The capital of the west.
This once the most prosperous city on earth, after several destructions and reconstructions, the Western Capital is no longer the same as it used to be.
At the headquarters of the former Wanneng Capsule Company, three hundred meters underground, a series of faint blue arcs flashed out. Bulma wore brown sunglasses and rushed to a workbench for research. The workbench was messy. A picture of the body structure of an artificial human, besides that are some very small parts.
At this time, Bulma was busy facing a gadget, which was something like a heart. She was trying to develop a weapon to restrain the artificial man by constructing a powerful power output device.
A young man was doing arduous training in a training room with a "buzzing" muffled sound further down the ground.
Because of the extreme gravity, a depressing dark red appeared in the small training room, and crystal beads of sweat dripped down the handsome young man's cheeks.
Ho, a soft sound.
As if breaking a certain level, the golden arrogance suddenly hovered around the body, and Sun Wufan's dark hair rose up, immediately emitting a golden luster, and his eyes turned green.
Phew, after a moment of stagnation in this state, the breath suddenly dissipated.
Monkey King smiled bitterly and shook his head, "No, this state is not as good as the state of his father and Vegeta back then. It is impossible to be an opponent of a human being."
Because he missed the best time to practice, and there was no one to guide him after he entered a high-level state, Sun Wufan had to explore all his cultivation only by himself, so his cultivation progress was very slow, and his strength had not improved in the past ten years. Many, barely reaching the strength that Sun Wukong had when he passed away. Of course, this strength is still seriously not enough to deal with artificial humans.
Just as Monkey King was sitting cross-legged on the ground meditating, the door of the training room suddenly opened, and a teenager with light purple hair walked in.
"Big Brother Gohan, have you finished your training?" This young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, with light purple hair like Bulma, is a young Trunks.
"Yeah." Monkey King nodded at him.
"How's it going?" Trunks' eyes suddenly lit up and asked.
Son Gohan sighed and shook his head gently: "It still doesn't work. Although it has reached the level of my father and your father Vegeta, it is still not enough to deal with artificial people."
"Oh." A look of disappointment flashed in the look of Trunks's expectation, and he immediately cheered up and encouraged: "Big Brother Gohan, don't worry, I believe you can do it!"
Monkey King smiled and nodded slightly.
At this time, Trunks lowered his head and said curiously: "By the way, can you tell me something about my father? She never told me when I asked my mother."
"Vegeta?" Gohan picked up a wet towel and wiped his face. "I don't have much contact with Vegeta. Anyway, he is a very personal person with terrible self-esteem."
"Mum said the same." Trunks nodded.
"In fact, I don't know why your mother was with Vegeta. Forget it, it's over after all. We'd better care less about the adult affairs." Sun Gohan suddenly thought of something and said nothing. Go down, then walk out of the training room and pick up a set of martial arts suits to put on.
The style is exactly the same as that of Gui Xianliu's martial arts uniform, and it is also orange-red.
"Yeah." Trunks nodded and followed.
At dinner, Bulma finished his day of research and saw that Sun Wufan was wearing a martial arts uniform with a big "fan" printed on him. She was surprised and said, "It's really surprising. The appearance, and the appearance of eating, are exactly the same as your father Sun Wukong."
While speaking, Bulma's face showed a nostalgic expression.
Time has left traces on her face, coupled with years of hard work, even with the Bulma family's genes that seem to be able to resist the passage of time, they cannot resist the traces of time, and they are no longer youthful.
Hearing this, Sun Wufan pulled the clothes on his body and smiled: "I just wanted to be as strong as my father, so I made this suit specially, but unfortunately I have never been able to do it."
Bulma shook her head and took a sip from his teacup: "Aren't you single-handedly looking for trouble with those artificial people? This is already very rare. Trunks admires you very much!"
Monkey King shook his head with a wry smile, clenched his fists and said, "If it weren't for the cyborg that hadn't killed any killers, I wouldn't be able to live until now!"
"Well, let's eat first!"
"OK."
Afterwards, Sun Wufan and Trunks ate big mouthfuls. The Saiyan's appetite has been amazing, and he looked like a hungry ghost reborn. In a short while, half a pot of rice was eaten.
"Well, it's exactly the same!" Bulma looked at it with interest, and the time of the year could not help but appear in her mind. The girl who used to be is old, and the boy of that year has passed away. In addition to the apocalyptic atmosphere of the earth, the past can only be recalled, and everything has changed!
A few days later.
A violent shock was transmitted from the other side of the distant planet. Even in the dark, ray of light like the dawn could be seen, and another large city was destroyed in the hands of artificial people.
"No. 17, didn't you say that you wouldn't destroy this city? You won't find such a good clothing store in the future." No. 18 frowned, frowning, with a dissatisfied face. Forget about the initiator of all this-his younger brother No. 17.
After meeting on the 17th, he waved his hand indifferently, "Hey, on the 18th, you already have a lot of clothes, these clothes are enough for you."
"Huh!" No.18 snorted coldly, suddenly turned his eyes bright, and said with a smile: "Look, someone is attracted by your movements."
He raised his head and looked in the direction that No. 18 was pointing. Sure enough, he saw two figures, one large and one small, flying towards them. They stayed close. No. 17 suddenly grinned, laughed, and flashed in his eyes. As cold and glorious as a god looking down, the person who came was Sun Wukong's son, Sun Wufan.
This is the defeated man again.
"Haha, isn't this the Monkey King? He actually ran over again. Hey, this time I brought a little guy." Looking at the Monkey King who had already flown to the front, No.17 said with disdain.
For this defeated player, he and No. 18 have always had a playful attitude. In fact, on the whole earth, he is the only one who can bring some fun to No. 17 and No. 18. The others are weak ants, and they have no sense of accomplishment even if they are trampled to death.
"Tsk tusk, this time, let me see how much stronger you have been after a few months..." No.17 said provocatively, making a move and preparing to move.
"Damn it, how many people are you going to kill!" Trunks shouted angrily as he watched the scene of ruined walls everywhere in his vision.
"Trnks, calm down."
Monkey King stopped in front of Trunks, with a pair of dark eyes looking at the robot coldly. Through several fights with the robot, he knew that the horror of the two monsters in front of him was far beyond his imagination. At this time Don't let Trunks take it rashly.
"No. 17, I'm in a bad mood today, you kill them all for me!" No. 18 glanced at them, and suddenly got angry.
"Hey, kill them now, you don't want to play anymore?" asked on the 17th.
In the past, they hadn't killed Monkey King because they were worried that no one could play with them in the future. It seems that the 18th is really in a bad mood. The powerful man-made humans like them have already surpassed the level of the human beings on earth. It can be said that they are the invincible existence of the universe. Keeping these humans is just to find some fun for themselves.
"It's boring, I'm tired of being on the earth. After killing them, we will go to the spacecraft to go to other planets." Number 18 stroked the fluttering hair, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
There is no shortage of spacecraft on the earth that can go to the outside world. Even if it breaks down, just ask those humans to fix it. Don't those humans dare to refuse them? After several years of slaughter, the 18th is completely tired of life on earth, it's too boring!
"That's OK!"
It’s right to think about the 17th. He and the 18th already have such a powerful force, how can they keep their eyes on this small earth? I heard that the scenery in the universe is very beautiful. It's time to go outside! Thinking of this number 17, he laughed, and suddenly looked at Monkey King and the others indifferently, "You have also heard that, today is your death date."
"Tranks, stand back and they will give it to me!"
Monkey King raised his eyebrows, causing Trunks to step back.
"Big Brother Gohan, I can fight too!" Trunks was unwilling to watch and argued.
"Stand back, you are not their opponent!"
"Yes!"
Trunks replied in a low voice unwillingly, and then stepped aside. He also knew that he was really not a human opponent, but he was really unwilling.