Dragon Ball Villain System

Vegeta suddenly trembled deep in his heart, as if he was struck by lightning.

Bulma Bulma's name is very similar to that of his younger brother Tabur, with only one letter difference.

Bulma hugged her knees and sat next to Vegeta. From time to time she picked up a strawberry from the plate and ate it in small bites like a mouse. She looked up at the stars: "The sky here is pitch black, what's there to see?"

The starry sky in the dark world is deep and dim, and when Vegeta looks up, the darkness is reflected in his pupils, making his pupils dim as well. When Bulma looked up at the stars, her pupils were bright, which was in sharp contrast to Vegeta's pupils. The two sat together like a crow and a magpie, one decadent and depressed, the other energetic.

Vegeta put the blanket on his lap and sat up, looking at Bulma expressionlessly.

"What are you doing?" Bulma frowned, Vegeta's cold gaze made her feel uneasy.

"You are so cute." Vegeta said softly, turning his face to look at Bulma's butt: "You are not a Saiyan without a long tail, but you look exactly like a Saiyan."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Bulma nibbled on the strawberry.

Vegeta stared at Bulma silently.

Bulma picked up strawberries one after another, humming an unknown tune while roaring, and ate them with gusto. She kicked the edge of the plate with her foot, and the bright red strawberries on the plate swayed slightly: "Eat it, I treat you."

Vegeta shook his head: "I never eat food given by others."

"Are you mentally ill?" Bulma looked a little amused, stretched out two fingers and pinched Vegeta's ears: "I'm just asking you to eat strawberries, how can I call it charity?"

"Anyway, I won't eat your food." Vegeta lowered his head and carefully folded the blanket on his legs. After folding it neatly, he stood up, held it in both hands and handed it to Bulma with a slight bow: "Thank you for the blanket."

"You are so strange." Bulma sat on the steps and looked at Vegeta with curious eyes: "I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I brought a blanket to cover you. No wonder you don't even want to accept a blanket. So lonely."

"Are you lonely?" Vegeta was silent, his brown tail hanging down around his waist.

"Hey" Bulma noticed Vegeta's tail, and immediately ran behind Vegeta and pinched the tail: "Hahaha, you are so stupid, you actually decorate a fake tail on your butt."

"This tail is real." Vegeta shook his tail slightly.

The tail is very delicate to the touch and feels like silk. Bulma held it with both hands, but the tail never slipped out of her hands. It felt like she was holding a smooth loach.

"It's a real tail" Bulma exclaimed: "Oh my god, you actually have a tail"

"It's weird, isn't it?" Vegeta stretched out his tail in front of him and stroked it with both hands.

"Hmm, you're really weird." Bulma's eyes were bright: "I'm so envious. With such a thick tail, can you use it to write? This way you can copy the text three times at the same time."

"Copy the text, uh, I can't read." Vegeta answered truthfully. He is a genius warrior that the Saiyan nation has only encountered in a century. All his energy is spent on improving his strength. How can he have the time to learn such things?

"How is that possible?" Bulma picked up the plate from the steps, picked up a strawberry and stuffed it into her mouth: "Didn't your parents send you to school?"

"Yeah." Vegeta nodded, his brown tail drooping down and dragging on the steps: "My parents passed away when I was very young, and I was the only one left in the family."

Perhaps because he didn't want to make Bulma sad, Vegeta had a faint smile on his lips when he said this. Just like Bardock and Campbell, when they talk about sad things, they always cover it up with a smile.

"sorry, I do not know"

"It's okay." Vegeta stretched out his right hand and gently stroked Bulma's head. The action was so intimate, standing together like a brother and sister.

The corridor window on the 14th floor of the Inotolu Hotel was open. In the corridor, Kambol put his hands on the window sill, quietly observing Vegeta and Bulma.

Bulma's appearance in front of Vegeta was specially arranged by Kambor. Vegeta's door was blocked, and Cambor opened a window for Vegeta.

Campbell closed the window and turned towards the stairs. Wearing a light blue suit and black leather shoes, he put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked along the stairs with a heavy expression. The staircase is spiral-shaped and decorated with wall lamps on both sides. The dim light illuminates the staircase dimly. This color is similar to gold and can give people the illusion of luxury. But when Campbell walked up, he looked strange. His heavy expression and the dim light made him look like the dead walking on the road to the underworld.

Campbell walked along the stairs to the 19th floor of the hotel, stood in front of a bedroom door, stretched out his right hand and gently turned the door handle.

There is another door behind the bedroom, a metal coded door. This type of code door can only be used by the military and is so thick that even bullets cannot penetrate it. There is a metal disk in the center of the coded door, like a steering wheel on a pirate ship.

From the outside, this bedroom looks no different from an ordinary bedroom. It is hard to imagine that there is a hard metal password door hidden inside. It feels like peeling an egg, only to find a woodpecker lying inside the egg shell.

"Professor Blanc, please open the door." Campbell gently knocked on the password door, making a harsh sound of metal impact. The metal door was dented in the area where he struck, the result of the violent impact.

The footsteps behind the coded door came from far and near, and the sound of mechanical operation came from inside the coded door. The four lock tongues were retracted at the same time, and the metal disc in the center of the password door rotated to the right and opened with a crisp sound. A thick stream of steam rushed towards my face, enveloping me with an unbearable heat wave.

Blanc was wearing a gas mask, and the delivery tube was connected to the mask to deliver oxygen from the oxygen tank on his back to the inside of the mask. He is wearing heavy clothes, thick gloves, and boots. He must have heat-resistant measures when working at a high temperature of 80 degrees Celsius.

This is actually a secret laboratory.

"How is the development of the artificial sun going?" Campbell strode into the steam, not affected by the high temperature at all.

"The experiment was successful. We have developed an artificial sun model. Theoretically, as long as the dosage is increased, we can create a sun that can survive for 100 billion life forms." Blanc replied, his voice sounding like a mask through the mask. It's mechanical.

Water is the source of life, and so is the sun. Living things cannot survive without sunlight. If you want to open up a new world in the dark world, you must have an artificial sun. Only in this way can the plants transplanted from the outside world to the dark world survive. Campbell asked Dr. Breeves and Dr. Blanc to work together to develop an artificial sun. Four days have passed today.

"Thank you for your hard work." Campbell nodded and walked towards the interior of the laboratory.

His line of sight was blocked by thick steam, but Campbell could still see the ball of light suspended inside the laboratory. The diameter is only 0.14mm, which is so dazzling that the temperature in the laboratory rises sharply because of it.

ps: Warm congratulations on the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China