On the morning of West City, the sun penetrated the mist and fell slantingly on the glass of the main building of Capsule Corporation.
Bulma rubbed his sore neck and sat up.
Staying up late continuously and doing high-intensity calculations made her head buzz.
She grabbed two handfuls of messy blue hair, got up from the sleeping cabin, groped with her toes on the ground for a long time, and finally put on a pair of plush slippers.
The black coffee on the table has gone cold.
Bulma picked it up and took a sip. The bitter taste rushed into his stomach, forcing him to suppress the remaining sleepiness.
"Core translation data..."
She rubbed her temples and walked to Underground Laboratory's exclusive elevator in slippers.
There is only one day left before the special training.
She must keep an eye on Vomi and Ailins in person.
The elevator door slides open.
The pungent burnt smell hit my face.
Bulma sneezed, rubbed his nose and walked out of the car.
The next second, she stopped where she was.
The heavy alloy explosion-proof door is wide open.
There are traces of high-temperature fuses on the edge of the door lock.
The expensive compression test bench collapsed in half, and the metal edges were twisted and deformed. It was obvious that it had experienced high-intensity energy impact.
Several high-precision instruments fell to the ground, with their wires hanging down and their outer shells charred black.
There is still a strange aftertaste of energy in the air.
What's even more outrageous is that there are several torn pieces of white coat fabric scattered in front of the console.
Bulma stared at the cloth on the ground for three seconds.
"A burglar?"
As soon as the idea came up, she pushed it back.
Krillin is upstairs.
There should be no such inconceivable thief in the entire universe.
She walked through the mess on the floor and walked around a row of overturned server cabinets.
Vomi is standing in front of the metal wall arranging her hair.
This scientist, who usually buttons his shirt to the top, is now wearing a large black vest.
Her long reddish-brown hair is tied up casually, with a few strands hanging down the side of her neck.
There were a few dazzling red marks on her neck and collarbone.
The cold and alienating feeling of Androids has completely dissipated.
Instead, there is an overly vivid breath of life.
In those blue eyes, there was still a laziness that had not been hidden in time.
Next to the sleeping cabin not far away, Ailins is leaning against the cabin.
The black velvet robe is slightly loose.
Set the half-moon mask aside.
Tear Mark under the right eye has a faint blush.
She was biting her lip, using Magic Power to cover the marks on her collarbone, her eyes drifting to the side, not daring to look at Bulma at all.
Bulma glanced from the collapsed experimental platform to Vomi.
Then scanned from Vomi to Ailins.
Finally it fell back onto the pile of scrapped equipment.
"Wow!"
She slapped her hand on the doorframe.
The empty coffee cup in his hand hit the ground and shattered into pieces.
Vomi shook his shoulders, quickly straightened his black-rimmed glasses, and forcibly raised his academic posture.
"Bulma, are you awake? Regarding the issue of core translation, I have made key progress here."
"Still translating?!"
Bulma put his hands on his hips and pointed at the collapsed experimental bench.
"I wonder why Krillin is so kind and takes the initiative to be a sample."
"You are using my laboratory for this kind of 'biological experiment'?"
Vomi's academic posture cracked on the spot.
She glanced down at the data pad and her ears began to turn red.
Ailins tilted his head, holding on and snorting coldly.
"Don't throw any hat on me."
"I was just involved in the Demon Realm Laws resonance accident. Your earth equipment is under pressure, and I am not entirely responsible."
Bulma laughed in anger.
"Insufficient pressure?"
She pointed to the completely deformed experimental table on the ground.
"This thing can withstand Super Saiyan attack."
"It can't handle the two of you messing around in the basement with Krillin!"
Ailins The corners of his mouth moved.
Didn't refute.
Vomi clutched the data pad and tried to make a final struggle.
"Judging from the results, Purple-Gold Core has absorbed the complete martial arts meridian data. The adaptation rate has increased from the original 27% to 96.4%."
Bulma was stunned.
She subconsciously looked towards the central floating platform.
The Purple-Gold Core was hanging in mid-air, with steady light and smooth beating frequency. It was more than one level stronger than before she left last night.
As a scientist, she almost jumped on the spot to look at the data.
As the head of the palace, she just endured it.
"Results are results."
Bulma gritted his teeth.
"Account to account."
"You two wait here for me!"
She turned around and left, her plush slippers clattering loudly as she headed upstairs.
Master Bedroom zone.
Lazuli and Eighteen are playing games in their pajamas.
When the door was kicked open, the victory settlement popped up on the screen.
They both turned their heads at the same time.
Bulma rushed in, unplugged the game console, and grabbed Lazuli's arm.
"Stop playing!"
"There's something big going on at home!"
Lazuli glanced at the black screen and his tone was cold.
"It better be a big deal."
Eighteen looked down at the handle in his hand.
Click.
The handle is cracked.
Bulma points to the underground direction.
"Those two new women took Krillin into the laboratory while I was sleeping."
"A piece of my equipment was ruined, but the core was adjusted, and the people were eaten up and wiped clean by them!"
Lazuli stood up, his eyes instantly turned cold.
"No wonder the magnetic field was wrong last night."
Eighteen sneered.
"A small stove was opened underground, and it was opened right under our noses."
Purple ripples spread out in the void.
Aki stepped on the Hydrangea flap and walked out from Shenyin Dimension.
She was wearing a holy priest's robe, and her tone was still gentle.
"What happened?"
"Who do you need me to cleanse?"
Bulma waved his hand.
"Top hall."
"Meeting!"
Ten minutes later.
The conference hall on the top floor of the villa.
The huge round table is divided into two sides.
Bulma was sitting in the main seat, with his hands folded across his chest and his face looking very bad.
Lazuli and Eighteen, one on the left and one on the right, stared at the opposite side coldly.
Golden Haired Lanchi and Trunks are placed on the table, with the index finger resting next to the trigger.
Blue Haired Lanchi sat next to her and whispered to her not to break the table.
Aki sat quietly, holding a glowing Hydrangea in his hand.
Opposite.
Vomi and Ailins sit side by side.
Vomi clutched the data pad and looked away.
Ailins held up Demon Realm Vice-King's posture and sat upright, but the red pointed ear completely exposed her guilty conscience.
Bulma rapped his knuckles on the table.
"Tell me about it."
"While I'm sleeping, use scientific research projects to get close to the man of the house."
"He even destroyed 30% of my laboratory."
"How is this matter calculated?"
Vomi pushed up his glasses.
"First of all, the experimental results are real and effective."
"The adaptation rate of Purple-Gold Core has reached the implantable standard and can theoretically be used for the next round of enhancement of Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and Yamcha."
Bulma looked at her coldly.
"Don't use the results to pay for it."
Vomi opened his mouth and finally lowered his head.
"I did cross the line in this matter."
Ailins looked at her immediately.
"Why did you admit it so quickly?"
Vomi whispered, "Because the experimental records cannot be deleted."
Ailins:"..."
Lazuli spoke coldly.
"No wonder Vomi Dr. Briefs didn't look clear when he looked at Krillin during the test yesterday."
"It turns out that the target is not the data, but the sample himself."
Golden Haired Lanchi slapped the table, making the coffee cup jump.
"What nonsense!"
"If you steal something, you have to pay the price!"
She patted and added Trunks.
"I suggest a trial by fire first. Don't worry, I'll only hit the ceiling."
Blue Haired Lanchi Hurry and hold her hand.
"No, Bulma will feel sorry for the maintenance fee."
Aki raised his eyes and looked at Ailins.
The gaze was not heavy, but it made Ailins's body Magic Power move half a beat slower.
"Ailins."
Aki has a gentle voice.
"If you really want to stay, you should make it clear first instead of making yourself so embarrassed."
Ailins's lips moved.
This time, she didn't refute.
Vomi looked at Bulma and his voice became lower.
"I can compensate for the damage to the laboratory."
Bulma sneered.
"What are you going to pay for?"
Vomi said seriously, "I can sort out all the undisclosed underlying codes of Androids from Dr. Gero."
Bulma's eyes moved.
Vomi continues to add.
"Including Energy Reactor compatible interface, biocomputer Personality Protection algorithm, and Purple-Gold Core mass production risk model."
Bulma is silent for two seconds.
"The accounts can be settled slowly."
"But the rules must be set now."
Lazuli leaned back in the chair, his tone even colder.
"First, we can't open a small stove alone behind our backs."
Eighteen continued, "Second, don't destroy public areas."
Golden Haired Lanchi Raise your hand.
"Thirdly, if you dare to sneak around again, I will hit the ceiling and hang my bald head up."
Aki nodded slightly.
"Fourth, any new relationship must be known to family members."
Vomi Cheeks feel hot.
Ailins tilted his head and his voice was hard.
"I haven't said that I want to join a chaotic family like yours."
Eighteen glanced at her.
"Then why are you blushing?"
Ailins's pointed ears are redder.
Just then.
The heavy wooden door of the conference room made a soft sound.
The door was pushed open.
Krillin walked in slowly wearing a black training uniform that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, with bare feet and a toothpick in his mouth.
"Hey, everyone is here."
"What's for breakfast?"
The words just fell.
He found that the atmosphere in the room was not right.
Eight eyes fell on him at the same time.
On one side is the judgment sight of the main palace group.
On the other side were Vomi and Ailins looking for help but feeling guilty.
Krillin stopped.
The toothpick fell from the mouth and fell on the floor.
This 999-dimensional Martial Dao True God's eyes twitched.
He looked at Bulma.
Then he looked at Vomi, who had a downcast face, and Ailins, who was pretending to be cold and arrogant.
Finally, he raised his hand and touched his shiny bald head.
"Then what..."
"Now that I say I was just passing by, do you believe me?"
Bulma smiled.
Krillin laughed so hard that his back went cold.
Lazuli moved his wrist.
Eighteen stood up.
Golden Haired Lanchi Push Trunks onto the table.
Hydrangea in Aki's hand slowly lights up.
Krillin The corner of his mouth froze.
The next second, he decisively raised his hands.
"Okay."
"I'll take the blame."
"I will repair the laboratory, I will continue to be a sample in the core, and I will be judged in the family meeting."
Bulma stared at him.
"What else?"
Krillin looked at Vomi and Ailins.
The two women avoided his gaze at the same time.
He sighed and resignedly sat down in the empty seat in the middle of the round table.
"And."
"Don't come here secretly in the future."
The conference room was quiet for half a second.
Bulma slapped the table.
"Is this the point?!"
Krillin shrank his neck.
The 999-dimensional Martial Dao True God, for the first time, I felt...
Ancient Demon King is not that difficult to fight.