I Am Really Saiyan

Bulma stood there, staring at Bruce.

I didn't answer immediately, but seemed to be thinking about something.

Bruce looked embarrassed. Without the help of Bulma's black technology, he had to wait for the Dragon Ball to recover if he wanted to find the rose.

Even if you ask Kami, you may not be able to find it.

Kami observes the mortal realm randomly, and cannot lock someone out. It was because the ki he issued in the riot was too exciting, and Kami was able to lock him as quickly as possible.

But finding a common ordinary person in Earth is simply impossible.

Bulma staring at Bruce finally looked away, pulled out a capsule, and moved it towards the relatively safe crack, "bang", and a small villa appeared.

"Follow me in." Bulma pushed the door first, and Bruce follow closely from behind.

The place of charm and beauty inside the villa is completely different from the decoration of ordinary villas. The huge space is filled with various experimental instruments. But at the very center is an oversized computer with many keyboards connected to it.

"This is the father's backup laboratory. Just now we planned to use this communication satellite to control the drone to support you from a distance." Bulma presses the mysterious button, as the screen lights up as fast as the operation "But this guy can't compare with the speed in the original laboratory, but it shouldn’t take much time to find out the signal source."

"There is a self-service coffee machine over there, you You can sit down and take a coffee break. Actually, your body is very tired." Bulma pointed to the side of the door.

There are coffee machines, triangle-shaped sofas, and some transparent freezers with drinks and simple bookshelves.

Everything is available.

Bruce didn't refuse Bulma's kindness. To be honest, he did feel a little tired, not physically, but spiritually.

Naturally brewed a cup of coffee for myself, barely serving as a special medicine for improving refreshing, I sat on the sofa at High Level and waited for Bulma to operate.

A series of codes made Bruce's forehead black. Sure enough, my memory-based half-hearted person is completely inferior to the real genius, and this guy seems to be 12 years old this year.

unimaginable.

Bulma didn't make Bruce wait too long. The second cup of coffee just hit the bottom, and an item similar to dragon radar was thrown into his arms by Bulma.

"The green dot inside shows you, the yellow dot is Son Goku, the blue dot is me, and the red dot is rose. I have set the initial direction for you, and you follow the arrow to track it quickly You can find it." Bulma also brewed a cup of coffee for herself, took a sip, felt that the taste was a little wrong, and put it on the table casually, and did not continue drinking.

Bruce pondered the tracker back and forth. For about five minutes, he picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip before he got up and opened the door.

"Wait."

Bulma's call sounded behind him.

"Something?" Bruce, who had already opened the door, looked back suspiciously.

"No...don't...don't die..." Bulma said falteringly.

With a quick smile, Bruce disappeared in the doorway.

Sitting on the sofa and looking at the coffee cup that once belonged to her on the table, Bulma frowned and stretched out her hand to pick it up and shook it, "Oh...it's pretty clean."

But the next moment she was ugly complexion, and she yelled, "bastard, this is the coffee I have drunk!"

"puff..."

She She couldn't help but chuckle, and her pretty face showed a trace of longing.

The girl cherishes spring.

..........

Jeep is flying across the wilderness and the violent turbulence makes Lyme can't help but browse knit.

The base of the Red Ribbon Army is naturally impossible to build around the city. The more desolate the place, the more able to hide their tracks.

About half an hour after driving, Jeep turned into a primitive forest and stopped. All around No birdsong, no other creatures, quiet terrifying.

"clang when."

"Get off."

Lyme opened the door and stared expressionlessly at the rose at the rear of the car.

"I know you have untied the rope and get off the car." She pointed her muzzle at the rose, her tone still ice-cold.

Rose looked at Lyme and hesitated.

She has already untied the ropes on her feet. This level is nothing difficult for her assassination unit member. She has not launched a counterattack because she is a little curious about why Lyme didn’t use the handcuffs. It is with ropes.

The same assassination troop member, she should be very clear that this level is not enough to restrain her.

"Didn't expect that a little girl with a runny nose all day can also be so deterrent."

Lyme frowned, but not too god-colored. Observing Bruce's roses will naturally put her in sight, and she once assured herself because of some of her snack temptations.

"Get off." She emphasized again.

"Okay, I'll get out of the car." Rose knew that she couldn't tease this little girl anymore, and she crawled out of the car window sensibly.

Her hands are still handcuffed. There is no key, so she can't open it.

Lyme took two steps back and stared at Rose until she stood firm on the ground.

"pa."

But at this time, Rose, who had just stood firm, turned around fiercely a kick sent flying the desert eagle in her hand, and at the same time, her other foot was already suspended. moved towards her chest crack.

Without any hesitation, she could only block her chest with her hands. She forcibly withstood Rose’s foot, but she was also shaken back a few steps.

Rose’s attack did not stop, she held her body volleyed again and whipped her leg towards Lyme’s head, fiercely and decisively.

Although Lyme seems to be a delicate body, his reaction speed and strength are not weak. First, he used the flexibility of the body to bend and dodge, and then punched Rose at the base of the thigh.

"Bang."

Rose almost didn't faint with a sharp pain.

When she reacted, Lyme was standing in front of her with the gun again.

expressionless.

"Boom!"

Her right arm punched a blood hole directly, but Lyme didn't follow Rose to be polite, one stepped forward to Rose, and hit her abdomen with a backhand punch. Let her hit the ground.

"You lost." Lyme said lightly.

"cough cough ...." Rose coughed a few mouthfuls of blood, complexion pale, "worthíly is injected with potentiating potions, and the strength is really not what my ordinary physique can be comparable with."

"Be honest, there is nothing."

"Pā!" Lyme hit the back of Rose's head fiercely with the gun butt, knocking her stunned.

........

The scent of roses is in the air. When the roses wake up, the first thing they see is the shining incandescent lamp above their heads.

Soft touch.

She opened her eyes and scanned the surroundings vigorously, finally seeing the environment clearly.

The soft feeling is because she is lying on the bed, and there are slightly pink curtains around her, a dressing table with half a frame, revealing a wardrobe of half of the girl attire.

She determined one thing from this.

This is the girl's room, and it is also a youthful girl with fantasy.

As soon as I thought of getting up, a heart-piercing pain came from my shoulder, and the pain almost made her lose consciousness again.

What a cruel move, that flat little girl.

From her discomfort, Rose knows that her wound has been bandaged, and the treatment seems to be pretty good, even if she struggles like this, the wound has not cracked.

"clang."

Someone pushed open the door and rushed in, looking at himself with surprise on his face, "The monitor installed by Dr. Brief is pretty good, as soon as you wake up I can know it from outside, although it is very likely that he is an abnormal person who installed surveillance in his daughter’s room."