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Chapter 344 Dragon Ball Extra 10

Jing Yang smiled slightly, but started from the explosion of Namek, and talked about how Sun Wukong met a Super Saiyan boy from the future after returning to Earth, and talked about Professor Gero, No. 17, No. 18 and even No. 16, and talked about Cell's first, second and perfect form, and talked about how the Super Saiyan boy Gohan beat Cell and lost to his own father, and finally with the assistance of Vegeta, the father and son Kamehameha blasted Lightning Cell to pieces... He talked all the way to the Buu arc comics seven years later, and the end of the entire comics ten years later.

Bulma listened with great interest. Seeing his hesitation, she nudged him with her elbow: "What's the matter? We've come to this point. Is there anything else you can't say?"

Jing Yang confessed: "More than 10 or 20 years after the comics were finished, the official sequel Dragon Ball Super was released. Because it was so stupid, I didn't watch it much."

"What's stupid?"

"The character design of Goku is too stupid. In the Buu arc, he was a master who could take things easy. But in Dragon Ball Super, his intelligence regressed and he became a silly and innocent martial arts fanatic. It's really annoying! However, I think the official IQ is limited. Only the author of the comics back then could create a character like Goku well. Their limited brain capacity only knows how to create him in the direction of a stupid martial arts fanatic. The same goes for Vegeta. He doesn't look good, nor does he look bad. It's too brain-burning! So he was simplified to a tsundere male second, which can be used to compare with their silly martial arts fanatic, making him look like a good family man. Fuck him. What the hell is Prince Appetizer? Goku became his cushion? It's really the opposite of Tiangang!"

Bulma laughed happily for a while and joked, "Someone seems to be quite resentful."

Jing Yang had a rare opportunity to express himself, and he felt much better. He smiled and said, "Sorry, Vegeta is your husband."

"It doesn't matter, he is indeed a bastard." Bulma waved her hand and exhaled a puff of smoke elegantly.

Seeing her cheerful look, Jing Yang asked blankly, "The authorities want Goku to be a master, so he is a master. They want him to be a martial arts fanatic, so he is a fool. In Dragon Ball Super, it was actually drawn that Vegeta mentioned kissing, but Goku was confused about what kissing was. Damn, Goku is the father of two sons! The fate of oneself and others, self-awareness, are all in the hands of others, and you... don't feel anything?"

Bulma took two puffs of her cigarette and asked, "Does the comic you read include this conversation we're having now?"

"Of course not!" Jing Yang said flatly.

"Isn't that the end?" Bulma patted Jingyang's cheek gently. "What exactly is human consciousness and where does it come from? The scientific community still has no accurate conclusion. I'm almost making a time machine!"

She shook her head. "Dragon Ball Super you're talking about hasn't happened yet, has it? Maybe Sun Jun has gone through something and his mood has changed a little. Or maybe the mapping relationship between your comics and our world has changed. The original author's thinking is closely connected to our world. Every stroke is the direction of fate, while the non-original author can only draw a vague projection of the world, which will go awry if you're not careful. The direction of the Dragon Ball Super story you see may be the original future fate, but the specific people and events are distorted in this vague projection, so Sun Jun is naturally not completely like Sun Jun himself."

"Anyway, I don't seek trouble."

Bulma stretched and stood up. At 46 years old, she exuded a calm and elegant elegance.

Jing Yang suddenly remembered that the woman in front of him was a demon who had pieced together a time machine in the tragic and desperate end of the world. About the future, about fate, about time, about the world... She must have studied it thoroughly.

Bulma looked down and asked, "What are you laughing at again?"

"I'm laughing. I always thought that you and Goku would be a couple. But Goku's son is already 4 years old. And then your 17-year-old son traveled from the future. His father is still Vegeta. It's really depressing."

"Haha." Bulma smiled generously, "The couple you were looking for didn't work out. Sorry."

When she was young, she actually felt regretful. She didn't expect Sun Jun to be so mature and steady when he grew up. But she only felt regretful for a while and didn't take it to heart. She never liked to dwell on trivial matters. After a round of nonsensical topics, Bulma didn't take it seriously. Jing Yang was a little dizzy from the chat. He paced around the edge of the temple thoughtfully. Q Xiaofen then spoke up: "Master, what do you mean by comics?"

"Haven't you read it?" Jing Yang said casually, "DB, Dragon Ball, when you get back, look for it online yourself, or ask Xiaodi to buy you a set of physical comic books."

That’s right, there are Dragon Ball comics in the Hunter world as well… or rather, apart from “Hunter x Hunter”, most of Jing Yang’s comics from his previous life, including One Piece, Naruto, Slam Dunk, Conan… have exactly the same ones in the Hunter world, and even “Yu Yu Hakusho” and “Level E” have highly similar variants.

Jing Yang wondered if there was, or had been, a Hunter x Hunter comic book in the Dragon Ball world.

He walked around the temple and returned to the starting point, but he didn't expect Bulma to still be standing there.

Looking back, Master Roshi was discussing flower-growing experiences with Mr. Popo in the flower garden. The huge temple was empty. The research vehicle had been taken back by Bulma after she turned it back into a capsule. If she wanted to carry out the next stage of research, she had to wait for Gohan and Xiaote to come out of the Spirit Time Chamber and give feedback. In other words, Bulma had nothing to do at the moment and was really bored.

"Do you want to see Piccolo's battle situation?" Jing Yang asked.

"You have a way to see it?" Bulma was surprised.

"I have no way, but someone has a way." Jing Yang smiled and pointed downwards, "The immortal in Jialin Tower, I remember it has a water tank that can see what happens in the lower world."

So Bulma put her arms around Jingyang's neck and hung her whole body on him. Jingyang held her and took a step forward and stepped into empty air. Immediately, the two of them fell freely from the edge of the temple.

Whoosh, whoosh, the sound of the wind whistling around them quickly weakened as they fell, as if it was moving away quickly. All the winds merged with the wind-attributed Qi around Jing Yang, and the wind resistance was used by him. In this strong wind, Jing Yang was no different from being able to fly freely...

After finding the landing point on the roof of Jialin Pagoda, Jing Yang hugged Bulma and rolled up a ball of wind, circled around, and went into the pagoda. The white cat Jialin Immortal was licking his paws. He was not surprised to see them suddenly come in, as if he knew why they came. He pointed with his wooden stick and said, "Follow me."

So the two followed the white cat to the lower level of the tower, which seemed to be a warehouse for storing objects. Sure enough, they found a water tank inside. The white cat opened the lid, and the clear water in the tank rippled.

"Think carefully about who you want to see and stare at the water," the white cat instructed.

Jingyang and Bulma leaned over to look at the water surface. As expected, the empty water surface gradually began to reveal the scene of the underworld, and Piccolo's figure slowly appeared... or rather, half of Piccolo's figure.

On the streets of an unknown ruined city, Piccolo's lower half of body was still standing on the ground, having been smoothly severed at the waist and abdomen. The upper half of his body was lying ten meters behind, with purple blood constantly flowing out from the broken cross-section.

(End of this chapter)