my new hairstyle looks like frog shit!"

"That ghost hair is obviously like the frog **** of Muffuluo! You won't give me the training materials because of such a boring thing?!"

"Bastard! What is a boring thing?! Your practice is also boring in my opinion!"

"Bulma!"

"Vegeta!"

How to do? Mom and Dad are so arguing!

Trunks was a little flustered, and subconsciously stood up: "That..."

Bulma was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Trunks, is there something wrong?"

Vegeta raised her hand to take the training materials, glanced coldly at Trunks, turned and walked into the training room.

"Cough...cough..."

Trunks didn't know what to say, so he picked up a random topic and asked, "Uh... Bulma, you and Vegeta seem to have a bad relationship?"

"Tsk! If it weren't for the fear of causing trouble, old...cough, I would have swept Vegeta out of the house long ago."

Bulma coughed twice, subconsciously maintaining the demeanor of a lady, and said softly: "I still have to deal with things, Trunks, you can go shopping by yourself - don't worry, I will help persuade Wuming! That child I really like food, you can also try it with Napa, Napa’s craftsmanship is unparalleled!”

Trunks responded awkwardly.

Different time and space, this kind of paradoxical interpersonal relationship is really uncomfortable...

Glancing slightly into the training room, Vegeta was frowning and flipping through the materials... How to transform into a Super Saiyan training material? It's useless to become a Super Saiyan yourself.

And I really don't want to deal with this 'dad', it's completely different from what I imagined.

Trunks wandered around the capsule company and followed the chi perception to find another training room.

The Saiyan I had never seen before—Naba, the other party was exercising in the training room, but rather than exercising, he closed his eyes and frowned, not knowing what he was doing.

Naba's craftsmanship, Sun Wuming likes food...

Trunks walked in and greeted, "Mr. Napa?"

Naba opened his eyes and said in surprise: "Oh? The Saiyan from the future? I remember your name seems to be Trunks?"

Trunks nodded: "Yes, my name is Trunks."

"Strange...the hair isn't black, and the name doesn't look like a Saiyan's naming style, but it's a bit like an Earther's style." Naba looked up and down Trunks and wondered, "I feel that you have a lot of connections with the Earth. People are almost the same, don’t they have to be like Earth people to easily become a Super Saiyan?”

Trunks pondered: "Super Saiyan... As long as he is angry, it should be fine."

Naba touched the big bald head and said distressedly: "Ordinary anger is not enough - Super Saiyan, a transformation through emotions, his basic strength and potential can lower the standard of required emotions... My strength is seven Seven, eight, eight, but it’s hard to do that purely emotionally.”

Emotions have to be pure to build the road, but Napa is in trouble... tsk! If you don't work hard and succeed quickly, once that fellow Vegeta turns into a Super Saiyan first, he will definitely come and hammer himself!

I don't want to go back to being a dog for Vegeta!

"Mr. Napa! I heard that you are very good at food?"

Trunks suggested: "How about I'll be your training opponent and you help me make some delicious food?"

"make a deal!"

Chapter 232 You **** (85/200)

"Braised chicken soup, steamed carp with chopped pepper, charcoal grilled dinosaur tail, spicy fish fillet soup..."

Naba threw the food tightening capsule to Trunks. He untied his apron, accidentally affected the injury, and took a breath: "Hey—Super Saiyan is really powerful, not your opponent at all."

Trunks said apologetically, "I'm sorry, but I hit too hard."

Naba was stunned for a moment, rubbed his bruised cheeks, and said, "After all, it's a special combat training, and I also feel that you are too light, how can you not get hurt... Sure enough, you don't look like a Saiyan at all, but you are very like Earthlings."

Trunks laughed: "I grew up on Earth."

After taking the capsule and thanking him politely again, Trunks left the capsule company and flew directly towards Baozi Mountain—the school is off today, and Sun Wuming should be at home.

"Growing up on Earth..."

Naba scratched his bald head, always feeling that something was strange.

I don't know when, Vegeta stood at the door of the small kitchen and snorted coldly: "As a Saiyan, the blood has been smoothed out!"

"I think Trunks is pretty good!" Naba immediately contradicted and sneered, "It's much better than you!"

Vegeta said proudly: "Naba, I already know how to become a Super Saiyan! Show me, in a few days, I will leave you far behind!"

Naba was not sure, but said without showing weakness: "Joke! Vegeta, don't you think you are some kind of Saiyan elite? The bloodline theory has been proven to be a joke! You can control it with reason. The posture of the giant ape is probably the Saiyan of a certain generation of ancestors, who successfully controlled the power of the giant ape, so there is only a little inheritance to the descendants! Saiyans have no limits! Therefore, there are no elites!"

"If Saiyans don't have elites, then I, Vegeta, will be elites!"

Vegeta shook her head, walked towards the training room, and hummed, "When I rub you against the ground, you will know what a gap is!"

Gee! Damn Vegeta! Could it be that the guy has really mastered the tricks of the Super Saiyan?

Naba rubbed his wide chin and frowned, still a little unsure of how to transform into a Super Saiyan... Although continuing to follow the steps like this, exercising under hundreds of times of gravity, and improving normal strength, is also a way, but fundamentally Nothing compares to the boost that comes with being a Super Saiyan.

After all, that's the way of the Saiyans, the direction that Saiyans are born with.

Pure emotion? what can we do about it…

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