Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

Universal Capsule Company, home of Chairman Dr. Breeves.

Yamcha came to the gate and looked at it with emotion. So many years have passed...well, if you count carefully, it's almost fourteen years. This place was still the same as he remembered it, with no changes. It was a mansion with an extremely terrifying area. He had longed for this place, not because of material things, but because of the girl who lived here.

After fourteen years of separation, when he set out from here with his luggage on his back, he thought with great ambition and pride that he could overcome the difficult journey and return here to become a disciple of the Immortal Wu. But in the end...he was still so far behind. A little, just a little, allowed him to stay on the island in the sea and leave this house.

And Bulma has now become Sun Wukong's wife, and even their children are now eight or nine years old.

jingle!

Yamcha pressed the doorbell of the outermost door with his left hand. A sleeve on his right arm, which was empty for some reason, swayed slightly with his movements.

The speaker on the doorbell sounded: "Hello, who is this?"

Yamcha put down his left hand that was pressing the doorbell, and unconsciously tightened and loosened it again; his lips pursed slightly; his eyes inadvertently glanced at his chest; then, he said in a very calm tone: " My name is Yamcha, and I used to be friends with Miss Bulma. If you can..."

"Ah, it's Yamcha!" A different voice sounded from the speaker. It seemed that he was just passing by. The man said in surprise: "I haven't heard from you for a long time. Come in now~"

Yamcha was startled, and in a daze, he remembered that the voice belonged to Bulma's mother, who was a little natural.

Soon, the door opened.

Yamcha was silent for a few seconds, and finally walked in.

"It's really Yamcha, ah, I haven't seen it for a long time. Let me think about it, how many years has it been..." Mrs. Brieves served Yamcha, and the servant brought snacks and drinks, and put them on the table. On the coffee table, Mrs. Breeves motioned for Yamcha to sit down quickly while she was reminiscing.

Dr. Breeves also came over, with messy hair and a cigarette in his mouth, "Fu-Yamcha, the last time I saw you was when you left our house fourteen years ago... "

Mrs. Brieves groaned, "By the way, it's fourteen years." She held her face and sighed, "I didn't expect that it would be fourteen years in a blink of an eye~" She glanced at the man who was holding the drink cup and saying nothing. Yamcha, she looked very regretful and sighed: "The handsome boy he once was has almost turned into a vicissitudes of life. It's such a pity~"

Dr. Brieves was ashamed and coughed, "Jona, it's not polite to say that."

However, Yamcha now has an unshaven beard, and his face is a bit pale and plump. Compared with the high-spirited young man back then, Yamcha has gone through a lot of changes... Being ridiculed by Bulma's mother, Yamcha is not shy or uncomfortable. There was no anger, it could be said that there was no reaction at all.

Yamcha just said calmly: "It's because I am useless and failed to complete the test of Wu Xianren. That's why I always feel that I have no face to come back. I have been doing nothing and being greedy for ease, and I have reached this point today."

Susu...

The clothes on his chest suddenly moved slightly; the corners of Yamcha's eyes twitched, he stopped talking, pursed his lips, and his expression seemed a little gloomy.

Huh? Mrs. Brieves wondered.

oh? Dr. Breeves blew out a puff of smoke and noticed something strange about Yamcha, but remained calm. He glanced at Yamcha's empty right sleeve and said, "Speaking of which, I noticed it just now. What’s wrong with the arm?”

"Ah!" Mrs. Brieves realized and exclaimed, "Oh my God, is your arm broken?"

Yamcha was silent and nodded.

Mrs. Brieves said sadly: "Ah, what can I do? My arm is broken. I'm very sad."

Yamcha didn't speak.

Dr. Breeves held a cigarette in his mouth, "But it's not impossible to cure it. The fairy beans provided by Virtual Earth Network Company to the Wushu Association four years ago seem to still have a certain amount of stock. Even a broken arm can be cured by eating fairy beans. It grew back."

Mrs. Breeves was pleasantly surprised, "That's great, Breeves, can you get one?"

Yamcha remained silent.

Dr. Breeves looked at Yamcha, took a puff of cigarette, shook his head and said: "The fairy beans were begged by ancestor Wu Tian from the immortals of Kailin Holy Land. They are very precious, let alone me, even if it is He is a member of the Martial Arts Association. It is extremely difficult to get one during a non-emergency period. Otherwise..." He smiled, "Yamucha, you have already obtained the celestial bean from the branch of the Martial Arts Association. Cure it. Arms?"

Yamcha remained silent, the corners of his eyes twitching, and then nodded.

He raised his head, then lowered it, smiled bitterly, and asked, "That's right... I knew from the martial arts association on the island where I lived that the fairy beans had been recovered by each branch and sent back to the association headquarters in Xidu. And even so, with my status and authority in the association, it is completely impossible to apply for a magical medicine like fairy beans."

Mrs. Brieves said sadly again: "Ah, what can I do?"

Dr. Breeves noticed that Yamcha's body was trembling slightly... Was he afraid? why? No, he seems to be struggling internally? Breeves was observing from the corner of his eyes and thinking in his mind.

His intelligence is in the same vein as Hathaway and Bulma. He has great wisdom. When he is willing to analyze Yamcha's situation, he can see a lot of things.

"Huh, in that case..." Yamcha seemed to have made a decision, and he exhaled.

"Yes, in that case, let Bulma ask for a magic bean from ancestor Wu Tian~" Mrs. Breeves nodded and said with a smile: "That kid Bulma has a good relationship with ancestors. Please ask for one." A magic bean, it’s definitely nothing~ Aren’t you and Bulma friends for a long time? That kid will help~”

Dr. Breeves thought for a while and nodded: "Yes, although you haven't met Bulma for a long time, we as parents know our children well. She is a good daughter who values ​​friendship. Since you have difficulties, , she will not sit idly by and ignore it.”

After a pause, he blew out the smoke and added: "However, after Bulma married Wukong, they moved to a new home, over there on the outskirts of the city... Hey, I remembered, ancestor Hathaway and 18 Are you also at Bulma's house these days?" The last question was asked by his wife.

Mrs. Breeves nodded, "Yes, I heard that they are going to prepare martial arts uniforms for little Wu Xian. The ancestor Wu Tian seems to agree that little Wu Xian can officially start practicing martial arts~"

Dr. Breeves scratched his head, "Oh, this is too bad. I wonder if they are still at Bulma's house."

"Here I am."

Yamcha spoke, he put down his cup, stood up, looked towards the outskirts of the city, and murmured: "There are so many powerful qi... Piccolo's qi, Krillin's qi, the old holy monk's qi... and Bulma." They are all here."

Mrs. Breeves smiled happily and said: "Then you go quickly, ancestor Hathaway is here just in time, she is much easier to talk to than ancestor Wu Tian~"

Dr. Breeves also nodded, holding a cigarette and said, "Should I send a car to take you there?"

Yamcha said: "No need, I can sense them, they're not too far away... I'll go there myself."

Mrs. Breeves held her face in her hands and said with envy: "That's right, you martial artists can all fly, you are so awesome~"

Yamcha said goodbye, flew into the sky, and left.

"..."

Dr. Breeves glanced at the sky, took a puff of cigarette, took out an electronic screen from his body, and sent a message: "1. It broke off Yamcha's right hand; 2. The purpose is fairy beans; 3. As for its origin, Yamucha probably doesn’t know it either.”

…

Bulma and Sun Wukong's house.

The three great masters left first. In terms of closeness, the three of them and Bulma and others were relatively peripheral. So after understanding the general situation of the unexpected incident, they each flew into the sky and left with surprise and novelty.

The delicate watch on Hathaway's hand vibrated slightly. She raised her hand gracefully and glanced at it. It read: "1. It broke off Yamcha's right hand; 2. The purpose is the fairy beans." ; 3. As for its origin, Yamucha probably doesn’t know it either.”

Frowning, Hathaway pondered for a moment and thought to herself: "Judging from the traces detected by Jarvis' intrusion, it doesn't look like the technical features possessed by Frieza's remnants... I see, Yamcha's arm Did you break it just to ask Bulma for fairy beans? Fairy beans, who wants fairy beans so much? Who in the universe... knows about the fairy beans on earth? Why does he want fairy beans? "

"What's wrong with you?" No. 18's cold voice sounded beside Hathaway.

Hathaway put down her hand and shook her head gently, "It's nothing. A guest is coming to the city. He is an old friend of Goku and Krillin from long ago."

No. 18 put his hands in his pockets, frowned and looked into the distance.

When she and No. 17 were transformed, neither she nor No. 17 were equipped with energy detection devices, so they could not sense the approach of others like Klin and the others. Even in battle, they fought with Qi. Martial arts masters are different. Both she and No. 17 fight purely through the massive amount of fighting data passively input during transformation, combined with super high physical fitness and reflex nerves.

"It seems that No. 17 has now joined the martial arts association. Is he also learning the so-called martial arts? I wonder if he can now perceive others through the mind like Sun Wukong and others?" No. 18 thought silently in his heart.

But despite this, No. 18 has no intention of learning martial arts, because unlike her proud and competitive brother, she has a cold personality and is not keen on fighting.

Not to mention the two of them.

Over there, Piccolo, Tianjin Rice, Dumplings, and Vegeta haven't left yet.

After Vegeta was initially shocked by Trunks' origins, he completely ignored him. Even if this Trunks is the child of him and Bulma in another parallel time and space, that's just that, and has nothing to do with him here.

But it was Son Goku's current appearance that worried Vegeta even more.

"Son Goku, do you really look like a Super Saiyan?" Vegeta asked, looking at Sun Wukong closely.

Tianjin rice and dumplings nodded, and they were also confused.

Piccolo didn't leave, which was also strange, but he didn't ask because he knew that others would definitely ask.

Krillin asked in confusion: "Yes, Goku, your Super Saiyan used to have a violent temperament after transforming. Why now...can't even feel it at all?" He joked: "What if? If it weren't for your blond hair and your eyes that turned green, I would have doubted whether you had transformed."

"Huh?" Trunks came back to his senses. He seemed to have noticed the difference in Sun Wukong at this time, and said in shock: "Mr. Goku, you...are you really a Super Saiyan? What, what? …”

Krillin complained, "You just noticed!"

Trunks smiled bitterly. His attention had been attracted by the difference between the two worlds before. He looked at Sun Wukong, who was ordinary except for his blond hair. He said in awe: "To be honest, until just now, Before...I didn't realize that Mr. Goku, you were already in Super Saiyan state..."

Sun Wukong smiled slightly.

"Isn't this bad?" Bulma raised his eyebrows, circled around Sun Wukong, inserted his hand into Sun Wukong's blond hair that burned like a flame, rubbed it casually, and finally stood in front of Sun Wukong and poked Sun Wukong with his finger. He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Although I don't know why, it looks more comfortable like this."

She touched her chin, "Are you right, Sun Xiaoxian?"

"Well, that's right, Mom~ Every time Dad transformed, he was so fierce~" Sun Wuxian appeared next to Bulma, like a little adult, imitating Bulma, and said while touching his chin.

Sun Wukong kept smiling. He didn't know much about love or family ties, but at least he knew that he would feel safe and warm when he was with Bulma and his children, and he was willing to protect this warmth. ...and this warmth is called happiness.

"Ehhh?!" Klin pointed at Sun Wuxian next to Bulma and said in shock: "Wuxian, when did you learn the air dance technique?!"

"Huh?" Bulma turned her head and glanced beside her. She said there was something wrong with the position where her son's voice came from. It turned out that her son was floating next to her.

"Huh?" Sun Wuxian seemed to have just noticed this.

The little guy looked at his feet and stepped on them. There was no lawn. He looked around again. Tianjin rice, dumplings and Piccolo Vegeta were all fine. They didn't know the situation of Son Wu Xian, but Klin was different. He knew that although Sun Wuxian had been following his master, Wu Xianren, for several years, he had not even started formal martial arts training at all - he just bought his martial arts uniform today!

Hathaway smiled and didn't think anything was wrong.

No. 18 looked cold and unconcerned.

Sun Wuxian fell down with a splash, sat down on the ground, scratched his head and said confusedly, "I don't know either. Well... it suddenly flew up."

Sun Wukong was very happy. He said, "Maybe Wuxian watched us flying for a long time and learned it subconsciously?"

He pulled his son up.

Klin was speechless, "Isn't this too exaggerated...how many times did you watch it, and you learned it like this?"

Tianjin Fan and Dumplings were also shocked. They could sense that Sun Wuxian's Qi was not strong and almost always increased naturally with age.

Vegeta was not interested in this. He still looked at Sun Wukong and asked expressionlessly: "You haven't made it clear yet. Do you really still look like a Super Saiyan?"

He used Sun Wukong, or Kakarot's Super Saiyan appearance as a template, and was thinking about how to become a Super Saiyan every day. Now that Sun Wukong suddenly turned into this look, what should he do? Suddenly there is no target direction to move forward!

Sun Wukong smiled and said: "Of course he is still a Super Saiyan, but it looks like this. You can get used to it."

He is not good at words, so when Krillin and the others heard it, they thought he was telling them to get used to Son Goku's Super Saiyan state. In fact, Son Goku was referring to himself getting used to the Super Saiyan state, and then changing himself from it. The Super Saiyan was freed from the initial violence.

Vegeta thought so too. He didn't understand what Sun Wukong meant at all, and his doubts didn't diminish at all.

"If you want to know how to become a Super Saiyan..." Sun Wukong suddenly said.

Vegeta snorted coldly: "Forget it, I don't need your teaching!"

Peng!

The flames of anger exploded, and Vegeta flew into the sky with a bang, turning into a meteor and fleeing away.

"This guy! He's still so bad!" Klin said angrily.

Trunks glanced at the direction Vegeta left. Tenjin Fan saw him, walked over and patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

Trunks shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

Bulma over there noticed it, and UU Kanshu www.uukｎｓ.net also kept silent, but there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't help with the fact that she was not Trunks's mother, let alone change this reality. She has her own life and happiness, and she cannot change herself just because Trunks suddenly appears.

Sun Wukong smiled at Trunks and said, "Trunks, please stay and practice with us for a while. If you go back to your world, you will definitely be able to defeat the artificial humans there."

Krillin also said: "Yes, Trunks, if you can train the Super Saiyan to be like Goku, you can definitely save your world!"

No. 18 said coldly, "That's not necessarily the case!"

Trunks thought for a while, nodded and said to Sun Wukong: "Thank you, I will practice hard." Then he glanced at No. 18, his expression was not good-looking, and he was tense, "Besides, in the world I come from, You and No. 17 are not as strong as you..."

"Someone is coming." Piccolo suddenly said.

"Hmm..." Sun Wukong also looked in one direction, frowned, and whispered: "It feels so familiar..."