Dragon Ball: What It's Like to Be a Kakarot

Chapter 148 Diana

As for the plot, it gets cold when it gets cold.

Kakarot doesn't need to use the plot to do what he does.

One Clark can smash Steppenwolf, plus ten warrior-specialized Kryptonians, sucking the sun for a little longer, killing Apocalypse is not a problem.

The plot can be cool, but the Justice League can still do it.

After all, the current earth has entered the era of aliens and has begun to integrate with cosmic forces.

Naturally, a force is needed to communicate with the universe.

Kakarot arrived at the metropolis by private plane, and then drove a sports car to the dance scene.

This is really a high-class scene with no white friends.

Men wear expensive suits and look a bit the same, but women are different.

Low-cut outfits, semi-transparent outfits, see-through outfits, all kinds.

The indescribable white snow makes Kakarot feel happy.

There are also some European and American female stars on TV to greet the guests.

These gorgeous actresses are invincible on the screen, but in the eyes of capital, they are just beautiful vases, used to entertain guests and serve as landscapes.

Kakarot's casual sportswear looked out of place for such a high-end occasion.

The high-class people who came and went looked sideways, but they didn't say much after seeing the sports car Kakarot was sitting in.

Throwing the gold-encrusted invitation letter to the attendant, Kakarot wanted to go in directly.

The attendant held the invitation letter, looked at Kakarot's complexion again, and stood in front of Kakarot.

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Kakarot looked at the attendant in front of him strangely.

"You should be in formal attire," he said.

"If you haven't brought it, you can go to the mall opposite to buy it."

Ruouowu sneers sounded in the dark.

Several gorgeous ladies also stopped to watch, wanting to know how this East Asian ended up.

It can be said that it is very embarrassing to be stopped on such a high-end occasion.

"Tsk..."

Kakarot twisted his neck.

Indeed, entering and exiting such occasions is generally done in formal attire.

But he was—ka!Card!Lo!special!

"Didn't that silly dog ​​Lex tell you that I am the rule itself?"

Kakarot opened his mouth to scold the country.

Kakarot never adapts to rules weaker than himself.

Lex was the organizer of the ball, seeing someone who dared to scold the organizer directly, these guards were not polite, and surrounded Kakarot directly.

This yellow-skinned kid looks a bit muscular, and he knows kung fu at a glance, and he might make a fool of himself if he does it alone.

"Sir, please pay attention to your identity and occasion."

The servant issued a warning.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kakarot grabbed his hand and flew five or six meters away.

"It's really bad luck, Lex wants to turn his brain into meat, right?"

Kakarot cursed.

The onlookers looked up in amazement, watching that the person who flew out was caught by another lady who jumped up again.

Is this acceptable to ordinary people?
Still a coincidence?

"Having a bad temper is never a good thing, especially when you have power."

Kakarot seemed to hear some BGM sounding, and Diana's voice came from afar.

"Why, do gods care about the rules made by mortals?" Kakarot looked at the noblely dressed female war god with great interest.

Wonder Woman Diana, she's here too.

Was it intentional, Lex knew his character, invited himself and Wonder Woman over, and made a good relationship with the situation?
Kakarot guessed.

"The last guy who claimed to be a god has turned to dust."

Diana patted the shoulder of the servant she had rescued.

Signaled that he could leave.

Diana knew in her heart that the man with the wild hairstyle in front of her was not to be trifled with.

Like himself, he is an existence with power beyond ordinary people.

Although she was upset to see Kakarot's arrogant behavior, Diana didn't express anything.

She is already fully familiar with the rules of the human world, and fighting here is not a good thing.

"That means that the god is still too weak. If the king of gods comes, maybe the situation can be changed."

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, although I don't know what happened here, but let's forget about those unpleasant things and enter the ball to enjoy a leisurely time."

A man with short blonde hair jumped out of nowhere and attracted the audience's attention with his high-pitched voice.

Lex Luthor, the organizer of this ball.

"Shall we shake hands and make peace?"

He approached Kakarot playfully, bowing slightly.

"Wow, there are quite a few rich people here this time, rich people from Gotham, rich people from Kansas, look at this body full of powerful muscles, whoever fights with him will suffer a lot."

"We have to be thankful that this is not the era of fighting with muscles..."

Lex forgets to speak.

Kakarot looked around following his words, and saw the bat face in the corner.

He sensed the backlog of anger in the bat's heart, and the surging anger was locked in a bottomless well by iron chains.

"Well done, clown, but times have never changed, and muscles have always spoken."

Kakarot patted Lex on the shoulder, pushed away the guards, and swaggered into the resplendent hall.

He didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, opened any expensive wine directly, and then opened tons of bottles.

Although there was a farce at the beginning of the dance, under the adjustment of Lex, the dance was held as usual.

Diana was very interested in Kakarot, and Kakarot's low-level illusions were almost nonexistent under the blessing of divine power.

So Diana saw the big brown tail behind Kakarot.

"where do you come from?"

She sat down in front of Kakarot with a wine glass.

"Kakarot, I've heard stories about the Saiyans, you're almost extinct."

"Saiyans, are they the same alien race as Krypton? Mind if I listen to your story?"

Bruce puts an old photo on the table.

It was a black and white photo.

Inside, he was young and handsome, wearing a golden female armor and holding a round shield in his hand.

At that time, I was really young, thinking that all the wars in the world were provoked by Ares, the god of war, and that as long as Ares was killed, humans would stop the war.

Naively thinks that his responsibility is to protect human beings from God of War.

Then she really killed Ares, the god of war, but she also saw the true face of human beings. Even if they didn't have Ares, they would continue to fight.

Interests and desires drive human beings to take up weapons to satisfy themselves.

Later, the long war finally stopped, and human beings developed weapons that they could not control. The two sides put long swords on each other's necks, so they stopped provoking large-scale wars, and the world ushered in peace. .

A surface of peace.

And she herself lost interest in saving human beings, she just saved what she could see in front of her eyes.

She didn't bother to take care of things she couldn't see.

(End of this chapter)