Dragon Ball Master Wu Tian

I saw that from the perspective of the Northern Kai King, Wu Tian seemed to have become a ghost in the galaxy.

He appeared on one planet after another, traversing the entire planet with a rhythm full of charm. Every step affected the overall vitality of the planet, like the most skilled virtuoso plucking the strings, buzz, buzz, one after another. Shallow fluctuations radiated in the dark universe as he moved.

The King of the North Realm was secretly shocked: "If I hadn't studied the "Vital Energy Bullet" in particular, I probably wouldn't have been able to see the weirdness of his current state... Has this moment finally come, Wu Tian, ​​you are finally going to become a god? Is it..."

Thinking of Wu Tian three hundred years ago, he felt sad.

Buzz~

Wu Tian's figure appeared in the dark space. In all directions around him, there were bright stars, magnificent planets, passing meteor showers, and bright nebulae in the distance... He walked freely, as if walking on flat ground.

Destruction star.

Weiss took a sip of the strangely colored drink and looked at Wu Tian in the crystal ball at the top of the staff out of the corner of his eye. He showed a look of interest and said softly: "Are we going to start? Haha... Cavishier, this Are you going to send him there again? Yes, after all, he is someone who can awaken the "higher divinity" in this "silent" universe..."

Glancing at the sleeping God of Destruction Beerus behind him, he shook the goblet in his hand and sighed: "Beerus..."

Beerus rolled over, scratched his butt, and muttered.

*******

"It's too much, it's too much!"

As soon as Klin returned to Earth, he looked at Bulma with a sullen face and said unhappily: "Isn't it just that I haven't seen Goku for two months? As for getting tired of being on Earth for half a month before going to the planet Adrat to pick us up. Are you coming back? Huh?"

Bulma curled his lips and asked Sun Wukong sideways, "Did I hold you back to prevent you from picking them up?"

Tianjin Fan, Dumplings, and Klin looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong scratched his head, "Isn't it?"

Bulma was so angry that she kicked him.

Krillin laughed and said: "Bulma, if you want Wukong to tell lies, that will be difficult!"

Bulma gritted his teeth and said, "I'm so angry! I'll sleep on the sofa today!"

"Really?" Sun Wukong said happily, "Great, now I can practice with Wu Xian!"

"Hahahaha!" Klin almost burst into tears. He covered his stomach with one hand and pointed at Bulma with the other. "What do you mean, you're shooting yourself in the foot! Haha!"

Bulma rolled her eyes in anger.

Piccolo looked at the present situation coldly and finally said: "It's a boring family drama... you can play, I'm leaving!"

boom!

His whole body spurted out white light, exploded on the spot, and rushed towards the sky.

"Then...Wukong, Bulma, and Klin, let's go first." Tianjin rice and dumplings also flew into the sky, gradually going away, and disappeared at the end of the white clouds.

Klin looked at the horizon, turned to look at No. 18, and asked, "What about you, No. 18?"

Bulma said: "What about you? Of course No. 18 will live in our house. Our family is big anyway -" She turned her head, "Of course, if you want to live in my parents' house like No. 17, you can." La."

After being silent, No. 18 asked: "Where is Hathaway?"

Bulma thought for a while and said: "It should be on the island. After all, Grandpa Wu Tian is not here, and Grandma Hathaway probably has no intention of hanging out..." She smiled, "Although they are very old, but The level of love is no worse than that between me and my Wukong~"

Krillin looked at her suspiciously.

Bulma raised his eyebrows in a "huh?" way, his eyes flashing fiercely, and Clinton shrank his head.

No. 18 murmured: "Really..."

Immediately afterwards, she lifted her feet off the ground, soared into the sky, determined her direction, and turned into white light and left.

Sun Wukong watched No. 18 go away and said, "It's time to go to Wuxian Island...she has a very good relationship with Sister Hathaway."

Bulma nodded.

Klin said thoughtfully: "However, No. 18 seems to have become very strange since he learned some magic from the Holy Mage..."

Sun Wukong asked: "Where are you, Klin? Will you stay and train Wuxian with me?"

Klin thought for a while, but there was nothing wrong anyway, so he agreed, "Okay, I'm also very curious about your son's talent. I wonder if he can match the perversion of your son when he was a child!"

Sun Wukong chuckled and said, "It must be much better than me."

Klin thought about it for a while and suddenly smiled: "It just so happens that next year is the day of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association and the Martial Arts Tournament. Wu Xian should be able to catch up..."

"Haha, maybe I can win the championship of the martial arts club!" Sun Wukong smiled, looked at his wife, and asked as if asking for instructions: "Then... Bulma, me?"

Bulma waved his hand and said angrily: "Go, go, go! It makes you angry just looking at it!"

The two brothers slipped away hehehehei.

*******

One year later.

Xidu, Sun Wukong and Bulma's family.

In the practice room.

Chi——

The door opened.

Colin walked in wearing a white towel and carrying three bottles of drinks in his hand. His skin was rosy and there were drops of water on his bald head. He had obviously just taken a shower. As soon as he came in, Klin saw the blond Sun Wukong sitting cross-legged and watching the little boy not far from him.

"Ahhhhh..." The little boy clenched his fists and growled childishly.

"Still practicing? Wukong, you said the secret to Super Saiyan is anger, but as for Wuxian..." Klin smiled, "This kid doesn't have any anger, does he?" He said, handing a bottle of drink to him Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong took it, put it on the ground next to him, nodded and said: "Yes, if it wasn't for Kakarot, maybe I wouldn't have been able to break through to Super Saiyan so easily." He frowned, "As for Wuxian, It’s really not that easy, this kid is too innocent.”

Klin took a sip of the drink and joked: "Innocence makes you more impulsive. If you lie to him, maybe he will become angry?"

Sun Wukong seemed to be a little moved.

Klin coughed and said quickly: "Hey! Hey! What are you thinking about? Do you want Bulma to peel off your skin? Wukong," the little bald head advised earnestly: "Although practicing is a good thing, you can't take advantage of children. I'm kidding, if I were Gokusen, I would rather rely on my parents for protection my whole life, rather than be deceived by my father just to become a Super Saiyan, right?"

"Is this so?" Sun Wukong murmured, "Okay, I understand..."

Klin secretly felt ashamed. Wukong, who is naturally stupid, if it was really because of him that he put on a show to stimulate Wuxian, Bulma would not be able to spare him.

Over there, Sun Wuxian desperately followed his father's prompts and tried his best to imagine the emotion called anger.

White arrogance flames lingered around his body.

"Oh!"

Sun Wuxian suddenly lost his temper and fell to the ground tiredly, panting rapidly and wiping sweat from his little hands.

"Huh?" Sun Wukong suddenly stood up.

"What's wrong?" Klin asked while sipping his drink.

Sun Wukong frowned and said: "It's the breath of Super Saiyan..."

Klin looked happy, "Okay, Wu Xian, actually..."

"It's not Wuxian!" Sun Wukong looked in one direction, suddenly understood, and smiled: "It turns out to be him! Has he finally become a Super Saiyan..."

Klin was stunned, frowned, and guessed it, sighing: "Trunks is looking for you to practice while helping him. With his character and position, he can successfully become a Super Saiyan, and also... It’s really not surprising!”

*******

Coastal cities.

The blond Lan Qi looked at Vegeta, who was erupting with golden flames not far away, with an expression of obsession, and murmured: "He is indeed the man I am looking at..."

Vegeta's green eyes were full of excitement and satisfaction. He clenched his fist and read a book www.uukanshu. net whispered: "Is this the power of a Super Saiyan... It's so powerful, no wonder he can defeat Frieza! Finally, my Saiyan Prince Vegeta has also become a Super Saiyan! Super Saiyan!" !Ha ha ha ha!"

Peng!

He exploded with force, stirring up a violent whirlwind.

Lan Qi was stunned for a moment and was almost blown away by the strong wind, but a figure appeared in front of her and blocked the strong wind.

"How could you do this..." Trunks looked at Vegeta not far away with dissatisfaction and whispered through gritted teeth.

"Damn it! Damn it Vegeta! You want to kill me!!" Lan Qi was no longer so good-tempered. She gritted her teeth and roared at Vegeta, shaking her fists as if she wanted to rush over and beat him up.

Trunks was startled and quickly grabbed her, "No, no, no!"

After a while, Vegeta flew over, exhaled, and his blond hair turned black, canceling the Super Saiyan state. He glanced at Trunks and found that Trunks was still in the Super Saiyan state. His eyes flashed and he asked: "Are you also following Sun Wukong's tricks?"

Trunks was startled, but soon understood, and nodded: "That's right. Mr. Goku's concept of Super Saiyan Perfection is excellent, and I need to make continuous progress." After a pause, he said coldly: " Unlike you, I still have a miserable world waiting for me to go back and save it."

Vegeta snorted.

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Lan Qi hurriedly said: "You guys should stop saying a few words and go back to eat." Thinking of something, she said: "It just so happened that the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association and the Martial Arts Conference were held recently. It’s about to start again, why don’t you go and take part, Trunks?”

"The best martial arts club in the world?" Trunks' heart moved.

"Martial Arts Tournament?" Vegeta also darkened his face.

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