I Am Really Saiyan

Bulma stared blankly at the silhouette that suddenly appeared on the road ahead.

Is this horrible?

Still talking about touching porcelain?

"Brake!"

Bruce almost wanted to pull up the entire jeep directly. Although this is the outskirts, it is also not a reason for extreme racing, and there are no barriers on the two roads. In case of an accident, what should be done to make up for it.

Bulma forced himself to calm down, pressing the steering wheel with both hands to rotate 180 degrees, and with the brakes, he forced jeep to make the extreme drift to the left.

However, because the inertia brought by extreme speed is too savage, although jeep makes such an action, the body rolls directly upwards.

"Damn!"

Bruce pulled off the seat belt directly and threw himself on Bulma, pressing the seat under Bulma with both hands fiercely, forcibly using brute force to turn the jeep up. Suppressed.

The body trembles downwards because of brute force.

"ka ka ka ka ka ........"

The tires have long tire marks under the road turns, making extremely harsh cracking noises, but they also avoid Pass the front silhouette and rush into the grass nearby.

The rear half of the body is exposed.

The silhouette on the highway was obviously frightened. After standing there for a few minutes, there was no action.

Stupefied, scared silly.

"cough cough ......"

Bulma in the car window coughed violently, feeling the pressure from his body, after lowering his head to see clearly, his cheeks could not help but One red.

Bruce's entire upper body is pressed against her, and they are perfectly matched with each other.

She can even clearly smell the touch and smell coming from Bruce.

hateful bastard.

"It hurts."

Bruce frowns said, because Jeep broke into the grass, and the glass smashed by the grass hit him on the back.

drenched with blood.

This female driver is really terrifying.

Struggling to prop up, Bruce directly punched the door of the car.

"Get out as soon as you wake up, you stupid girl."

Looking at the boy who was fighting most of the injuries for herself, Bulma was distracted. Until Bruce complained and woke up.

She looked at all around herself, unfastened her seat belt with trembling hands, and quickly got out of the damaged car door.

Because Bruce's upper body pressed her down, she was not hurt, and there were some slight scratches on her body.

"You come out quickly."

Bulma yelled in a hurry, tears coming out.

Bruce wanted to cry very much. Why did he meet someone who would cheat his teammates. Gritting his teeth to endure the acrimony coming from behind, avoiding the glass slag and crawling out of the jeep with difficulty.

"Take off your clothes quickly, you are all covered with glass shards."

As soon as Bruce came out, Bulma rushed forward.

"Don't get too close, I have shards on my body." Bruce said, "You are such a huge pit."

"What pit?" Bulma took a step back.

"No, did you bring a medical kit, please help me deal with the wound, otherwise it will be difficult for us to continue traveling today." Bruce took a deep breath.

Although his body aches constantly, he has a strange enthusiasm.

unfathomable mystery.

"There is a medical kit, wait."

Bulma hurriedly used a capsule to smash out a house next to him, opened the door and quickly rushed in, turning boxes and cabinets.

Bruce's forehead is heavily sweaty, and there is absolutely glass slag stuck in his skin on his back.

"It's terrible, why do I always feel the illusion of a finished apprenticeship before I die." He thought.

Glass slag pierced the physical body. This must be surgically removed as soon as possible, otherwise the wound will become purulent and infected, and if it is prolonged, there will be a mortal danger.

Bruce endured the pain and walked into the house, looking for a set of clothes and finding the bathroom.

Five minutes later, he walked out naked.

"Lie down, I'll disinfect for you."

Bulma had prepared medical equipment a long time ago, but seeing Bruce's back stained with blood, his eyes were red .

It's all her fault.

"Disinfection is useless. Some glass slag is pierced in and mixed in the meat and needs to be removed by surgery."

The perspiration on the forehead is still dripping and permeating. Bruce didn't dare to stand still, and lay directly on the bed, taking the pillow cloth and folding it into squares.

Open your mouth and bite.

"First sterilize the tongs with alcohol, then take out the glass slag from the meat, and cut off the piece of meat if necessary."

"I...I. ..." Bulma trembled hesitantly.

Bruce felt a little unbearable, but there was no discussion right now. It’s at least three hours away from West City. You can’t wait for the village or the shop.

And their transportation tool has been scrapped. If make a call call for help, their trip will end in failure.

"I have simply learned how to deal with wounds." At the door stood a woman, a woman with long red hair.

It was the woman who was almost hit.

"Can you do it?" Bulma looked at the other person with suspicion, "If you make a mistake, the expansion of the wound will cause infection but..."

"Or make a Call for help." Bulma thought for a while and said.

She can't believe in people of unknown origin.

"No." Bruce shook his head, "Let her try first. I think my lifeforce is quite tenacious and will not burp so easily."

"Are you sure?" Bulma ask.

"I used to fight with gangsters on the street, even if I was cut by a knife, I disinfected and lay at home for a night, and the wound scabs. I am still not vigorous and lively behind."

"But this time is different."

Bulma glared at Bruce, and had already found out the satellite communication that Dr. Brief had left for her.

"Don't be verbose, I'm not afraid of what you are afraid of." Bruce said, "You press that phone, and our trip will be over. Do you know how much I look forward to this adventure?"

Remove the glass slag stuck in the meat, this can only be regarded as some superficial wound to Bruce.

He believes that with his arrogant resilience, the wound will still scab on the 2nd day, and he will be able to bounce around on the third day.

"It is not difficult to simply treat the glass slag in the wound." The woman said confidently, "In my memory bank, I used to be a military doctor. In terms of level, it seems to be a professor level. Yes, it’s just to treat this small wound. It’s very easy for me."

"Although the order is to arrive in West City immediately, from the doctor’s point of view, even if I delay a little time, the doctor can understand." Woman Walked to Bulma and picked up the tools.

Bruce's nerves are tense, and his heart said, eldest sister, you should give me an anesthetic first.

I am afraid.

Bulma instinctively wanted to stop, but the next moment saw the opponent's proficient tactics and was stunned.

After one hour, Bruce's upper body was wrapped in a white bandage.

The operation is over.

"How are you, how are you?" Bulma lowered her head and leaned toward the complexion pale, Bruce who was almost exhausted.

"Answer..." Bruce squirmed his mouth, "Promise me, don't drag racing in the future..."

Bulma's cheeks flushed immediately.

"The glass slides have been taken out, the wound is clean and normal, and there are no other adverse reactions to the tetanus injection. Afterwards, you only need to rest for ten days and half a month."

The woman packed everything up.

"But I’m a little surprised. Your physique seems to be stronger than normal, and a little similar to us, but if it’s true, it doesn’t match. Your cells seem to be more active than ours."

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Bruce and Bulma were both taken aback. What does the heart mean by saying this?

Activity?

Aren't all human cells active?

No activity, Is it possible you are dead.

"Thank you very much for your help." Bruce thanked him.

"Although you are also partly responsible for this matter." Bulma thought.

If this woman hadn't suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, there would be so many things.

"You don't have to thank me, I am a demon."

"Um..." The smile on Bruce's face stopped abruptly. Tea poison, suffering from secondary disease?

"Can I tell you your name."

The woman looked at Bruce and opened the door, "The name is just a code name, and everything is indifferent. If nothing else, we will always Not will meet again."

She closed the door and left.

"No. Three..."