Jing Yang smiled slightly, but started talking about the explosion of Namek, talking about Sun Wukong meeting the Super Saiyan boy from the future after returning to Earth, talking about Dr. Gallo, talking about the 17th, 18th and even the 16th.
When it comes to Cell's first level, second level and complete form, the super-second boy Gohan beats up Cell and loses his own father. Finally, with Vegeta's assist, he kills Lightning Cell with a father-son turtle wave.
...He continued talking about the Buu manga seven years later, and ten years after the end of the manga.
Bulma listened with great interest. Seeing his hesitation, he nudged him with his elbow: "What's wrong? That's all. Is there anything else that can't be said?"
Jing Yang confessed: "More than ten or twenty years after the manga ended, the official sequel Dragon Ball Super was released. Because the production was too stupid, I didn't read it much."
"What's wrong with you?"
"Goku Kong's character design is too silly. Originally in the Buu arc, he seemed to be a master who could take things and let them go. In Dragon Ball Super, his intelligence actually regressed and he turned into a silly and sweet martial arts idiot. What a shame! But what?
, I think it’s due to the official’s limited IQ. Only the author of the serialized comics at that time could create a character like Gokong. Their little brain capacity only knows how to shape it in the direction of a stupid martial arts idiot. The same goes for Vegeta, who is not as good as a good one.
, it’s not like a bad one, it’s too brain-burning! So I simplified it into a tsundere male lead, which can be used to compare with their stupid martial arts idiot, and he seems to be a good family man. Damn it. What the hell is the appetizer prince?
Son? The dog has become his cushion? It is really contrary to Tiangang!"
Bulma laughed happily for a while and joked: "Someone seems to have a lot of resentment."
Jing Yang had a rare opportunity to express his feelings. He felt much more relaxed and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Vegeta is your husband."
"It doesn't matter, he is indeed a bastard." Bulma waved his hand and exhaled a puff of smoke gracefully.
Jing Yang looked at her cheerful look and asked blankly: "The official wants Goukong to be a grandmaster, that is, a grandmaster, and they want him to be a martial arts idiot, a fool, that is, a fool - in Dragon Ball Super, they actually drew: Vegeta
When it comes to kissing, Goukong is confused about what kissing is. Damn it, Goukong is already the father of two sons! The fate and self-awareness of you and others are all written by others, so you just... don't feel anything?"
Bulma took two puffs of cigarette and asked: "Then the comic you are reading, does this section of our current dialogue exist?"
"Of course not!" Jing Yang said flatly.
"Isn't this the end?" Bulma gently patted Jing Yang's cheek, "What exactly is human consciousness and where does it come from? The scientific community has not yet reached an accurate conclusion. I don't even have a time machine.
It’s almost done!”
She shook her head, "Dragon Ball Super you're talking about hasn't happened yet? Maybe Sun Jun has experienced something and his mood has changed a little, or maybe the relationship between your comics and our world has changed. The original author's
Thoughts are closely connected with our world. Each stroke is the direction of destiny. The non-original author can only draw a vague projection of the world. If you are not careful, it will be distorted. The direction of the story of Dragon Ball Super you see may be the original future.
Destiny, but the specific people and events are distorted in this blurred projection, and Sun Jun naturally does not exactly look like Sun Jun himself."
"Anyway, I don't look for trouble."
Bulma stretched and stood up. At the age of 46, she had a calm and calm elegance all over her body.
Jing Yang suddenly remembered that the woman in front of him was a monster who had pieced together a time machine in the tragic and desperate apocalypse. About the future, about fate, about time, about the world... She had probably already studied it over and over again.
A thorough one.
Bulma looked down and said, "What are you laughing at again?"
"I was laughing. Back then, I always thought that you and Goku would be a couple. But then Goukong's son was already 4 years old. Then again, my dear, your 17-year-old son came from the future.
Now, the father of the child is still Vegeta, it’s really depressing.”
"Haha." Bulma smiled openly, "The CP you were optimistic about didn't work out, I'm sorry."
When she was young, she actually had regrets. She didn't expect that Sun Jun would be so mature and steady when he grew up. But she regretted it for a while and didn't take it to heart. She never liked to get into trouble.
After the nonsensical topic was discussed, Bulma didn't take it seriously, but Jing Yang was a little dizzy from the conversation. He walked thoughtfully around the edge of the temple. Only then did Q Xiaofen speak: "Master, what did you say?
What does comics mean?"
"Haven't you seen it?" Jing Yang said casually, ""DB", Dragon Ball, when you get back, you can look for it online yourself, or ask Xiaodi to buy a physical comic book for you."
Yes, Hunter World also has Dragon Ball comics... In other words, except for "Hunter Hunter", most of the comics from Jing Yang's previous life, including One Piece, Naruto, Slam Dunk, Conan... all are exactly the same in Hunter World.
, even "Yu Yu Hakusho" and "Level E" have highly similar variants.
Jing Yang wondered whether there was, or had been, a Hunter comic book in the Dragon Ball world.
He circled around the temple and returned to the starting point. Unexpectedly, Bulma was still standing here.
Looking back, Kame Sennin was exchanging flower-growing experiences with Mr. Bobo in the flower garden. The huge temple was empty. The research vehicle had been turned into a capsule by Bulma and recovered. If he wanted to carry out the next stage of research, he had to wait for Gohan Xiaote to return from the flower garden.
He only needs to come out of the spiritual time room and feed back the data. In other words, Bulma has nothing to do at the moment and is really bored.
"Want to see how Piccolo is fighting?" Jing Yang asked.
"Can you see it?" Bulma was surprised.
"I can't help it, but someone can." Jing Yang smiled and pointed downwards, "The Immortal of Jialin Pagoda, I remember it has a water tank and can see what's happening in the lower world."
So Bulma put her arms around Jing Yang's neck and hung her whole body on Jing Yang. Jing Yang took her forward and took a step forward. The two of them immediately fell freely from the edge of the temple.
Whoosh whoosh, the sound of the wind whistling around the two people quickly became weaker as they fell, as if they were flying away quickly. All the wind blended with the wind-attributed thoughts around Jing Yang, and the power of wind resistance was used by him.
In this strong wind, Jing Yang is no different from being able to fly freely...
After finding the spot on the roof of the Jialin Pagoda Hall, Jing Yang held Bulma in his arms and rolled up a ball of wind, circled around, and got into the pagoda hall. The white cat Jialin Immortal was licking his paws when he saw them suddenly come in.
He was not surprised, as if he knew why they came, he pointed with the wooden stick: "Follow me."
So the two followed the white cat to the first floor below the tower hall, which was like a warehouse for storing items. They found a water tank inside. The white cat opened the lid, and the clear water in the tank was swaying.
"Think carefully about the person you want to see, and stare at the water." White Cat instructed.
Jing Yang and Bulma looked at the water, and as expected, the scene of the lower world gradually appeared on the empty water, and the figure of Piccolo slowly appeared...or, in other words, half of Piccolo.
On the street of an unknown city, the lower half of Piccolo's body was still standing on the ground. It was smoothly cut off from the waist and abdomen. The upper half of the body was lying ten meters behind, with purple blood constantly flowing out from the cut section.
