I Am Really Saiyan

Bulma: "..."

Bruce's words are really ruthless, but Bulma knows this is not his truth.

This guy is just like him...

Duplicate.

Also unfrank, Bulma will naturally not take this sentence to heart, but this does not mean that she will not have her own temper.

Please don't forget that while Bulma is a gifted scientist, she is also a middle school student, and she is still in the time period with the most emotional fluctuations.

"Superman has nothing to tell you, right."

"Superman?" Bulma puzzled.

"It's the Galactic Patrol, the one called Jaco." Bruce explained. can't do anything about it, who made Jaco's appearance too similar to the image of Superman in his memory.

"Jaco?" Bulma suddenly realized, "It turned out to be him. He told me that Frieza Race was blocked by Galactic King in West Area."

Bruce hearing this, I couldn't help but feel relieved. Come down.

This is good news, at least there is the rest of the influence against Frieza. Before this influence is resolved, Frieza will probably not have the idea of ​​attacking Earth.

"That's good, now we are safe and secure the leverage."

"Where is Zalama?" Bulma asked.

"Zalama?" Bruce unexpectedly said, "This guy is okay. We weren't summon Shenron last time. The courage is really bad. I just appeared in front of him so swagger, he didn't dare to take action. , But fortunately I bet that I can’t take action, otherwise I’m really not sure to give it to the next step."

"It's not fatal." Bulma blanked Bruce.

Bruce embarrassed, "This is also can't do anything about it. In the future, we can't help but use Shenron, although it is not very needed now."

"Shenron's words are still for the time being Don’t use it. After all, we don’t know if the guy Zalama will jump over the wall in a hurry."

Bulma said with a solemn expression, "In addition, your genes have changed too fast. Now the speed of splitting and devouring has reached the original speed. Twice."

"Are there any repercussions?"

"Yes." Bulma heavily nodded, expression said solemnly, "Your life will be cut."

"Are you sure?" Bruce couldn't believe it. He is now following the most normal method to become stronger. How could there be a life reduction problem, and he did not burn his life to disappear.

This is unscientific.

And it is true that life will be reduced, Broly is more excessive than his cells, then his life will be reduced even more?

"According to human's calculation, it will indeed reduce lives."

Bulma made an analysis, her big eyes lit up, her hands clasped her chest, staring at Bruce back and forth.

"But if you say Saiyan, I can’t confirm whether it worked."

Bruce trembled, and suddenly exclaimed, "I suddenly remembered that our Saiyan’s youth was relatively long. Maybe this life-cutting probability can be eliminated."

"Are you sure?" Bulma glared at Bruce.

"Big...probably..." Staring at Bulma questioningly, Bruce was somewhat guilty. In fact, he is not sure that his situation is abnormal, after all, he is not an ordinary Saiyan.

But it is probably normal.

Broly, who is in a more serious situation than him, will not be alive in the future, so Bruce guessed that this situation can only be applied to Legendary Super Saiyan.

"But now I can only wait and see." Bulma shrugged shook his head, expressing his helplessness.

At present, the information on Saiyan is too scarce, and genetic research has arrived in the bottleneck area, we can only wait and see what will change afterwards.

At this time, the door of the laboratory was pushed open from the outside, and both sides of "ka ka" moved, Bruce and Bulma both cast their eyes. Mrs. Brief covered his mouth with a smile, and looked back and forth several times on Bulma and Bruce two people.

"I'm ready for lunch."

Bulma nodded said that he knew that the data was saved by tapping the keyboard with his fingers. Bruce put his hands in his pockets and smiled at Mrs. Brief, consciously Get out of the laboratory.

After Bruce left, Mrs. Brief walked behind Bulma and stretched out a take action to hug Bulma's neck from behind.

"Bulma, you have to learn to take the initiative."

"Huh?" Bulma stared, not knowing what to do, "mother what are you talking about?"

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"I know you know what mother is talking about." Mrs. Brief twitched his lips.

"Mother, I don't know." Bulma continued to play dumb.

Mrs. Brief couldn't help being a little angry. My daughter really didn't realize the crisis is coming. It seems that it is time for my mother to give her all-round guidance.

Otherwise, some of her will regret it in the future.

Mrs. Brief released Bulma, turned around and closed the door of the laboratory and locked it. Bulma turned her head back sharply, and suddenly she felt a chill coming from behind her, and her body couldn't stop trembling twice because of fear.

My own mother, is this thinking?

Bulma stared blankly at Mother whose smile was gradually distorted, clutching her chest and kicking her legs on the ground, thinking that this would prevent Mrs. Brief from approaching.

Only very quickly, Bulma's panic screams sounded in the laboratory, "Mom.mother...what do you...what do you want to do?...ahhhh... ."

........

At night, on West City Street.

Bruce is interspersed in the food court, his daily one-piece hooded top is superimposed on black overalls, and he wears blue and white wireless headsets for communication.

I just found a seafood barbecue stall, choose the food and wait patiently.

In addition to Bruce, the seafood stall guests have two tables. They are men and women about the same age as Bruce. However, they eat very little at the two tables, and most of the seats are filled with beer.

"You are really young."

Looking at a man and a woman at the opposite table holding beer and blowing to each other, while others keep it up to cheer, Bruce couldn't help feeling from his heart.

And what surprised Bruce the most was that the girl who finished the beer first turned out to be the girl who was tapping the table with the bottom of the empty bottle and making bold words, "Who else!"

"Oh..."

The boy was obviously irritated. He planned to open his mouth and pour the remaining wine in directly, but he was probably choked with anger. Kneeling beside the trash can for a while.

This is to make the victorious girl laughed heartily again. Seeing this situation, the other companions not only did not comfort the boy, but laughed with the girl.

"It's so pathetic..." Bruce mourned for the boy in his heart.

Selling such a strong opponent is really terrifying. But it didn't matter with Bruce, he was here to eat, not to drink.

"The seafood meal you ordered."

The speed of the small stall is still very fast, and the table is full in less than five minutes. In fact, this is also related to the number of Bruce's orders. He told the vendor Boss that he would order all kinds of seafood once, and double portions of each.

For such a big customer, the vendor boss will naturally improve efficiency.

But Bruce's tabletop was filled with food, and immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding people.

Some are surprised, some are envious, and some are regrettable. All kinds of things come together to watch.

Bruce ignored their strange gazes, picked up a head-sized lobster and started eating. Lapis and Lazuli are in their own homes. Rose, as she will follow Bruce to watch the World Martial Arts Tournament, is working overtime tonight to handle business issues.

As for Bulma, it is estimated that he has been asleep at home now.

Son Goku followed Chi-Chi, Raditz and Piccolo followed Son Goku, Bruce’s recent energy consumption is really huge, and Bruce, who has no one in the family and has no food, can only choose to solve the food problem by himself.

Shrimp meat was dipped in a special seasoning and took a bite. Bruce narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. Worthíly is the most prosperous and famous food street in West City. The food is delicious.

"Boss, just give me the order I ordered." Bruce added vegetables to himself without the slightest hesitation. How can this bit of food fill his stomach, even if the whole vendor adds up, It is estimated to be half full.

Actually, this is why Bruce chooses the vendor with the fewest people...

I'm afraid there is not enough food.

"Guest, are you sure?" When Bruce said to add vegetables, the vendor Boss was almost frightened, so he stopped his work and ran over to confirm.

It's just that his eyes widened quickly, because the seafood meal originally served to Bruce was left with one third, and it was still being cut at an alarming rate.