Dragon Ball Love, Prince Saiyan is too domineering

Max had disappeared before his eyes.

What the hell are these two guys doing?

She worked so hard to come to the temple, and just left?

Want to spend more time with them!

"If you want to practice, you can use such a large open space in the God Realm at any time." The god turned to the remaining soldiers and said.

"Okay, in these two days, we have to work hard!" Kelin and the others looked at each other and began to warm up.

Even if their strength is small, they will not give up.

Yamcha looked at the bewildered and sullen Bulma, feeling a little bitter in his heart.

It seems that her life is very good, and Vegeta always treats her differently from others.

He was relieved.

Sun Wukong stretched his waist and walked towards the large building in the middle of the temple.

"Ah... I'm starving to death, Bobo, do you have anything to eat?"

"I'll go get ready now." Bobo, who was completely black, hurried inside.

Bulma ran up to him and grabbed his wrist.

"Goku, what's going on here? Vegeta and Trunks are practicing in the temple? Wouldn't that blow up the entire temple?"

"Oh, don't you know about the spiritual time room?" Sun Wukong also looked at her in surprise.

"How could I know!" Bulma had nothing to do with this simple-minded guy.

"It's true, you haven't touched it." Sun Wukong smiled at her a little embarrassedly, "The spiritual time room belongs to the void space, and the scope inside is very wide. It is the gods who connect that room to the entire universe, and gravity is also the earth's. ..."

"What and what? How did you mention the universe?"

"Well... To put it simply, the spiritual time room basically has no boundaries, and the two of them can practice whatever they want in it. One day is equivalent to a year in it. Of course, the food inside will not broken."

Sun Wukong is a natural Saiyan warrior, and it is not easy to explain it like this.

In any case, Vegeta and Trunks have found a place that is very suitable for cultivation.

Bulma finally understood.

I didn't expect the temple to have such a good place.

"However, even Vegeta was injured like this by the full body Cell, is it really okay?" Bulma asked slightly worried.

Up to now, Bulma really can't think of who else on earth can beat Cell.

"Honestly speaking, Shalu, the power is indeed above us. Just by feeling his breath, my body trembles instinctively with fear." Sun Wukong said to her in a rare and serious voice, "However, Saiyan Humans are born to fight, and every time they come back from the brink of death, their strength will be many times stronger than before, and with the cultivation of the spiritual time house, there must be no problem."

Bulma was still a little worried, but she knew that Sun Wukong's character would not lie to comfort others.

when he is not around

Vegeta and Trunks need to stay inside for a day, and when they come out, they will hopefully become the strongest fighters who can defeat Cell.

Bulma didn't want to see Vegeta get injured as badly a second time.

Even though she knew that Vegeta and Trunks were in the spiritual time room, she was still worried and ran over to check from time to time.

"Bulma, everyone is eating, do you want to eat some too?" Yamucha came over and reminded her.

"Is it time to eat already?" Bulma completely forgot the passage of time.

It's pitch black outside, and on the temple, you can get closer to the stars in the sky.

"No...it's late at night now. Everyone has finished their cultivation and is going to eat supper and then rest." Yamucha looked at her helplessly.

Being reminded by him, Bulma did feel a little hungry.

She nodded and walked outside with Yamcha.

Bulma has let go of this former relationship long ago. After all, he has experienced life and death. Even if they break up, it is not the kind of relationship that must never be in touch with each other.

It's just that Yamcha has reached a tacit understanding with her on the surface, but he still can't let her go in his heart.

Or rather, not reconciled.

There is no one place where he can compare to Vegeta.

Speaking of which, Vegeta doesn't work, he only knows how to practice.

But Vegeta is the prince of the Saiyans, and all he did in the past was buying and selling planets. How can those money be enough?And he can control the entire planet by himself, that power can be imagined, and it is beyond Yamcha's reach.

Kelin and the others had already eaten and slept in the temple.

Bulma sat in the corner, full of thoughts, but everything was related to Vegeta and Trunks.

I don't know how the two of them are practicing now.

"Hey, Bulma, haven't you rested yet?" Sun Wukong took a shower, and when he came out, he saw Bulma sitting there in a daze, and greeted him bluntly.

"Are you ready to rest?" Bulma looked up.

"Yeah." Before Sun Wukong left, he confirmed with her again, "Don't worry, Vegeta is a recognized fighting genius."

Bulma didn't answer, just curled up there and hugged herself tightly.

Hope so.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, but it was very shallow.

She woke up when she felt weight on her body.

Bulma rubbed her confused eyes and looked up, the figure in front of her was a bit hazy.

"Vegeta?" When her consciousness was not fully recovered, all she could think about was Vegeta.

"It's me." Yamcha laughed.

"Sorry, I saw the wrong person." After Bulma recovered, she found the blanket that Yamucha had brought for her.

"Honestly speaking, I really envy Vegeta, and I also regret it, if I could have married you earlier..." Yamcha sat down beside her, his thoughts drifting away.

Bulma didn't want to talk about this topic with him, and interrupted him stiffly: "There is no if."

"Also..." Yamcha smiled helplessly. After a pause, he turned to Bulma and said very seriously, "Can I give you a hug?"

Bulma frowned slightly.

At this time, why would he still say such things.

Afraid that she would refuse, Yamcha spoke first again: "Just for a moment, okay?"

smelly

"What are you talking about, Yamcha. At this moment—" Bulma wrapped the blanket tightly around her body, and looked at him with a serious expression.

"In a few days, we are very likely to die in Cell's game. You also know that the only ones who have a chance of winning now are Vegeta and Monkey King. Once they lose, it will be a nightmare for the entire human race. "Yamcha interrupted Bulma eagerly, he didn't want to hear the voice of rejection.

"Vegeta will not lose." Bulma felt a little unhappy.

How could anyone curse her husband for failing in front of her...

"Bulma, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see you again in the future, so just treat it as a hug between friends and give me some encouragement, okay? I am also... a soldier who is going to the battlefield." Yamcha couldn't tell what was going on in his heart Thoughts seem a bit incoherent.

Bulma has never seen Sharu's power, and she can still imagine that Vegeta has successfully cultivated and defeated Sharu after coming out of the spiritual room.But he had seen that mutated green insect-type human race, it was simply a demonic existence.

He didn't care about his own life or death for a long time, but he really wanted...to hug Bulma one more time.

"Yamcha, you..." Bulma didn't know what to say.

From the perspective of her ex-girlfriend, she didn't want to talk about her past relationship at all, but from the perspective of a "comrade in arms" for so many years, his request was not too much.

"Life and death are uncertain. After tonight, I promise I won't mention this kind of thing again. With Vegeta here, I have no chance... I just want to hug you before I die, can't I?" Yamcha looked at Bull with sadness in his eyes.

Bulma hesitated.

It's just a polite hug, it shouldn't be a problem.

Seeing that she didn't refuse clearly, Yamcha's body moved closer to her and opened his hands.

When he was about to touch Bulma, she avoided him.

"Yamcha, are you trying to poach someone?! Go away!" Bulma stood up wrapped in a blanket and growled at him.

What a joke.

She was hesitant, but no rep agreed.

What's more, Yamcha still doesn't understand her character?

Is she the kind of soft girl who is indecisive and wants to refuse?

Get the hell out of here!

Stinky poacher!

He hasn't weighed his position yet!

"Bulma..." Yamcha was stunned for a moment, and after seeing the aggressive Bulma, he smiled wryly after a few seconds.

Sure enough, it has become like this, this is Bulma.

"Cultivate well! Do you know why your strength has been unable to increase? It's because you've been thinking about these messy things in your head!" Bulma began to "educate" him powerfully, "Also, if you continue to do this ! Don't let me see you in the future!"

Yamucha put away the disappointment in his heart, and forced a smile: "I'm joking with you, you are nervous, I won't have a chance to play tricks on you in the future."

"Eh? Are you kidding me?" Bulma breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly realized, "Who are you playing tricks on? Tell me clearly!"

"Ahaha... this... good night!" Yamucha scratched his forehead and left in a hurry.

He couldn't help thinking in his heart, it's a woman who is with Vegeta, it's really scary