Pirates: I will first max out the domineering color if I am not dead

"Please help me move that part over here."

After Bulma finished smoking a cigarette, she crouched down next to a piece of the flying machine again, squatted down, and picked up the wrench.

"Uh, okay!"

Xia Le raised his hands and moved the part that looked like a large nut over.

"After the appearance of artificial humans, everyone is trying to find a solution."

"At first, Gohan and the others wanted to defeat each other through fighting, but unfortunately."

“Everyone sacrificed.”

"Now, there are only three of us left, hiding in this base."

Bulma sighed.

These are not secrets and can be told.

"Are you building a time machine?"

Xia Le looked at the outline of the machine in front of him and suddenly asked.

Bulma was stunned, stopped what she was doing, turned her head and looked at him puzzledly: "Can you understand?"

"can't read."

"Just a guess."

Xia Le smiled.

"Oh."

Bulma turned her head and continued to work.

Xia Le stood there, looking around.

He walked past the machine screens one by one and looked at the messy tools and drawings on the table. Most of them were theoretical formulas, design drawings, etc. related to time machines.

When he reached a corner, he suddenly stopped.

"You, have also studied artificial humans?"

Xia Le pulled out the drawings piled up below, looked at the simple drawings on them, as well as the various formulas, theories, etc. next to them, and asked aloud.

"Although I don't have the powerful strength like Gohan and the others."

“But I also tried my best.”

"It's just that for Dr. Gero, androids are a professional thing, but I seem to be a bit of an amateur in this area."

Bulma said with a smile.

She answered while turning the screw.

"I have done careful deductions. Even if it is really manufactured, it will definitely not be a match for No. 17 and No. 18."

"Besides, as you can see, the resources we have are limited."

Bulma sighed.

"Even collecting the parts to build the time machine was done by Gohan and the others at the risk of their lives."

Xia Le nodded silently.

After a while, he suddenly spoke.

"if."

"I would like to ask you to transform me into a Saiyan?"

Bulma paused her movements, her pupils shrank at this moment, and her expression became even gloomier.

"You know Saiyans?"

"Not an ordinary person, right?"

Xia Le nodded: "When I was a kid, I watched the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament on TV, so I met Mr. Sun Wukong and the others."

"My father is also a high-ranking government official and knows information about your husband, Vegeta."

The gloom on Bulma's face slowly dissipated. If she was an official in the government, it would not be difficult for her to get some news about the Saiyans.

"You want to become a Saiyan?"

“This is difficult, why?”

Xia Le clenched his fists: "Because I want to become stronger!"

"Strong enough to defeat No. 17 and No. 18!"

Bulma smiled when she heard this: "Even if they are real Saiyans, they may not be their opponents."

"You really know nothing about those two artificial humans!"

Xia Le was unmoved: "Is there any way?"

"Have!"

"If I want to transform you into a powerful android like No. 17 or No. 18, I really have no way to do it."

"But if you just want to transform into a Saiyan, this kind of thing is not difficult!"

"only."

After a pause, Bulma's expression became serious.

"This is a bio-modification technology anyway, and it carries risks."

"There's a good chance you'll die on the operating table."

Xia Le heard this without changing his expression: "I am not afraid of this risk."

"Also, after years of research and observation, I have found that the Saiyan blood contains violent factors, and your temperament may change drastically."

"Especially for this kind of transformation, everything is unknown."

"The blood of the Saiyans is likely to devour your human gene fragments, causing you to completely lose control and eventually die."

Bulma warned again.

"If I could become a Saiyan, I wouldn't be afraid of any of this."

Xia Le smiled.

This body of his will never die no matter what.

Being a Saiyan is simply the most suitable bloodline for him.

Especially being born in the future, in a situation full of despair.

Bulma gave him a deep look and said, "Okay, I'll help you."

"I need to remind you that this kind of human body modification may have unknown risks and may be different from real Saiyans."

"If you die."

Xia Le smiled calmly: "I won't blame anyone, this is my choice."

Bulma was stunned and nodded.

She suddenly stood up, walked to Xia Le's side, pushed away the other tools on the table, and picked up the drawing of the android design.

"I still need to do some research before that."

"If you succeed in the end, I hope you can help Gohan and the others."

Xia Le nodded slightly.

He was also a little surprised, and he didn't understand why the other party was willing to help him when they met for the first time.

“There aren’t many people left in this world.”

"I am willing to believe in any hope, even if it is still small."

Bulma took the drawing, looked at it carefully, and spoke softly.

Xia Le was shocked and stood there in a daze.

"Bring the combat power tester on the table."

After looking at it for a while, Bulma picked up the pencil again and started drawing and revising the drawing. Finally, she pointed to the eye-shaped combat power detector on the table on the side.

Xia Le quickly handed the tester to the other party.

Bulma put it on and pressed the button.

"drop!"

In an instant, the numbers above began to change rapidly.

"105."

"interesting."

Bulma said in surprise.

Although he looks like an ordinary person, his fighting ability has reached the top level among ordinary people.

"Have you ever practiced martial arts before?"

Xia Le nodded: "Just practice on your own."

"Own?"

Bulma paused and gave him a strange look.

"That's even more interesting."

She laughed, then lowered her head and started tinkering with it.

"Go call Trunks over and keep an eye on Gohan."

"That treatment cabin is not stable, so sometimes it stops and needs to be restarted manually."

Xia Le responded and turned to leave.

A moment later, he saw Trunks working out next to the treatment pod.

"Bulma asked you to come over."

Trunks gave him a curious look before running off.

Xia Le moved a stool and sat there staring at the treatment cabin.

This treatment cabin looked like it was taken out from a spaceship. It was filled with sticky nutrients. Son Gohan closed his eyes with a straw and fell into a deep sleep.

"Gudongdong!"

Among them, various bubbles emerge from time to time.

Xia Le supported his chin and looked at Son Gohan inside.

After a while.

"Ah~~~"

"Mom, why are you drawing my blood?"

"Pain! Pain! Pain!"

Trunks' scream came from the next room, making Xia Le turn his head.

He was stunned at first, then smiled as if he understood something.

This base was large, but also very empty. Only Bulma and the other two lived there. Now with him, there were four of them in total.

To obtain daily necessities and tools, one must enter the city, carefully hide oneself, and then search for them.

According to Trunks, who was holding his butt and crying in pain, there should be other survivors in Siduri who have also gone into hiding.

His dream in life is to practice with his brother Gohan, then transform into a Super Saiyan, defeat No. 17 and No. 18, and finally restore the world to its original state.

Xia Le was filled with emotion.

This is clearly a hopeless doomsday world.

Gohan woke up in the morning seven days later. The treatment chamber was opened and the nutrient solution inside turned into waste water and flowed out.