Tea, light and fragrant.

Bright and spacious living room, hanging crystal chandeliers, magnificent. is worthy of being the chief scientist and CEO of the capsule company, although at that time in the future, they are not opposed to Yamucha and Bulma dating, but later the image of their prodigal son is still deeply rooted in their minds.

Luckily, everything can be done all over again.

"It turns out that my future husband is an alien prince!"

Bulma and excited. Hurriedly asked:

"Handsome or not, no, my lovely daughter, she must be super handsome!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly took out a few issues of Fashion Illustrated, pointed to a circle of handsome models, and asked Bra one by one. Bra looked embarrassed and looked at his mother, who was only two years older than him, and really responded to Vegeta's words.

Earthlings are hopelessly stupid.

Regarding this confession, of course, how can Yamucha be a person who is greedy for women! Morality is in front, when has Yamucha ever flinched! Yamucha slapped her face wildly, tears of remorse flowed in her heart, and she warmed the quilt!

The second elder is busy in the kitchen, completely like preparing for a family party. Only an enlightened family like theirs would believe in the nonsense of traveling through time and space.

However, it is also true.

I always feel that there is a yin energy staring at me. Yamucha lowered her head and swayed her tail from side to side. Under the stool, a pair of big black eyes looked at him vigilantly.

At the table, Bulma was still babbling about Vegeta. It's annoying.

Yamucha picked up Wukong and lifted it high. Excitedly said:

"This is the hero who will save the world countless times in the future! Invincible Super Saiyan Son Goku! ”

Autumn wind and falling leaves, some... Cold.

"Oh."

"Hmm."

The two girls were not interested at all, and were even more excited to continue to talk about the mountains. I have to admire Bulma's social skills, and the two found a common topic in a few clicks. It's not surprising that it was originally a mother and daughter, and those clothes, bags, hairpins, and dolls are the eternal focus of women.

The little hand pulled his face, needless to say, it must be a bear child, little Wukong. looked coldly, and the kid looked excited.

"Perverted! You say I'm going to be a superhero in the future, is it true?! ”

"Ahh

What's going on, I don't even think it's interesting. Once entangled by this family, there is always trouble, sometimes I really feel that there are no Saiyans in the world, and without this kid, earthlings will not visit the underworld frequently.

It is estimated that the old man of Hades also thinks so.

"How strong I am after that!"

Sure enough, the chase was relentless. About your story, someone in another world has been painting for 20 years, what do you tell me.

"One punch can destroy the earth..."

"Wow... What about you! Isn't it okay too? Teach me, I think you're very strong. ”

It's really a pot that can't be opened!

"Alas, I am the most inconspicuous scrap under your aura. Go to the King of the Realm, and he will guide you carefully. ”

Speaking of the future, Yamucha fell into a thick egg wound, thinking that the woman she loved later became someone else's wife, and she couldn't even get into the trick, which was really a tragedy. He sighed and couldn't help but feel depressed.

"Teach me."

Like a ghost, Goku crept up on his shoulders and grinned as he blew the wind in his ears.

"Get out!"

It must be resolutely refused. Teaching martial arts is the specialty of Tianjin rice, and for my Yamu tea, I really don't have that kind of leisure. Besides, there is definitely no mood right now. My warm bed!

"Hey, pervert, I'll give you a favor fee."

Goku clings tighter.

"My name is Ya... First of all, I'm not a pervert! Second, I don't want a benefit fee! Third, get out of here! ”

Yamucha subconsciously looked at Bulma, and now she always feels embarrassed to mention her name, what if there is another self in this world? To teach, I only teach myself, and I must spur the dissolute boy hard!

"Bulma's ** is blue today, and she always wears a dress when she sleeps, I know what time she usually takes a shower on time, if you want to see..."

Ah, that's the benefit fee. After all, Yamucha wandered the flowers, imagining this beauty, and the smooth carcass couldn't help but appear in front of him.

"Ahh Haha..."

Little Wukong smiled and decisively judged that this person was the same type as the turtle immortal he encountered.

"Uncle Pervert, why are you bleeding again?"

Bra looked worriedly. I took the clean cloth on the table and wiped it clean for Yamucha. Bulma looked at her with disdain, and said coldly:

"Bula, what is he doing in the future?"

……

"I knew my mother and he seemed to have a good relationship. The last time, just after taking a shower, I drilled into his bed, which made my father very angry. ”

vomiting blood, just plugging the nostrils, volcanic eruption. Bulma's face was 10,000 degrees hot, and she covered her face as if she only heard the sound of birds. With a trembling hand, he pointed to Yamucha, doubting that life was like a girl's spring and asked again:

"No... No, I love the Prince. How could it be, how could I have degenerated into such a woman, I have always been very single-minded..."

The air was so quiet.

"Bula, Mom will show you the collected Dragon Balls."

With that, the two went upstairs. At the same time, Wukong kept pounding on Yamucha, holding the empty armbands, looking at it, and asked:

"Pervert, why are you missing a hand?"

"It's okay, it can be restored with Dragon Balls."

Yamucha left the table and looked in the mirror, feeling even worse. As Bulma said, it seems that there is no chic youth at all.

No, how could Bulma be Vegeta's? Yamucha doesn't believe it, if you don't do something, then you're really sorry for yourself, if there is still Yamucha in this world, it will be even more shameless.

"Yamucha, if you had worked harder, it would have been great."

That's right! It was an absolute mistake for Bulma to marry Vegeta! Absolutely, absolutely! What I missed at the beginning, I can't have any regrets today! Yamucha, it's a gentleman, just chase Bulma back!

It's done! Turning around, Little Wukong disappeared in an instant.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong!"

With a rattle, Bulma hurried downstairs and knocked on the door. A golden light blinded her eyes, worship, no, that's infatuation!

"Hello, Girl, do you have a date?"

The young and handsome Yamucha outside the door, with suits and leather shoes, jelly water, and a dull hair fluttering chicly, I think it was really graceful back then, the spring breeze is proud, and a pair of tiger teeth are more domineering. This is the taste of youth! The eyes are lit up, and the handsome guy who has swept thousands of girls, Yamucha! Participate!

I saw that Yamu Tea was holding roses in his mouth, a wall knock, strong and confident. Bulma's face turned crimson on the ground, obediently like a tame little sheep, and the strong heartbeat of the two could be felt from afar!

Well, this is Yamu tea!

Turning around, a breath of air was expanding. With a swipe on the floor, Bula spiked to Bulma's side. The general trend is not good! Run, Yamucha! I was very anxious, but the ending had already been expected.

"Bang!"

The whole person is estimated to have flown to the moon, and the two front teeth clanged and fell to the ground.

"Hey, Bula, how can you be so rude..."

MD, Yamucha deeply regrets. It's just that with a thick gloomy aura and black eyes, Saiyans are really my natural enemies!

"You're so strong! Little Bula! Stronger than perverts! ”

Little Wukong jumped over, took Bra by the hand, and exclaimed.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong."

The doorbell rang again. Bulma also felt that this was not good for Yamucha, and she couldn't suppress the youthful turmoil in her heart, so she quickly opened the door.

However, suddenly his face changed drastically, his whole body trembled, and Bula's body began to emit strong qi again.

"Stop, Bra!"

Yamucha's voice, far away in the sky, shouted to stop Bra.

A tall black shadow, no breath. At the door turned out to be a very burly man with a height of 3.5 meters, short and black hair, the top of his head and cheeks as big as a bucket were crossed scars, dressed in a black uniform, and there were no muscles. At a glance, you know that it is not a good stubble!

From that indifferent look, Bra clenched his fists, and it seemed that the fight was inevitable.