Dragon Ball: I, Kakarot, have no regrets

With the sound of heavy metal collisions, parts began to assemble from the chest to the limbs.

The pitch-black armor gradually spread over Gohan's body until it reached his head, enveloping him completely.

Gohan turned his angular and slightly ferocious head armor and looked at the three little ones through the goggles that were glowing scarlet light.

"So... so handsome... Brother Gohan is so handsome!" Bra said with stars in his eyes.

Goten and Trunks nodded in unison, agreeing with Bra's point of view, which also laid the groundwork for their future actions.

A smile appeared on Gohan's lips under the mask, and his vision at this moment was almost normal. This technology was not developed by Bulma.

This was something he researched a year ago and then gave to his mother. It can be said that he started conceiving the armor a year ago, and used the knowledge he learned to continuously create the necessary supporting technology.

Unfortunately, there were still a few techniques he could not master, so he gave his mother the techniques he had researched before plus other ones.

Gohan didn't expect that in just a few days, his mother would overcome all difficulties and make it, and at the same time, the armor looked so handsome.

It turns out that I am still far inferior to my mother!

Gohan's heart was filled with emotion.

"How about it, is it handsome? Do you want it?" Gohan couldn't help but tempt them.

His voice was automatically synthesized into a mechanical sound through the armor, making him sound cool and handsome.

Use this to test cadres, right?

How could the three little ones resist such temptation? How could they refuse such cool and handsome armor?

"Yes!" the three little ones answered excitedly.

"Haha, when you are as old as me, what will I do to you?" Gohan said coaxingly.

Anyway, it was still early by then, so he just talked about it casually.

"it is good!"

"Brother, why are you wearing armor?" Bra walked to Gohan and poked Gohan's armor.

She often hears her brother say shameful things, like:

Sa, the time has come to end you!

Are you going to fight some bad guys?

"Well, of course it's to eliminate evil and promote good, and be a hero!" Gohan canceled his transformation, touched Bra's head with his hand and spoke gently.

He had already thought it through. In the night, his name would be Shadow - I am Shadow, lurking in the darkness, hunting the evil ones!

In the daytime he is the light - I am the light, walking under the red sun, purifying those who are evil!

As for purification, it is of course purification on the physical level.

The next morning, Goku teleported to Planet Destroyer as usual, but this time he brought Vegeta with him.

"Good morning, Weiss!"

As soon as Goku arrived at the Planet of Destroyers, he saw Whis and greeted him with a smile.

"Good morning Goku, this is Vegeta?"

Whis immediately noticed Vegeta next to Goku.

He still knew Vegeta. After all, he had known Goku for so many years and he had also been to Earth.

Just like the last time Bulma was pregnant.

"Yeah, can I bring him here to practice?" Goku asked Whis and silently waited for his answer.

If Weiss doesn't agree, everything will be in vain.

"Okay, no problem." Whis looked at Vegeta.

At this time, Vegeta was standing half a body length behind Goku, and it was obvious that he was a little proud of Goku's help.

Tsundere huh? She's very similar to Lord Beerus. I believe Lord Beerus will like it.

His personality is also suitable for the God of Destruction. Maybe I can wait for Lord Beerus to wake up and let him accept him as my disciple. Before that, I can train Vegeta first.

"Thank you, Mr. Whis!" Vegeta bowed to Whis politely.

Vegeta was not familiar with Whis, they had only met once before, but he had heard from Kakarot how noble Whis's status was.

Even the God of Destruction is just Whis's apprentice. Vegeta would naturally put aside his pride and status when facing a person of this level.

He is arrogant but he is not stupid, and his arrogance depends on the situation.

Perhaps Vegeta in this time and space no longer needs to perform that weird dance?

"Hahaha, Vegeta, just call me Whis, just like Goku." Whis said in a friendly manner.

"Goku, you practice first. I'll take Vegeta aside to teach him individually." Whis looked at Goku.

In fact, Goku doesn't need his teaching much now, and can practice on his own most of the time, so Whis is still very confident in Goku, but Vegeta is different.

He could see that Vegeta's current foundation was even worse than when Goku first came to Planet Destroyer.

"Okay." Wukong nodded and agreed.

He still comes to the Destruction Star every day because the environment of the Destruction Star is more suitable for cultivation, and the vitality is far more abundant than that of the Earth.

Of course, the most important thing is the presence of Weiss, and other factors are not important.

How much faster can you go with more vitality? Just a little faster.

Chapter 123: Shadow and Light (If you feel embarrassed, you can skip it)

(Although the following chapters are also quite second-rate)

(This chapter is about Gohan showing off, you can skip it if you don't like it)

At night, the nightlife of Xidu has just begun. The streets are busy with cars and the neon lights on the streets bring a touch of warmth and light to the cold night.

At the top of the West Capital Century Building, Gohan opened his arms and looked up at the night sky, admiring the full moon and feeling the wind blowing on him.

The dark purple robe rustled in the wind.

In this dark night, how much evil is hiding? And how much evil is already on the road to committing crimes?

Gohan slowly lowered his head and looked at the city below, and he began to perceive it with his mental power.

He believed that there would be one.

"Hmm? Did you sense that this is drug trafficking?" Gohan showed an expression of disgust on his face.

It's time for him to show up. He has learned the teleportation that his father taught him a year ago.

In an abandoned and dilapidated alley on the outskirts of Xidu, a group of more than a dozen people and another group of several people were doing a deal.

The goods they traded were naturally drugs, and several of them even had guns in their hands.

"Haha, it's a pleasure working with you. You can come to us again if you need us next time." Two slightly plump men with mediocre skin were holding hands and smiling.

Perhaps it was because they admired each other, the two of them felt that they liked each other very much, but to put it bluntly, there was money to be made, and they could both make money.

"Hey, are you guys dealing drugs?"

A young man's voice reached everyone's ears.

"Who?"

More than 20 people looked around in panic, trying to find the direction of the sound, but they couldn't find it no matter what.

The sound just now seemed to come from all directions, and it was impossible to determine the direction.

"Don't look at me, I'm above you."

Everyone looked up and saw a man in a purple-black robe squatting on top of a shabby street lamp.

The brim of the hat covered most of the man's face, and the moonlight behind him could not illuminate his face, but it gave it a layer of bright white moonlight.

In the already dark environment, a sense of mystery and fear shrouded everyone's hearts.

"You... who are you?" The leader, Mediterranean, was a little flustered.

Several people holding guns aimed at Gohan, and it seemed that they would pull the trigger at the next second.

"who am I?"

A disdainful smile appeared on Gohan's lips, his robes fluttered, and he flipped in the air and landed on the ground in a half-kneeling position.

boom! !

The dust on the ground was blown away by the wind caused by the fall.

Gohan slowly stood up, his lips moving slightly as he spoke each word.

The sound was obviously not loud, but it was so clear at this time when you could hear a pin drop.

"My name is Shadow!"

"Lurking in the darkness, hunting the evil ones!"

"Black heart!"

"Armed!"

"Armor fusion!" A heavy mechanical sound reached everyone's ears.

One by one, the pitch-black parts were assembled onto Gohan's body, and they were completed in just a moment.

Wearing scarlet goggles, he looked at the people in front of him, with streaks of blood-red light flowing on the scales on his body.

Like a black knight returning from hell.

"W-what the hell? S-shoot him!"

Mediterranean swallowed hard. He could clearly feel the cold sweat soaking his back. He quickly yelled at those people with guns.

Several tongues of fire suddenly appeared in the darkness and shot towards Gohan.

"Bullets? They're really slow!"

Gohan strolled in the rain of bullets, walking towards the crowd step by step leisurely.

When everyone had emptied their magazines of bullets, not a single bullet hit Gohan.

"Weird...monster!"

Everyone turned their heads and ran away. As for the money and drugs?

My life is about to end, what’s the use of all this?

In their opinion, the man in armor in front of them was just like the legendary martial artists! He was not someone that ordinary people could fight against.

Run away, maybe there is still a chance of survival.

Gohan used his fingers to deflect the last bullet fired at him and slowly looked towards the people who were fleeing.

"Run, can you run away?"

"My strength is enough to tear the earth apart! And penetrate the sky!"

"Any struggle is useless!"

The heavy and immature speech echoed throughout the alley.

Gohan stomped his right foot on the ground, and the concrete pavement exploded instantly, with countless rocks being blown into the air.

Gohan glanced at the stone that appeared in front of him, and in his eyes the stone seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

He slowly stretched out two fingers and tapped the stone carelessly.

Gohan's seemingly random click caused the stone to burst through the air.

The stone, endowed with powerful kinetic energy, cut through the air in the alley. The heat generated by the friction with the air while rotating at high speed even made the stone glow with red light.

One after another, streaks of blood streaked across the sky and fell onto the ground.

"Ghost... ghost!"

Mediterranean wiped the warm blood-red liquid on his face. He knew that the blood belonged to the person in front of him.

At this moment, that person has collapsed on the ground, unable to open his eyes forever, and is repenting his past mistakes in hell.

Watching people fall to the ground one after another in front of him, some even falling directly next to him, endless fear shrouded his heart.

The gravel scratched his chest, and a streak of blood bloomed in the air. He gradually felt weaker and weaker, and his two legs felt as if they were filled with lead, becoming heavier and heavier...