Pirates: I will first max out the domineering color if I am not dead

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Bulma shook her head.

"If it doesn't work, what will happen to Brother Xia Le?"

Gohan said in a shaky voice.

"will die!"

Bulma replied seriously.

Gohan's heart skipped a beat and he clenched his fists.

The three of them stared at the treatment cabin, silently praying for the success of the transformation and hoping that Xia Le could hold on.

But as a day passed, Xia Le's physical indicators on the computer connected to the treatment cabin became increasingly worse.

"I have tested his physical fitness before, and it is indeed quite impressive for an ordinary person."

"But in some aspects, his innate factors are not ideal, and can even be said to be weak."

Bulma sighed.

"However, in order to become stronger, Xia Le is willing to accept the plan to transform the Saiyan."

"He asked me to help him."

"In this apocalyptic era, I have no reason to refuse."

"Because one day, he will face No. 17 and No. 18 again."

After a pause, Bulma looked at Gohan and Trunks.

"So do we!"

"Only by becoming stronger or developing a time machine can we have the power to change everything!"

"This is the ideal that Xia Le pursues, and it is also his hope for survival."

Bulma took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and looked at Xia Le, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker in the treatment cabin.

"We can only pray for him."

On the third day, Xia Le's breath became even weaker, but from outside the treatment cabin, one could clearly see that a furry tail had grown from his coccyx.

"This means that the Saiyan cells are replacing, or fusing with, his human cells."

"The genes of the two races are merging."

Bulma said, her eyes slightly brightening.

"Does this mean that Brother Xia Le has a chance of success?"

Trunks said excitedly.

After hearing this, Bulma carefully checked Xia Le's physical condition again, but her expression became even uglier.

"The Saiyan cells are eating away his vitality."

“That’s probably not good news.”

Gohan, Trunks started to worry again.

From that day on, Xia Le's health condition became worse and worse.

His tail at the coccyx was getting longer and longer, but his vitality was getting weaker and weaker, and he remained in a coma for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, a few more days passed.

Xia Le’s life force has been on the red line. The next step would be death. His heart was beating even weaker, often in a straight line.

"He may not survive."

"The Saiyan's cells have completely integrated into his body, and his tail has fully grown out."

"But the vitality was completely devoured by the Saiyan cells."

Bulma sighed.

Gohan clenched his fists, "Damn it, if we still had Senzu Beans."

"Sorry, Gohan, Trunks."

"I want to help you, too."

Bulma said guiltily.

Her original purpose was to have an extra companion by their side.

Because, in this war, it would be too lonely if they were the only ones there.

"It's okay, Aunt Bulma."

"I believe in Brother Xia Le, he will definitely make it through!"

Gohan gritted his teeth.

Bulma was stunned for a moment, but ultimately remained silent.

Because the line representing the heart is infinitely close to a dead person.

Although she also hoped for a miracle to happen, the hope was too slim.

That afternoon, Bulma sat in front of the computer, looking at the completely silent heart lines, and slowly clenched her fists.

She didn't know how to tell Gohan and Trunks the news.

In this lonely world, the loss of a companion is too heavy a burden for the three of them, and it is an unspeakable sadness.

What's more, in such an experiment.

"boom!"

The more Bulma thought about it, the more painful and angry she became. She slammed the table in self-blame.

suddenly.

"Drip drip drip drip!"

A series of alarms sounded on the detector.

The heart that had been silent a second ago suddenly started beating again.

At the same time, Xia Le in the treatment cabin suddenly opened his eyes, and golden electric current flashed across his body.

An invisible breath swept out.

"Xia Le!!"

Bulma looked at the detector on the computer and saw that all the physical test indicators had returned to normal, and were even stronger than ordinary people.

There was a flash of surprise in her eyes.

"How can this be?!"

"Reformation, successful?"

Xia Le pushed open the door of the treatment cabin, took a step out, clenched his fists, and felt his whole body filled with explosive power.

Looking down, the muscle lines on his body became more symmetrical and natural, like a cheetah.

"how are you feeling?"

Looking at Xia Le who was obviously stronger, Bulma was actually a little afraid for a moment and shouted from a distance.

“I feel it!”

Xia Le looked up, grinned, and clenched his fists.

“Excellent!!”

Is this a Saiyan?

Compared with ordinary humans, the basic values are so different.

It seems that the fighting gene is engraved in the bones, and fighting is like an instinct.

"Have you ever felt angry, violent, unable to control your impulses?"

Bulma shouted from a distance.

"Have!"

"But I can still control it!"

Xia Le smiled.

All kinds of negative emotions were indeed constantly sweeping over his mind, making him want to destroy everything in front of him.

However, his calmness and mental resilience from having experienced two worlds for a long time allowed him to easily suppress such negative emotions.

After a few breaths, the violent feeling in Xia Le's body gradually dissipated, and he regained his original momentum.

Moreover, he keenly felt that there was a unique feeling in his body.

"Saiyans have S cells in their bodies. These are inherited from their bodies and are born from their acquired control of themselves."

"The more S cells you have, the easier it is to become a Super Saiyan."

Xia Le was thoughtful.

He seemed to be able to clearly feel the existence and quantity of S cells.

I also realized that in this stable state, my S cells are rapidly dividing and gathering in the back, making me feel warm and comfortable.

Only then did Bulma dare to come forward and after looking at Xia Le carefully, she exclaimed in amazement.

"I've gotten stronger and taller."

"It's incredible!"

"It actually worked."

Xia Le smiled slightly: "Actually, I've died once."

Bulma was stunned and slapped him teasingly: "You've learned how to joke, boy."

Xia Le was helpless.

He had indeed died once, and the body, qualifications, and genes of his reborn body this time were really not that good, and he couldn't even withstand the impact of the Saiyan cells devouring him.

Fortunately, he himself is immortal.

And immortality means.

Xia Le's eyes were sparkling.

He knew very well that Saiyans had a characteristic, which was that as long as they survived, they would become stronger.

And this time, after being resurrected from death, he could clearly feel that his own strength had become stronger again.

"Well, let me check your physical condition again."

"Then you can leave. Gohan, Trunks and the others will definitely be very happy to hear this news."

Bulma said as she put magnetic stickers on Xia Le's body.

Then she put on the combat power detector and pressed it.

"drop!"

The data on the computer began to be analyzed quickly.

The combat power detector was also constantly jumping, and finally, when the number stopped at one thousand two hundred, she was stunned.