I Am a Saiyan

The Namek star stood beside him, looking at Sun Wuming and Sun Wufan from time to time, gritted his teeth from time to time, and glared at Cass secretly.

Alien food, strange shapes, almost filled the table, it seems that the people here really understand the big appetite of Saiyans.

Sun Wuming picked up the food that looked like roasted meat, and it looked like it had been stewed, and there was still a layer of creamy food. He took a bite and said, "It tastes weird."

boom!

The Namekian child sat down tremblingly on the ground, and there was a sneer at the corner of Cass' mouth.

Sun Wuming glanced strangely at the little green-skinned monster who almost fainted. He didn't understand what the other party was doing, but he didn't care. He continued to eat the things on the table, commenting from time to time.

"This, it tastes weird."

"rua! This is so unpalatable, dry and salty!"

"Hey hey hey! It's very fun to chew, but it doesn't taste like it."

Every time Sun Wuming said a word casually, the Namek star shivered all over, and Cass's smile became brighter.

Sun Wufan suddenly asked, "Brother, are you full?"

"more or less."

"Where are we going next?"

Sun Wuming thought for a moment and asked, "Kas, do you know the Super Saiyan God?"

The sound of the bowl being smashed suddenly came from the back kitchen, and Sun Wuming didn't care, and continued to look at Cass.

"God of Super Saiyans? I, I..."

Cass said in a panic: "Lord Saiyan! If you want to say the **** of Saiyan, it must be Lord Spech! But the **** of Super Saiyan...I have never heard of any Super Saiyan- No, but Saiyan-sama must be super! Ultimate! Ultimately powerful!"

Sun Wuming tilted his head to think for a moment, and filtered out the summary: Oh, I don't know.

"By the way, what is the checkout here?"

Son Gohan looked at the Namek child.

"No, no, no! It's our honor for the Saiyan-sama to come!"

The Namekian child hurriedly waved his hand.

"Then go somewhere else."

Sun Wuming is a little puzzled, what is the God of Super Saiyan? Te Meidou didn't make it clear either.

Cass took Sun Wuming and Sun Wufan and left the restaurant.

"Hoo... Damn Kas! He actually brought the Saiyans here on purpose!"

The Namekian child breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the young Namekian who came out of the back kitchen, with wrinkles on his face and head: "Grandpa Morte, fortunately nothing happened."

"Well, I didn't expect that in addition to Amoshi, there are Saiyans who can eat the food I make. Logically speaking, the food I make doesn't quite meet the taste of Saiyans."

Mort looked at the table where there was no food left, and wondered, "Could it be that my craft has improved?"

The Namek star turned his head and rolled his eyes at Mote: "Grandpa Mote, are you talking about a joke? But the stored ingredients were eaten up by the two Saiyans..."

"Oh? There are still Saiyans who can eat what you old guy makes? It's rare enough."

A voice came from behind, and the Namekian child turned back in horror.

After seeing the appearance of the person who came, the Namek star breathed a sigh of relief. He was an acquaintance, but he bowed a little scaredly and ran into the kitchen.

"Hey? We've met so many times, right? Why are you still timid, hahaha."

In the exuberant laughter, the strong figure, wearing a combat uniform, but wearing a cloak outside, lifted the hat, revealing a head of swaying black hair with thorns, a few bangs scattered on the forehead, and a cheek with a A scar made his face look a little fierce, and from the tail wrapped around his waist, it could be seen that this was also a Saiyan.

Morte looked disgusted: "You bastard, you must come to my place, there must be no good."

"Hahaha, nothing really good."

The Saiyan sat down unceremoniously, and waved his hand in greeting: "Old guy, give me three charcoal-grilled sandworm legs first, and then a plate of fried exploding fruit, um... I also have a special barbecue, and add a glass of water. ."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Half a minute later, Mote brought out a glass of water and placed it in front of the Saiyan: "Here."

"Hey, don't you hate me so much?"

Mott rolled his eyes: "Didn't you just say that? Two young Saiyans came and ate all the ingredients in the store."

"...No? Are there really Saiyans who like your craftsmanship?"

The Saiyan took a few sips of water in surprise.

"Rather than liking it, it's better to say..." Mott was also a little strange, "Are they not that picky?"

"Food, practice, fighting, Saiyans are always picky about things they love."

The Saiyan smacked his lips: "I'm probably not used to your food for the rest of my life..."

"It's okay, my craft will definitely improve."

Mort asked: "You are here, what happened?"

"Two things, one of which is that I'm here to catch a few hot-headed guys back, and the other is about the recent movements of the Saiyans..."

The Saiyan's expression became serious: "Mort, tell me honestly, the Nameks have Dragon Balls that can fulfill any wish. Is it true or false?"

"real."

"Oh…"

The Saiyan nodded slightly, stunned for the next second, and quickly looked around.

"Hahaha…"

Mort laughed. "Why are you so intimidated by your own question?"

"Go, go! I call it prudence!"

The Saiyan sighed and said, "Old guy, take that little guy, I'll pick you up and get you out of here later, Spech didn't know where he got the news about the Dragon Ball, he was secretly sending someone Look for the Nameks."

Mort frowned and his expression became solemn: "Yamoshi! It's okay to make a little trouble, but if you want to betray Spech, it's not a joke!"

"No way, I don't have many friends, only six including you."

Yamosy stood up with a smile, raised his hand and put his hood back on.

"And don't be so ugly, I didn't betray anything."

"It's just that I'm out of my mind, I don't like food that costs no money and is delicious, but I like things made by you old guy - it's very expensive."

Dang, a few rare ores fell on the table.

Yamosy had already pushed the door and left, waving his back to Mort.

Chapter 176 Changes

Food.

Although the food in that restaurant tasted terrible, after leaving, Cass volunteered to take the two of them to other restaurants and enjoyed very delicious food-big fish, high energy, high nutrition, and full-bodied food flavor .

Saiyan's favorite flavor.

Sun Wuming was very satisfied.

However, Sun Wufan found some problems. For example, in the restaurant he and Sun Wuming went to, the guests tended to solve the food at a fairly fast speed, ended the meal quietly and quickly, and left the restaurant.

At the same time, no one makes himself and others pay.

Can't eat here without money?

There seems to be a training room in many places.

Mimicking various environmental factors and enhancing their own exercise effect, the gravity alone can be up to 500 times.

Even some training rooms can generate various energy attacks, simulate various training programs, and exercise a person's ability to master the body in a balanced and effective manner.

At this moment, Sun Wuming was having a good time playing dodgeball in the training room. The dense **** bounced back and forth in a limited space, getting faster and faster, while Sun Wuming was drilling through the gaps of a large number of high-speed balls, showing superb rubbing skills. bomb technology.

After Sun Gohan tried it, it's not surprising that the Saiyans here are so strong. Even with these high-end training equipment, as long as they can work hard and keep practicing, the basic strength of the Saiyans will definitely not be weak.

If it is from the definition of 'road', then it is a difficult or even cruel environment, which can just force Saiyans to reveal their own characteristics, allowing them to adapt and become stronger.

On the other hand, if the people of the earth do this, they will not be able to live with their own race.

In the training room, some Saiyans can already be seen.

Some Saiyans were injured in training, and then were sent to the medical cabin. After just 5 minutes, they recovered their physical strength, ran out alive, and rushed into the training room to continue their cultivation.

Something is wrong, I always feel that something is wrong...

Sun Wufan frowned and thought about it all the way, while Sun Wuming was experiencing a novel experience and was very happy.

Arena.

There are many Saiyans here.

Sun Wuming happily ran up to fight, and at this moment he was hitting an adult Saiyan with a hammer.

"Amazing! You've even beaten ten!"

"Come on! Hit him down too!"

"Whose child is this? To have such ability, he must be a powerful warrior in the future."

"It's just that if you don't learn it well at a young age, it's okay to dye your hair. Isn't this hair dyeing skill too bad? Who dyed him?"

"Haha, maybe he likes it."

Huh...a little tired, the control of qi is unstable, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, so when controlling the strength of the shot, you need to put in more effort to control the severity.

However, there is a vague feeling - the sense of confusion caused by transformation and evolution is being sorted out little by little as I strive to control it again and again in battle.

boom-!

Sun Wuming, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, kicked a Saiyan who also had a bruised face and a bruised face off the huge and sturdy arena. He wiped his nose and shouted vaguely: "The next one - eh? No one beat you?!"

A Saiyan shouted: "Come on! Child, go to the treatment cabin. After you recover your strength, we will continue to fight! I don't believe that you can't even beat a child!"

"Just as you are trembling now, we are invincible."

A Saiyan who was lying on a stretcher and was sent away by a mechanical trolley tried his best to say: "Wait, wait for me to heal the injury, let's play again, ahem..."

Well, he has a strong will to fight and is a hero!

Sun Wuming was quite satisfied and asked aloud: "Hey! Do you know the Super Saiyan God?"

"Super Saiyan God? What is that?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it. Could it be King Spech?"

"I've heard of gods. There are so-called gods on some planets, but they are all too weak."

"That is, those gods, how can they be called the gods of our Saiyans..."

Sun Wuming in the ring was a little disappointed, but he still couldn't find it.

The next second, he was dragged away by Sun Gohan.

Son Gohan gradually felt some oddities, such as—the identity of the Saiyan seems to be particularly favored and respected in many places? Except for Saiyans, no matter what race they are, they all greet them with a smile and a respectful appearance.

This made him relax a little bit, but it was even more strange.

The ancient Saiyans had such a high status?

This is completely different from the Saiyans that everyone shouts, behaves rudely, is arrogant and arrogant, and even kills their companions in Son Gohan's impression.

"Huh, it was quite a fun fight."

Sun Wuming touched his chin and wondered, "Where is that Super Saiyan God?"

Cass respectfully shut up and waited for the order. After entering the area where Saiyans were active, he remained very quiet and didn't have much sense of existence.

"Brother, I think the Super Saiyan God may be a special transformation..."

Sun Wufan rubbed his brows and let go of his breath. Suddenly he frowned and pointed in one direction: "Kas, what's over there?"

Cass looked up and said, "There is a mining area over there."

Mining area?

Sun Wuming felt it for a moment, and said clearly: "The qi is disappearing, and there is a fight over there? But it feels very weak..."