"What should I say......" Bulma thought back for a moment, then picked up the conversation again, "The Garin Immortal originally wanted to take Trunks away, but was stopped by the old turtle. ”

Without waiting for Leping to question, Bulma immediately said, "Because you can't leave me alone in this city that is already unsafe." But if I were to take it away, the lab would be completely unguarded. Old Turtle believes that if it is confirmed that the half-breed Saiyans cannot be transformed, or that their strength is insufficient after transformation, then no matter how much they increase the number of mixed-race Saiyans, it will not help, especially when the Saiyan bloodline is bound to become thinner and thinner. ”

“......”

"If you want to deal with a certain weapon, without knowing the weakness of this weapon, the general way to deal with it is that our side also has the same weapon. In other words, the surest way to deal with androids is that we also have androids. Dr. Groh is dead, and even if he were alive, he probably wouldn't help us develop a new android, and even if he did, we wouldn't dare ......."

"So the work of developing new androids is up to you, and if you want to develop new androids, you need this laboratory?" Leping added, "It's a very simple and straightforward idea. ”

"Why, what's wrong with this idea?" Bulma smacked Leping's last comment, a little confused.

Leping originally wanted to talk about the instructions of the king of the realm, but after thinking about it, he still forgot it, and he couldn't make her trouble.

So he turned to say, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Bulma nodded and said lightly: "It's okay, I'm used to it." ”

"I said I was used to it, but in fact, my mother still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when she saw those organs soaked in formalin solution until now. That's when Trunks came up with a meal, "It's so much better now, I used to see my mom throwing up in the lab when I was a kid." ”

Leping then remembered that it seemed that engaging in this job was really not ordinary "hardship" for Bulma.

It seems that this hard work is really unusual, because Bulma complained: "Trunks, don't mention these things when you eat, it's very unappetizing." ”

is not only complaining, after that, she can't even pick up chopsticks, and this meal is also silent - although the Bulma family is the richest man in the world, it doesn't seem to pay attention to food and sleep, so when Leping ate at Bulma's house before, he never said a word.

Even at lunchtime, everyone still has questions and answers - although the topics are all about production and life, not as relaxed as "before".

"How...... Why don't you speak?" Leping really couldn't stand the atmosphere.

Bulma glanced at him, "What do you want to say?"

Leping: "......"

"Mr. Leping, we are used to this. Trunks explained, "There's really nothing to say—when I was younger, my mom and Gohan-sensei would tell me what the world was like before, but every time it came to the end, I couldn't eat that meal." ”

“......”

"Speaking of which...... Trunks, have you seen it all this time, what the past era looked like?" Just when Leping felt that this dinner could only be eaten so "dry", he didn't expect Bulma to provoke the topic.

"Well, Mom didn't lie to me, the city used to be so beautiful and prosperous. Trunks' chopsticks paused slightly—in Saiyan blood, this kid didn't eat much. Leping estimated that the reason why this kid practiced good cooking skills was probably because the amount of food was too large and Bulma couldn't serve him. You know, at that time, Gohan also lived here.

"Actually......"

Trunks seemed to want to say something, but after saying two words, he seemed a little embarrassed to continue.

"Is there anything you're embarrassed to say to your mother?" said Bulma.

"Mom, I was thinking when I was over there, even if we could defeat the androids here, the world here wouldn't be the way it was. Now that we have a time machine, we might as well bring everyone over there, where the living conditions are much better. ”

Leping's heart moved slightly: Trunks' words......

Bulma fell silent, and Trunks looked at her mother nervously, forgetting to eat for a moment.

It took a while for Bulma to notice that the room was quiet—even though the TV was still playing—and she said slowly, "...... Let's not talk about this for now, Trunks, you eat first, and then talk about it after eating. ”

"Oh......," Trunks agreed, and buried his head—his head was low, so the meal ate slowly at once. And...... Leping had a feeling that this kid's head wouldn't be able to lift up for a while.

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Trunks now regrets dying.

My face is hot, my heart is beating faster, and the food is mechanically chewed in my mouth, but I don't feel like there's any taste. I feel like a criminal who has done something wrong, has lost the lawsuit, and is waiting for the judge's final verdict.

When I was nervous, I saw a pair of chopsticks, holding two pieces of meat, and put them in my bowl. Trunks was stunned for a moment, his buried head finally raised, and then he saw Leping's smile.

"You don't need to be ashamed," Leping said gently, "because except for a very small number of people, it's normal for anyone in your position to have such thoughts. ”

"Mr. Leping......"

Leping nodded and began to tell Trunks about the past: "You know, I have a junior brother named Xiaolin. ”

"Well," Trunks nodded, "I know, Mom did." ”

"I'm talking about something your mother doesn't know," Leping said, turning his head to look at Bulma, the girl (50 years old.) But it's still the same thing, her face is tender, no matter how you look at her, she is also "this girl") looked at herself quietly, and there was no blame or disappointment on her face. Seemingly, I was very interested in what I was going to say.

"Kobayashi, he learned art in Dorin Temple since he was a child. said that he was learning art, but in fact, he had always been just doing odd jobs and being bullied by his brothers and sisters. He couldn't stand the bullying, so he threw himself into the disciple of Teacher Wu Tian. After eight months of practice, I went to participate in the Tianyi Martial Arts Association. ”

"In the preliminaries, Xiao Lin met his two senior brothers, do you know, what did Xiao Lin say at the time?"

"How?" Trunks didn't speak, and Bulma asked.

He said......" Leping imitated Xiao Lin's appearance at that time, hanging his head and looking depressed, "That guy is amazing, I'm done." ”

“......”