I Am Really Saiyan

"Don't tell me it's useless, now let's talk about what news you have collected."

King Cold ki pressure broke out and asked coldly.

Cooler and Frieza shut up at the same time.

In fact, it is not that they are afraid of King Cold. In terms of strength, neither of them fears King Cold. Cooler even surpasses King Cold. As for Frieza.

Don't say you can't beat it, at least you won't be killed.

The reason why is in front of King Cold completely because his prestige is still there in normally. As for the family relationship, it is funny.

In front of the two emperors, where would there be family affection this thing?

It's not bad if you don't get rid of each.

"Saiyan, there should be only three people, Vegeta squad." Frieza spoke first, this is the news he got, because the rest of the news was all sent.

"Frieza, you are really unreliable in doing things."

Cooler didn't give Frieza face at all, so he refuted it on the spot.

"Let me tell you, according to the information I received, there is a Saiyan named Turles near the middle of the North Area, and most importantly, his strength is also better than Every combatant under us must be strong."

"How is it possible!" Frieza's face was shocked.

How could he not receive this kind of news? He is the Universe Emperor of the North Area, and he truly rules the North Area.

Why did Cooler receive the news? The emperor of the North Area that he dignified didn't.

"The group of guys responsible for collecting information seems unnecessary to exist." He made a ruthless decision in his heart.

King Cold glanced at Frieza, then turned his gaze away and fell on Cooler, "Tell me, there must be some secret behind that guy with such a strong Power Level."

"Saiyan's Power Level has not exceeded 100,000 in the past 100 years. Now that there are so many Power Levels exceeding 100,000, our Frost Demon Race must pay attention to it."

Frieza did not speak, he knew now Talking for yourself is boring, and the impression in front of King Cold will be even more bleak.

"It seems to be planting a fruit that can increase Power Level." Cooler said, "A kind of fruit that can absorb all the life of the planet, so as to mature and bear fruit that can increase Power Level."

"Divine fruit is real?" King Cold was surprised.

"Divine fruit is real?" Cooler was surprised. He had never heard of this name. Frieza was also puzzled. The name was very strange to him.

"Yes." King Cold nodded, "This is a fruit that can only be eaten by gods in the legend, but it will mature at the cost of a planet's life. Logically speaking, we It’s impossible to have this kind of fruit."

"Gods? Are these ordinary Gods?"

Cooler here refers to something similar to planet Gods.

"Do you think it is possible?" Frieza asked rhetorically, said with a sneer, "I think you should also know God of Destruction, a profession that appears specifically for destruction."

"God of Destruction!" Cooler trembles, as a Frost Demon Race, he has naturally heard of Gods of this level.

"Yes. Cooler, I warned you a long time ago that the most impossible things in the universe are God of Destruction and Majin Buu. We have no chance of winning against them." King Cold He said in a deep voice, "I am not alarmist, nor am I to discredit our Frost Demon Race, how terrifying God of Destruction is, I think Frieza should have experienced it."

"Yes... Yes."

Frieza's face was gloomy, and her heart swelled for a while, and suddenly thought of a humanoid cat who was aloof and remote in front of him. The vastness seemed to come from the pressure of nature.

In front of him, there is no right to resist at all, only the fate of being sentenced.

Cooler did not speak to refute Frieza this time. From the latter's unwilling and helpless expression, we can know that Frieza is definitely not cracking a joke. Frieza, who has always been arrogant, admits that the strength of God of Destruction is really beyond them.

"In short, we must pay attention to Majin Buu and God of Destruction. We don't care about the others, they are clown." King Cold made the final judgment.

"That...the Saiyan named Turles..."

"Kill him, and at the same time snatch the fine divine fruit in his hand. "King Cold's voice is deep and ruthless. "No matter what method he uses to obtain the fine divine fruit, since the fruit appears in front of our Frost Demon Race, if God of Destruction does not appear in person, otherwise this fine divine fruit is actually our Frost Demon Race. All."

"I will do this." Frieza volunteered.

"No, I'll do this. After all, I provide the news." Cooler grinned. He naturally understands what Frieza's idea is. He just wants to occupy the fine divine fruit and use the fine divine fruit to improve his Power Level.

This kind of thing, he won't give up easily.

Even if it is King Cold, I am afraid that it is the same mindset as Frieza at this moment. He will not give divine fruit to anyone, even if that person is his father or clansman.

Once the desire is released, it will be out of control like a surging galaxy.

"Anyone can do it, but the problem is that you must get the fine divine fruit." After all, King Cold is an old fox, and he can naturally think of what Cooler can think of.

But he doesn't want to fight for it. Just make sure that the fine divine fruit is in their Frost Demon Race, that's enough.

In the hands of Cooler or Frieza, both are indifferent.

The conversation between the three Great Emperor kings is over.

Among them, some combatants were assigned to hunt down Saiyan, while the two Universe Emperors, Cooler and Frieza, were dispatched at the same time, moving towards the area where the divine fruit was actually located.

............

In the twilight, the light wind gently blows the desert plain from the orange sky. The dust gradually rises, exposing the air-dried white bone below.

Bruce opened his eyes in a daze, looking at the dim sky.

Where is this?

Why am I here?

What about Bulma?

Reluctantly twisting his neck, a violent pain immediately poured into his mind. The bones of the whole body seemed to have been interrupted by people, and every movement of the body was a bone-cutting pain.

Black holes.

I should have been shot into the black hole by Cooler and King Cold.

But.

Broly?

And...

Is it Hell here? Otherwise, how could the sky be so dark and yellow, and there are deserts and white bones all around.

It seems that I was really sentenced to Hell by King Yemma. In this environment, Bruce couldn't think of anything other than Hell.

It's just...he soon discovered something was wrong.

If it is Hell, then he should be the soul now, why can he still feel the pain?

And it's so real?

Could it be that...

He is not dead!

"Thank the heavens, thank the earth, you finally woke up."

The familiar voice resounded, Bulma's delicate and worried little face appeared in his sight. Then he saw the rest.

Coiled vegetables and eggplant.

They are also alive.

"Where is this? Where is Broly?" he asked weakly.

"I don't know, when I woke up, I found we were here. And the spaceship energy was all exhausted. We found you near here and didn't see Broly." , Bulma burst into tears, "I...I..."