Traveling through the Black Dragon Ball

"Kakarot, you, how can you transform into a Super Saiyan? How is it possible? You are just a low-level warrior. Did you defeat that woman?"

Vegeta staggered back and murmured in disbelief: "Impossible, how is this possible?"

Sun Wukong touched his head and said awkwardly: "The woman you are talking about seems to be the female Kaiowen God named Laila. Her power is so powerful that we can't hurt her even if we try our best. It's just that she seems to be She has other purposes, so she made a bet with Li Yu that she will bring Frieza to Earth in a year, and if we fail again, she will kill all humans on the planet."

Vegeta's face twitched. Although he could transform into a Super Saiyan Mimic, he still didn't have the courage to face the woman whose strength was bottomless. After waking up, he was at the base of the Black Flag Army. , while recuperating and training at the same time, Li Yu did not put any unnecessary restrictions on him. It can be said that he was satisfied with his cultivation as much as possible. Even precious resources such as fairy beans would be rationed. This kind of life is very suitable for Beji. Tower's wishes, so he ignored the training and didn't bother to ask about Frieza. He just wanted to improve his strength, hoping that only with absolute strength could Li Yu and Kakarot surrender to him and work for him. Pave the way for universe domination.

Only then did he realize the cause and effect, and he suddenly thought, "Huh, I'm not from Earth, why should I fight for the Earth?" He smiled proudly, and immediately found a high-sounding excuse for being timid in the face of the enemy.

Sun Wukong gestured with his fingers: "There are twelve months in a year, and now three months have passed. Then twelve minus three is equal to, equal to" He tried hard to recall the mathematics course taught by Kame Sennin.

Vegeta's face twitched, "Damn Kakarot, it's nine months. You are such a disgrace to the Saiyans." He thought to himself, there are still nine months to prepare, and it's hard to get a spaceship. Not urgent.

Sun Wukong rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment and praised sincerely: "Vegeta, you are so awesome, oh, by the way." Sun Wukong seemed to think of something and suddenly became excited, "I heard Li Yu say that Super Saiyan is not a Saiyan. The ultimate power of a demi-human, the power of a Saiyan can also be advanced to Super Saiyan II.”

Vegeta's eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "Super Saiyan "

"Yes, Super Saiyan II will be stronger than Kaiojin."

Vegeta had no doubt about him, and immediately became convinced: "Haha, that's it, that means I can defeat that woman, and by then, Frieza can only kneel at my feet and kiss my heels. ." Although the vision was good, he suddenly realized a problem, "How can I transform into Super Saiyan II?"

Sun Wukong spread his hands: "I have already asked Li Yu, but unfortunately he doesn't know much. Shenlong's wish has been used to resurrect all the Namekians. Maybe he can ask Shenlong for his next wish, but I don't know if it's still too late. "

Vegeta was very confused. If the people on Earth were exterminated by the King of Gods, clues to Super Saiyan II might never appear again. However, the fear of death made it difficult for him to face the woman and Frieza directly. As his heart continued to struggle, Piccolo's breath suddenly appeared in the distance.

Sun Wukong was startled and seemed to have discovered something strange. Vegeta frowned, the two looked at each other, and then left two blasts of energy.

Piccolo frowned and looked at the Namekian gasping for breath in front of him. Her skin was a little white from being soaked in seawater. Although it seemed to have healed on its own, the injuries to her internal organs and bones were due to lack of oxygen. The Namekian, who was still in a coma without being completely repaired, received oxygen supplements and gradually woke up.

"Cold, evil breath, really disgusting" Piccolo said to himself in disgust. If such words came out of his mouth, if people who knew Piccolo heard it, their jaws would definitely be shocked. Piccolo did not pay close attention to him. Why did he hate this Namekian who had the same aura as him? In fact, what he really hated was her deformed body that was different from normal Namekians.

Powerful thought power enveloped her, lifting her up in the air, as if she was back in her mother's arms. No. 1 didn't know what it felt like. Maybe it was this feeling described in the book, surrounded by a familiar aura. He held her in his arms, and the information passed down in her genes gave her unconditional trust and obedience.

She resisted her tiredness and slowly opened her bright big eyes. What came into view was a handsome green-skinned young man. He sat cross-legged, with his hands folded across his chest, his eyes slightly narrowed and his face expressionless. Although he was not directly She felt strong strength, but the unyielding aura was like an iceberg standing on the ridge of the world. Once the avalanche avalanched, the power made her look up like an ant.

No. 1's body trembled. She, who had always been regarded as a monster by others, seemed to have finally seen her kind. She was no longer a monster. Like those Saiyans, she also had compatriots. She couldn't help but reach out and want to touch her. The one who was so high above her that she admired her unconsciously.

But the words of my compatriots were so cold and biting.

"Go away, monster"

Like falling into an abyss, like falling into hell, despair is when hope is completely cut off.

"It turns out it's your breath that disturbed my practice. Damn it. Monsters like you shouldn't exist in this world." Piccolo stretched his body and was suspended vertically in the air. His strong body released bursts of terrifying power. It seems that he has made up his mind to put an end to this mistake that should not exist.

No. 1 felt that the sky was dark, and suddenly a big hand strangled her neck, and the strong suffocation hit her again. This time the injury was far more painful than before. Her eyes widened, and the power in her body gradually drained away. Maybe this would be able to He was freed, but why was he so unwilling to do so? He couldn't help but spit out his purple tongue, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness. Just before he was dying, a sudden sound stopped Piccolo from killing.

The old voice said urgently: "Stop, Piccolo."

Piccolo looked sideways at the visitor and said disdainfully: "God, you don't have to worry about my affairs." But his fingers relaxed their grip.

"Brother Piccolo, please let him go, can you?" Dandy, who came with the god, asked.

Facing Dandy, perhaps due to the influence of another personality, Piccolo rarely showed a caring expression and said softly: "Dandy, she is not a Namekian, she was created by those hateful earthlings. Monster, I will not allow such a monster to tarnish the namekian bloodline."

"Brother Piccolo, the Namekians are a kind and peace-loving race. Regardless of whether she is a Namekian or not, we should not deprive her of her life. Besides, she is innocent. Please let her go."