Start Dragon Ball, Vegeta has a system

"Who told you to go?" Bulma yelled at Yajiro's guard in dissatisfaction, "No one expects you at all!"

"It's okay, Bulma, don't we still have Wukong here? There must be no danger!" Kelin comforted Bulma.

Guixianren looked at Bulma's long hair, and said meanly, "Oh, I've been on the spaceship for two months, I really want to go too!"

"I also want to see the dragon on Namek, so I'll accompany Bulma!" the Turtle Immortal said as his big pig's hoof was already heading towards Bulma's buttocks.

"Bastard, you go, I think it's more dangerous!" Bulma frowned and knocked on Guixianren's head with a chestnut.

"Then if I go, I need a bathroom, a comfortable bed, and a stereo." Bulma has already begun to figure out how suitable the spaceship should be.

"I'm going too! Take me!" Sun Wuhan, who was sitting next to Qiqi, suddenly called out.

Qiqi's eyes widened, she looked at Sun Wuhan blankly, and she asked in disbelief, "Gogohan! Don't be kidding!"

"I'm not kidding! I really want to go!" Son Gohan gripped the hem of his clothes tightly.

"What nonsense, this trip will last two months!! Where is your study?" Qiqi yelled at Sun Wufan angrily.

"Come on, let's stand a little farther away!" Gui Xianren whispered, pulling Kelin back a few steps.

So as not to bring disaster to the fish pond!

"No. I must go! I want to save Uncle Piccolo with my own hands!" Sun Gohan lowered his head, his eyes were full of determination.

"Good! What Gohan said is good!" Monkey King who was standing next to him spoke appreciatively.

"Sun! Wukong! Kong!" Qiqi turned her death gaze to Sun Wukong.

Monkey King didn't tremble, rubbed the back of his head and smirked, pretending to be stupid.

"Shut up you two! Absolutely don't let Gohan go, what if something happens?"

"It will take two months to go, and this year already made me worry to death!!" Qiqi clenched her fists and roared angrily.

"What about your homework? You have fallen far behind other children, I will not allow you to go, absolutely not!"

"Pick's business has nothing to do with you, Gohan! You're still a child, so act like a child!"

"Oh, that's enough!" Sun Wuhan suddenly yelled at Qiqi.

Everyone looked at Sun Wuhan with shock.

"Gohan. You've failed in your studies." Qiqi's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

"Mom, you shouldn't say such things, everyone is fighting to the death, and the dead must be resurrected. And fight the Saiyans"

Sun Wuhan clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, and the tears in his eyes kept dripping.

"I'm going, I must go, Uncle Piccolo died to save me, I must personally see Uncle Piccolo revive Mom, I'm sorry!"

"Admit defeat, Qiqi, Gohan has grown up!" Bull Demon King put his hand on Qiqi's shoulder, and said gratifiedly, "He has become stronger!!"

"Gohan, good job, you've grown up!" Sun Wukong walked to Sun Wuhan's side, reached out and patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.

At this point, the people who will go to Namek have also been discussed and determined, Monkey King, Bulma, Kling, and Monkey King!

During the week of refitting, Bulma was extremely busy, not only to follow Brive to remodel the spaceship, but also to learn the language of the Namekians.

Soon after ushering in a planet, the four flew out of the earth in a spaceship remodeled by Bulma and Brive.

"Oh, it's so fast, the spaceship disappears in the blink of an eye!" Standing on his own island, Guixianren sighed, looking at the spaceship that turned into a star in the blink of an eye.

"Gohan! Remember to write a letter back!" Qiqi shouted loudly with both hands making a trumpet.

"whoosh"

Soon the spacecraft was far away from the earth. After Bulma changed the operation to autopilot, she stood up from the pilot's seat and walked towards her room with an unhappy expression.

"Is Bulma angry?" Sun Wuhan rubbed his painful head and looked at Kelin suspiciously.

"I want to see the earth!" Son Gohan in a small suit walked towards the transparent cover.

Piccolo took off the baseball cap on his head, looked at the spacesuit worn by Bulma, and explained to Monkey King belatedly.

"Maybe she thinks we're too childish, like we're going on a trip!"

"Is that so?" Sun Wukong tilted his head, but quickly threw the question out of the blue.

"Come on, Klin, let's try the gravity room!" Sun Wukong hooked Klin's neck directly and led him to the training room on the other side.

"I heard that Vegeta is very powerful, I must work harder!" Sun Wukong stretched his arms, eager to try.

"When you are under the gate of the king of the realm, the gravity there is 10 times, so try to adjust it to 10 times first!" Monkey King pressed the button in the middle.

"beep beep"

Son Gohan, who also changed into a small Piccolo at the back, also followed, "What kind of training?"

"Huh? Gohan, do you respect Piccolo so much?" Seeing the clothes on Sun Wuhan, Krillin looked at Sun Wukong jokingly.

"Hey hey, it's like respecting your father!" Son Gohan nodded seriously.

Sun Wukong didn't care and continued to study the buttons in the gravity room, "It's this one. I remember after pressing it. Then pull up the joystick."

The next moment, 10 times the gravity turned on.

Kelin and Sun Wuhan were directly pressed down on the ground by the huge gravity, unable to move, they felt like a huge mountain was pressing on their bodies.

"Ah Wukong, you should say hello in advance." Kelin pointed at Sun Wukong with trembling hands dissatisfied.

"Father. It's so heavy." Sun Wufan also looked at Sun Wukong with teary eyes.

Sun Wukong scratched the back of his head like a normal person, "Haha, I'm so sorry!"

After sending out the two immobile Klin and Sun Wufan, Monkey King began his own penance.

"Ah, it's so heavy." Sun Wukong felt that every step he took was as heavy as a thousand catties.

"boom"

"boom"

"One two one, one two one"

Sun Wukong trotted slowly and began to adapt to the gravity room. He kept trying to do various movements, push-ups, sit-ups
"I have to start with the basic skills, otherwise I won't be able to use the more powerful Kaiwang Fist." Sun Wukong persevered with sweat.

In the blink of an eye, five days passed.

Bulma was wearing a vest and briefs, laying on the deck chair and yawning indistinctly, surrounded by comic books, magazines, novels, snacks and drinks in a mess.

"It's really boring!" Bulma threw a magazine on the ground, and picked up a bottle of drink, "If I knew it, I would have installed a long-term sleep device!"