I Am Really Saiyan

Everyone on the jet was recognizable and silent. From their point of view, Bruce and Bulma were the breath of the child.

Although it seems to be arguing, the relationship is actually stronger than anyone else.

The World Martial Arts Tournament is held today.

According to the usual flight, you need to book a flight one day in advance to Papaya Island, so that you will not be late for the transfer, but because Bruce is driving by himself, there is no such problem.

But Bruce does not have this problem, it does not mean that others do not have this problem.

In various airports going to Papaya Island, some martial artists or audiences have already smashed their heads and want to rush to the flight. They are all people who bought tickets today without preparing in advance.

Among them, Krillin and Master Roshi are included.

Following them are Launch, Oolong and Old Tortoise and others.

Krillin looked at the vast crowd’s airport and sighed with his head down.

“It’s all because Master Roshi has to watch some of the best women’s gymnastics, which caused us to miss the pre-booked flight.”

“What do you know, that’s my belief. "Master Roshi retorted directly.

Launch, who followed them, looked at the crowd curiously, and suddenly felt a little itching in his nose, and he sneezed out of control.

"atchoo!"

.........Krillin and Master Roshi's bodies trembled like an electric shock at the same time, looking at the Launch whose hair color had changed to yellow in front of them.

shiver coldly.

I hope Launch will not make any worms at this time. This is the airport.

Launch stared blankly at the crowds around her. Just for a few seconds, a submachine gun that shouldn't have been in the airport appeared out of thin air in her hands.

"Everyone listens to me, immediately give me a passage." She held a submachine gun and fired at the top, shouted: "Those who block me will die!"

"ahhhh!"

Suddenly there was a robber holding a submachine gun in the waiting room. After a brief stupor, everyone fell into a panic. Whether it was a man or a woman, they all moved towards the exit with their heads crazy. run.

An airport escort armed with a baton rushed to meet the crowds. Krillin and Master Roshi looked green at all this.

They want to take a plane instead of hijacking.

But this is the end, Master Roshi and Krillin can only escape. Krillin jumped up a hand chop knocked unconscious Launch and ran with his back, while Master Roshi was carrying the luggage of their three people.

Old Tortoise was sliding wildly behind, but Oolong was standing on Old Tortoise.

However, there are two silhouettes in the crowd that did not panic, but curiously looked towards the direction in which Master Roshi and others escaped.

One man and one woman.

"Cousin, how do I feel that the old man seems to have seen it?" The boy staring at the mushroom head turned his head and asked the girl.

The girl was stunned. After thinking about it, she said, "Satan, you should have read it wrong, I don't have any impression of that old man."

"Maybe... ..I really read it wrong."

.......

West Area.

The rumbling sound table spreads sharply in the distance, and countless planets that have been blown into rubble sway randomly. Dozens of spaceships are interspersed among the rubble. The silhouette above is swarming, and densely packed are flying out. Surrounded by gravel the size of a football field.

Cooler pinched Turles who followed Son Goku with exactly the same appearance with one hand. His expression was dignified and majestic. All around were his Cooler Legion fighters, and he could also be an intelligence agent.

After all, chasing Turles they played a role in transmitting intelligence.

But this is enough, because Cooler got what he wanted. Except for the hand holding Turles, his other hand is holding a pineapple-sized fruit.

"Is this the essence of divine fruit?" Cooler took a closer look, and put the essence of divine fruit close to his eyes, "but how should this fruit be planted? Is it really a seed?"

"Saiyan Monkey, tell me how to plant the Tree of Might." Cooler couldn't help but increase the strength that pinches Turles' neck.

"Ah...cough cough..."

Turles was pinched to a bluish complexion, almost asphyxiated. Seeing this, Cooler couldn't help but loosen Turles' neck slightly, and instead raised the collar of his chest to question.

"Tell me how to plant a spiritual fruit tree, maybe I can spare your life."

The Turles who got gasp for breath mouthed gasp for breath, half-squinted, Looking hard at the man who defeated him in front of him.

Cooler.

Follow him for a face-to-face encounter, and just one hand beat him without resistance, and even directly incapacitated him. Turles couldn't imagine how strong Cooler's Power Level was to achieve such a difficult situation in an instant.

All his limbs were brutally interrupted by Cooler. In order to prevent Turles transforming into Great Ape, his tail was also forcibly pulled out by Cooler. If it were not for the spiritual fruit tree planting method, Turles believed that Cooler without the slightest hesitation killed him.

"Cough...I..." Just opening his mouth, the air in his lungs cut him pain for a while, Turles realized that he was already weak. Even speaking is so difficult.

What a difficult situation.

Since his debut, Turles has been in such a difficult situation for the first time. It seems that this is the land of burial of his Turles.

I'm really unwilling.

"It's really useless." Cooler frowned, a little disappointed, "Isn't it said that Saiyan Monkey lifeforce is tenacious, didn't expect to break the limbs and weaken into this appearance."

A Cooler Legion fighter said, "King Cooler, should we rescue him first and ask how to plant the fine divine fruit before killing?"

All of Turles' subordinates have been Kill.

In other words, except Turles himself, no one else knows how to plant a spiritual fruit tree.

"Sure enough, the only two Saiyans that can make me happy." Cooler shook his head disappointedly, threw the half-dead Turles to the combatant, and said, "To hang his life, Then relayed to the scientific research personnel of our base to prepare immediately, and we will go back now."

"Our base?" The combatant caught the weak Turles and asked in fear, "Lord Cooler, we will not follow King. Did Cold and King Frieza meet?"

Cooler said proudly: "Why do you want to meet with them? Now that the divine fruit is in my hands, it is now my thing. Why should I take it? Share with them both."

The surrounding combatants all showed horrified expressions, obviously didn't expect Cooler would answer like this.

They are all from Frost Demon Race, and when they set off, didn’t King Cooler say...will bring divine fruit back...

Although they had various thoughts in their hearts, they all knew nothing at the moment, and Cooler is now their direct kings, and Kurds are just name kings.

They still know how to choose.

It’s just...

The fighters approaching Cooler suddenly Ki Burst, raising their fists or punching some people’s chest with a gun, killing them . Cooler looked at him faintly, and there was no exit to stop him.

The group that was killed was so sudden that they were all unprepared. After a few minutes, all of them died, their bodies floating in the void.

A combatant captain stepped forward and said: "The Cooler King, King Frieza, and King Cold Legion combatants have all been wiped out."

They violently killed it. Frieza Force and Kurdish Legion sent their accompanying combatants.

Cooler nodded at him and said with satisfaction: "Good job, now everyone listens, disconnect you from Frieza and the others, immediately unplug the monitoring communication on the spaceship, and remove this group of people Clean up his body for me."

"Understood." Everyone replied.

Cooler looked at the subordinate warrior with satisfaction and returned to the spaceship with the remaining Turles. He did not choose his original spaceship, because the original spaceship was still on the side of Frieza and Kurd and was confronting the Galactic King.

And keeping spaceship, can also better cover for him.

When Frieza reacted, it was too late.

"In addition, relay the news to our base, tell them to start the transfer, try to avoid Kurdish and Frieza their eyeliner."