White lab coat and black-rimmed glasses. As soon as the hip-hop of the past is collected, Bulma is now concentrating, pointing the tip of the pen on the blackboard design drawing, thinking and contemplating.

"Dr. Brive, please explain what the reason is."

Twitching his eyes, Dr. Brive dragged his chin and fell into the mire of thought once again. On the experimental table, Yamucha's broken chest is sustained by nutrient solution and power supply. At the moment when he was carried home by Bulma, the capsule company did everything in its power to analyze and deconstruct the technology.

It was the fifth day of coma.

The king of the realm, the king of the north, sat slumped in his chair, his face full of sorrow. Emotions are contagious, and the orangutan Bablos never leaves the side of the Realm King for a moment. Distant Namek, the soldiers captured an older Elder Namek, and got on the spaceship on the way home.

"Alas!"

He let out a long sigh.

In the mind of the King of the Northern Realm, he did not dare to envision the scene after Frieza captured the Dragon Ball. As long as the growth and development of living beings does not violate the rules, God does not have the power to live and die.

However, Dragon Ball will obviously threaten the safety of the entire world. At this moment, Yamucha has already fallen, and whether it can stand up is unknown to the King of the Northern Realm. Well, there is only one way to go.

Let the King of the Great Realm come forward!

However, without any roots, this Frieza did not destroy the original order of the universe. With a single word, what would the King of the Great Realm think?

What a dilemma!

In the android plan research team, Dr. Brive lowered his head, lingered, and couldn't help but shout while picking his head:

"Gro is really a rare genius in the world!"

With a cold look, Bulma worked tirelessly, sleepless for four nights, red and swollen eyes, heavy dark circles, and extremely haggard. From time to time, looking towards Yamucha, there was another force pouring into his heart to support his tired body.

Now it's my turn to save you!

The body can support up to 7 days, which is the result of the analysis of human life detection, and there will be no mistake. Wiping away the sweat, the focus of the moment is to find a new energy melt heart!

Actually, it's not difficult, can't an ordinary heart fit in? However, there are many puzzling things. The blood type is correct, and the rejection type is qualified, but if you put it in, the heart will immediately either die or burst, and it seems that there is an inexplicable virus in this Yamucha body. Time did not allow, so Bulma had no choice but to turn to the development of mechanical hearts, but there were also thorns and problems along the way.

Is it the problem that the body adapts to the original melt heart? Or is it some other unknown reason?

Question after question, impetuous heart. Muddy, blurry light, Bulma felt like the heavens and the earth were spinning.

"Bulma!"

It was the father's blurred face.

"I can still hold on, I can still ..."

Wake up the day in your own room at home. With a cloak and pajamas under the quilt, Bulma didn't care about anything else, and rushed out of the room barefoot. At that moment, as if in a dream, she couldn't believe it, could it be a dream? Or the distant future?

Tall man, white tracksuit, with an apron around his neck. With breakfast, Scar's face is warm and smiling, and the little dimples are like the winter sun, melting away the snow.

Step by step, hand ** his face, realism. Can't help but throw in his hug.

"Ah, so loving early in the morning! It's enviable! ”

Mrs. Brive, graceful. Blushing, Bulma tugged at his cuffs with her small hands, worried that it was still a dream, fleeting. When I turned my head, I found my father, mother, and two people I didn't know sitting on the table. An extremely ordinary-looking uncle, and a girl with glasses, with a hat that reads:

“ARALE”

With hearty laughter, Brive stood up and introduced:

"This is Dr. Zemaki Senbei, a master in the robot world, and he is the one who saved my son-in-law! And this..."

Without waiting for Brive to speak, the little one jumped up and volunteered:

"Ouch. My name is Aralei! Today I have gifts for Brother Yamucha and Sister Bulma! ”

After speaking, squatting down, chopsticks towards the innermost part of the sofa, one by one. Zejuan Qianbei seemed to understand something, and hurriedly rushed over, shouting:

"Stop!"

With a smile, on the chopsticks, there is a stool that is rolled in a circle and exudes an attractive fragrance. Aralei happily said:

"Oh la-la! Hurry up and take the gift! I managed to find it yesterday! ”

……

The sound of the cutlery falling to the ground, a pity for the hearty breakfast. With an embarrassed face, Juan Qianbei hugged Alalei, very sorry.

In the laboratory, Yamou tea tests the body. Bulma looked at the intact Yamucha's chest and asked in wonder:

"Aren't all machines rejected?"

Then Juan Qianbei's eyes lit up and he smiled:

"My skills are rare in the world! Don't underestimate my improvement, this Yamu tea should be stronger! Accurately called man-made Yamu tea! ”

Pouting, Bulma still didn't believe that this sloppy uncle was even more powerful than himself and his father. However, each industry has its own specialization, and Yamucha is safe and sound. Next, it's time to find out the secrets of him...

"Yamucha!"

Suddenly opened his eyes, startled everyone, and thought something unusual had happened.

Dinner, the day Bulma was blissful. Goose feathers and heavy snow, sprinkled with foreign water, weak human beings, snuggled up to keep warm, and then the home has the appearance of home. The eyes of love reveal the sunset flush all the time. In the living room, the boring TV, the two sat next to each other, relatively speechless, and their hearts were pounding. Again and again, Bulma wanted to speak, but he was reluctant to spoil the atmosphere.

It's a long river, he himself will say, I can wait.

"Knock knock!"

A knock on the door, a brisk footstep. Bulma smiled and opened the door.

Outside, Bulma stared blankly at the visitors and was speechless for a long time. Yamucha walked out, very surprised.

It's Zhizhi.

"Hehe, what's wrong? Zhizhi? ”

An embarrassed smile, Zhizhi's cold eyes, staring at the man behind her. can't stop it, anger has made Zhizhi lose her mind.

"Smack!"

A slap in the face. Yamucha knows that this is all inevitable. A line of tears, flashing eyes, full of grievances and incomprehension. Grabbing Yamucha's collar, Zhizhi asked Bulma the question he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask:

"What the hell is going on! Since you want to kill Wukong, why did you save him and save us?! Are you showing off your strength? ”

It seems that the so-called happiness must be 108,000 miles away from Yamucha. With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Yamucha lifted Zhizhi's chin, shook his fingers, his face became dark and unreal, and said:

"Because, I can't get used to him anymore. Now, admiring your frightened eyes is my greatest pleasure. Ha ha! ”

Pushing Yamucha's hand away, Zhizhi turned to leave. Before heading out, he glanced at Bulma.

"You're pathetic."

Is it really just for the sake of a momentary pleasure and looking for a feeling of superiority? In the clear eyes, why was that Yamucha so sad. Perhaps, if you ask him again, it will be the same answer, Bulma pressed his chest, so light that he couldn't hear the voice:

"You're lying, Yamucha."

Time turns, and it's a new day. At eight o'clock in the morning, the two doctors sat in the living room and drank tea. Bulma brought a hearty breakfast, and Mrs. Brive put down the Fashion Pictorial and muttered:

"Bulma, why hasn't your boyfriend gotten up today? Go and see, now you have to learn to control men! ”

With a blushing face, Bulma went upstairs, walked to the door of Yamucha's room, and knocked politely. One minute, two minutes... Bulma had a hunch that something was wrong and pushed the door open. Neat furnishings, spotlessly cleaned, but there was no trace of him. This Yamucha is really different from before, but it's obviously him again!

Without thinking too much, he rushed downstairs, and Bulma shouted:

"Yamucha, it's gone!"

Under the bed, a peach-colored envelope, a long letter. Telling everything Bulma wants to know, the times have changed, and it has become not only time and space, but also herself.

There is no return date.