People in Dragon Ball, start with Saiyan blood!

Unknowingly, it was the opening day of the world's best martial arts conference.

The almanac says that it is a good time for weddings and funerals, and a good start in business.

Jiang Ling drove the flying ship, carrying two Bulmas and Razri No. 18, to a small island in the south.

Bulma was sitting in the front seat, next to Jiang Ling.

Future Bulma (called: Big Bulma) and Razali are sitting in the back seats.

While driving the flying ship, Jiang Ling was a little bored and his tail moved restlessly.

He slowly reached towards Bulma and got into a certain spot to tickle her.

"Hmm..." Bulma couldn't help but say something.

Then glared at him.

"Sail the boat well! Don't do these useless things!"

"..."

Jiang Ling said quietly: "I have been in seclusion for several days, and I have just come out... I haven't touched you for a long time~"

"Holy shit, it's only been a few days and you can't help it?!"

Bulma was quite speechless.

"As a person who exercises, my qi and blood are stronger than those of ordinary people. Isn't this normal... How about I ask La Zili to help me?"

"Don't tell me whether this is available or not. We'll wait until we sign up at our destination." Bulma rolled her eyes.

"I am very lucky now that La Zili can help me share the pressure, otherwise I would not have time to do scientific research~"

Even though La Zili was no longer a little girl for a long time, her face still blushed slightly when she heard these words.

But Big Boomer was a little confused when he heard this.

Are Saiyans so powerful?

Aren't they all fighting mad?

The Saiyan Vegeta who lived more than 20 years ago in my memory only came with him a few times before he had Trunks. After that, Vegeta was immersed in training and was not sexually attracted to women. Until fighting to the death.

More than 20 years have passed, and my memory has become somewhat blurry.

But when Dabu thought about this kind of thing between a man and a woman, she turned red after not having a man for more than 20 years.

......

A small island in the south.

There is a huge flow of people here, and there is an endless stream of various merchants selling goods.

No reason, it’s just because the world’s best martial arts conference, which is held every four years, is about to be held!

The strongest martial artists from all over the world will appear on the stage to compete for the top spot.

Jiang Ling took Bulma, La Zili, and launched the flying ship, which caused an uproar as soon as it appeared.

wow——

"What a beautiful blonde and blue-haired sister!"

"What's going on with that hairy guy? Why are there two blue-haired beauties and a blonde beauty accompanying them?"

"Diaomao? Even if he is, he is still a handsome, graceful and graceful Diaomao. Look at yourself in the mirror. Can you compare with him?"

"Humph, I don't believe I can't get you!"

A man who just started to blurt out "picking hair" wiped his shiny hair, showed what he thought was a gentle smile, and walked straight up.

"Hello, beauty, my name is Nanxing. As my name says, I am like a star in the south, romantic, beautiful and gentle."

"If you don't mind, could you add me on WeChat?"

Bulma glanced at him and smiled politely.

"Sorry, I mind a little bit because my WeChat account is relatively private."

?

Nan Xing looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at the two beauties next to him, but they were not looking at him either.

What made him most angry was that the handsome 'Diaomao' in the middle actually ignored him.

This made him feel humiliated!

"Hey! Pretty boy! I'm participating in the world's best martial arts tournament. If you have the guts, come and have a fight with me in the ring!"

"Whoever wins will own these beauties!"

Jiang Ling:? ? ?

Big Boomer:? ? ?

Bulma: ? ? ?

Lazlie:? ? ?

"Neuropathy!"

Jiang Ling glanced at Nan Xing with a strange expression, muttered something, and took several women to the registration office.

"Fuck! See if I don't beat up this pretty boy in the ring!"

Nan Xing's face looked extremely ugly.

He was actually humiliated by the pretty boy!

In his opinion, this pretty boy is just a pretty boy with no power!

When he is in the ring, if you meet him, you must give him a good slap on his pretty face!

(Nan Xing is a martial arts expert who has conquered a certain place. He also has another identity, that is, the author's editor.)

......

Jiang Ling saw Sun Wukong and Sun Wufan from a distance, taking three Qiqi with them. Two of them were holding babies that were several months old.

It can be seen that the Sun family leads a peaceful life.

Jiang Ling said hello to the three Qiqi, turned around and said with a smile:

"Wukong! Life is good, right?"

Wukong spread his hands and sighed: "The house is getting more and more crowded and the pressure is getting bigger and bigger, otherwise I wouldn't come to the martial arts tournament."

Now Wukong seems more and more mature.

He did not blame Jiang Ling for bringing him two Qiqi, but regarded these two Qiqi as his responsibility.

With the responsibility of a man, he is no longer the Saiyan who only knows how to fight and doesn't care about his family!

"Stop talking, brother, I think you are not doing well..." Sun Wukong whispered.

"Huh?" Jiang Ling was confused, "How do you say that?"

"One Bulma is enough for you, and there's another Bulma... and there's also a powerful Razri... I'm worried about you!"

Sun Wukong looked at Jiang Ling with very sympathetic eyes.

emmm.....

Jiang Ling was wondering whether he should tell him that Bulma was actually very kind to him and had condoned his unreasonable requests many times.

For example, in the open-air courtyard, in the time machine, in Tianshen Temple Square...

Forget it, let's not talk about it.

He was afraid that Bulma would hit him.

At this time.

Several more people came from a distance.

Yamu tea, Tianjin rice, dumplings, Kelin...

They all put on martial arts uniforms, and depending on the situation, they also wanted to come to this martial arts conference.

"Good guys, why are you here this time?"

"Didn't I hear that you are coming to join in the fun?"

A gust of wind blows.

Piccolo appeared in front of them wearing the same outfit that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"Hey, Piccolo is here too? Haha, it's so lively."

"Ah! Uncle Piccolo! It's great that you are here too!" Gohan said excitedly.

"Yeah." Piccolo looked at him and nodded.

Just when everyone was about to sign up, a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar aura rose up.

"This is?!"

"What a familiar smell..."

A figure appeared in Jiang Ling's mind, and he couldn't help but sigh. He hadn't seen him for a long time.

He glanced at Big Boomer.

I don't know how she would react when she saw him...

Sun Wukong was confused for a moment, and then he remembered who it was. "Vegita! That guy has disappeared for a long time..."

Piccolo raised his eyebrows slightly, he was still somewhat prepared for Vegeta not to die.

It was to leave him a little vitality in the beginning.

If no one saves him, he will definitely die.

If someone saves him, that guy Vegeta is lucky. Luck is also a kind of strength.

Piccolo thought he had his revenge anyway.