Chapter 602 Human Body Transformation Potion

After all, the genes of ordinary people are still too low in this world where the upper limit of power is incredible.

Even Krillin, Tenjin Fan and others who have been practicing all day long still cannot keep up with the Saiyans in the end.

If he wanted to survive in the end, the first way Xia Le could think of was to completely transform himself and become a pure Saiyan.

And people who have this technology.

Looking forward, he saw Bulma, who was already middle-aged.

Compared to the young and lively person she once was, Bulma today is undoubtedly more mature and stable, with a little sadness and sadness in her eyes.

"Gohan, we're back safely."

Bulma smoked a cigarette, raised her hand to say hello, and set her sights on Xia Le.

Xia Le handed Son Gohan to Trunks, then looked at Bulma: "I am Xia Le, Gohan saved me."

"It was him who saved me."

Sun Wuhan said reluctantly.

Trunks was stunned for a moment, then quickly supported Sun Wuhan: "I will take you to treatment right away."

Bulma smoked a cigarette and looked at Xia Le silently for a while, then waved and said, "Come here!"

Xia Le followed.

This secret base looks shabby on the outside, with the style of a capsule company in the past, but it is very spacious and huge on the inside.

And, more importantly, there are various experimental instruments and various factory parts placed inside.

"I didn't expect Gohan to meet a living person when he went out."

"What's even more surprising is that you were able to save him."

"Thank you very much, Xia Le!"

Bulma said with a smile.

"To be precise, Mr. Gohan saved me first."

Xia Le sighed.

If he hadn't happened to meet the kind-hearted Sun Wuhan and take action without hesitation, he would have been in trouble.

"hehe."

"Please help me move that part."

After Bulma finished smoking a cigarette, she squatted next to a piece of aircraft again, squatted down, and picked up the wrench.

"Uh, okay!"

Xia Le raised his hands and moved what looked like a large nut.

"After the emergence of artificial humans, everyone is thinking of ways to do it."

"At the beginning, Gohan and the others wanted to solve each other through fighting, but it was a pity."

"Everyone died."

"Now, there are only three of us left, hiding in this base."

Bulma sighed.

None of this is a secret, and it can be said.

"Are you building a time machine?"

Xia Le looked at the outline of the machine in front of him and asked suddenly.

Bulma was stunned, stopped what she was doing, turned her head and looked at him doubtfully: "Can you understand?"

"can't read."

"Just a guess."

Xia Le smiled.

"oh."

Bulma turned her head and continued busy.

Xia Le stood there and glanced around.

He walked past the machine screens and looked at the messy tools and drawings on the table. Most of them were theoretical formulas, design drawings, etc. related to the time machine.

When he reached a corner, he suddenly stopped.

"Have you also studied artificial humans?"

Xia Le pulled out the drawings piled below, looked at the simple drawings above, as well as the various formulas, theories, etc. next to them, and asked aloud.

"Although not as powerful as Gohan and the others."

"But, I also tried hard."

"It's just that for Dr. Gro, artificial humans are a professional, but I seem to be a bit amateur in this aspect."

Bulma said with a smile.

She answered while tightening the screws.

"I have done careful deduction. Even if it is really created, it will definitely not be the opponent of No. 17 and No. 18."

"What's more, as you can see, the resources in our hands are limited."

Bulma sighed.

"Even collecting the parts to build the time machine was done by Gohan and the others at the risk of their lives."

Xia Le nodded silently.

After a while, he suddenly spoke.

"if."

"I want to ask you to transform me into a Saiyan?"

Bulma made a movement in her hands, her pupils shrank at this moment, and her expression became even more gloomy.

"You know about Saiyans?"

"Not an ordinary person, right?"

Xia Le nodded: "When I was a child, I once watched the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Club on TV, so I met Mr. Sun Wukong and others."

"My father is also a high-ranking official in the government, and he also knows information about your husband, Vegeta."

The gloom on Bulma's face slowly dissipated. If he was an official in the government, it would not be difficult to get some news about the Saiyans.

"You want to become a Saiyan?"

"This is difficult, why?"

Xia Le clenched his fists: "Because I want to become stronger!"

"Strong enough to defeat No. 17 and No. 18!"

When Bulma heard this, she smiled: "Even if they are real Saiyans, they may not be their opponents."

"You really know nothing about those two artificial humans!"

Xia Le was unmoved: "Is there any way?"

"have!"

"If I were to transform you into a powerful android like No. 17 or 18, I really wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

"But if you just want to transform into a Saiyan, this kind of thing is not difficult!"

"only."

After a pause, Bulma's expression turned serious.

"This is a technology related to biomodification anyway, and it carries risks."

"You will most likely die on the operating table."

Xia Le heard this, his expression unchanged: "I am not afraid of this risk."

"In addition, after years of research and observation, I found that the blood of Saiyans contains violent factors, and your temperament may change greatly."

"Especially for this kind of transformation, everything is unknown."

"The blood of Saiyans may devour your human gene fragments, making you completely out of control and eventually die."

Bulma warned again.

"If I can become a Saiyan, I am not afraid of all this."

Xia Le smiled.

This body of his will never die.

Being a Saiyan is simply the most suitable bloodline for him.

Especially born in the future time and space, such a desperate situation.

Bulma looked at him deeply: "Okay, I will help you."

"I need to remind you that this kind of human body transformation may have unknown risks and may be different from real Saiyans."

"If you die."

Xia Le smiled calmly: "I won't blame anyone, this is my choice."

Bulma was stunned and nodded.

She suddenly stood up, came to Xia Le's side, pushed away other tools on the table, and picked up the design drawing of the android.

"Before that, I still need to study it."

"If you succeed in the end, I hope you can help Gohan and the others."

Xia Le nodded gently.

He was also a little surprised in his heart, and he didn't know why the other party was willing to help him when they first met.

"There are not many people in this world anymore."

"I am willing to believe in any hope, even if it is still small."

Bulma took the drawing and looked at it carefully, and said softly.

Xia Le was shocked and stood there.

"Bring the combat power tester on the table."

After Bulma looked at it for a while, she picked up a pencil and drew and modified it on the drawing, and finally pointed to the combat power tester shaped like an eye on the table on the side.

Xia Le quickly handed the tester to the other party.

Bulma put it on and pressed the button.

"Ding!"

In an instant, the numbers on it began to change rapidly.

"105."

"Interesting."

Bulma said unexpectedly.

He looks like an ordinary person, but his fighting ability has reached the top level of ordinary people.

"Have you practiced martial arts before?"

Xia Le nodded: "Practice by yourself."

"Myself?"

Bulma paused and looked at him strangely.

"That's more interesting."

She laughed, then lowered her head and started to tinker.

"Go call Trunks over and keep an eye on Gohan."

"The treatment cabin is not stable, so sometimes it stops and needs to be restarted manually."

Xia Le responded and turned away.

A moment later, he saw Trunks exercising next to the treatment cabin.

"Bulma asked you to go over."

Trunks looked at him curiously, then ran away.

Xia Le moved a stool and sat there staring at the treatment cabin.

This treatment cabin seemed to be moved out of a spaceship. It was filled with sticky nutrients. Son Gohan took a straw, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Gudongdong!"

Various bubbles popped out from time to time.

Xia Le propped up his chin and looked at Son Gohan inside.

After a moment.

"Ah~~~"

"Mom, why are you drawing my blood?"

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

Trunks' scream came from next door, making Xia Le turn his head.

He was stunned at first, then smiled as if he understood something.

This base is very large, but also very empty. Only Bulma and the other two live there. Now with him, there are four people.

For daily things and tools, they have to enter the city, carefully hide themselves, and then search for them.

According to Trunks, who was holding his buttocks and crying in pain, there should be other living people in Siduri, and they have already hidden themselves.

His dream in his lifetime is to practice with Brother Gohan, then transform into a Super Saiyan, defeat No. 17 and No. 18, and finally restore the world to its original state.

Xia Le sighed with emotion.

This is clearly a desperate doomsday world.

Gohan woke up in the morning seven days later. The treatment cabin was opened, and the nutrient solution inside turned into waste water and flowed out.

Taking off the oxygen on his mouth, Gohan stretched his body.

"Thanks to Xia Le for saving me."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid I would be dead this time!"

Gohan said with a big laugh.

He tried to stretch his arms, and was surprised to find that his strength was stronger.

"I told you, Gohan, you saved me first."

Xia Le laughed.

Trunks staggered to the front with a lot of food, laughing and shouting: "Brother Gohan, it's time to eat!"

"So much? Where did it come from!"

Son Gohan said in surprise.

"All of them were collected by Brother Xia Le and me these days!"

Trunks laughed.

Son Gohan looked at Xia Le.

The latter touched the back of his head awkwardly: "Most of them were brought back by Trunks."

It was embarrassing to say that he was a young man in his twenties, but he was much worse than the teenager Trunks in terms of strength and speed.

Outside, under the guidance of the other party, they avoided No. 17 and 18 who were searching everywhere.

It can be said that if it were not for this young man, he would have been dead in the past few days.

"When I finish eating, I will take you two to practice together!"

Sun Wuhan swallowed heavily and said vaguely.

"Great!!"

Trunks shouted happily.

"Then it's up to you, Gohan!"

Xia Le said with a smile.

The adult Son Wuhan is polite and at the same time gives people a sense of security and reliability. He is a very charming person.

Especially in this desperate doomsday era, the other party is the existence of faith in Trunks's heart.

After a while, Sun Wu was full and regained his energy.

He stood up without wasting any time.

"Then come with me!"

"First of all, we need to let Xia Le know what Qi is!"

When the three of them came to the open space outside the base, Sun Wuhan said seriously.

"If you master Qi and can hide your own breath, you can better evade and survive in the battle with Android No. 17 and 18."

Xia Le nodded.

He was reborn in this world, and indeed he never felt Qi.

Maybe it's because his own cultivation is not perfect, or maybe it's because this body really doesn't have any talent.

Next, Sun Wuhan started teaching step by step.

"Brother Xia Le, that's not the case. You have to understand it with your heart."

"No, no, no, Qi is not felt outside the world, but within the body."

"Trunks, show me!"

Soon, Sun Wuhan's voice rang out.

Xia Le was sweating on his forehead. He had never felt so embarrassed.

It was also determined that the talent of this body was too low. This is a matter of innate attributes, which are difficult to change the day after tomorrow.

For example, the Saiyans are called a fighting nation because they have greater potential and stronger talents than humans.

And his body was originally an existence among the five scum of the human race. Even after his training, it was still not top-notch.

In terms of talent, he is probably far worse than Satan.

"Sorry, my talent is indeed."

Xia Le continued practicing until dusk that day, sweating profusely.

Sun Wuhan was also a little surprised. How come this elder brother didn't understand anything, but he was kind-hearted and didn't have any negative emotions. He smiled and comforted.

"It's okay, we will continue practicing tomorrow."

Trunks was also comforting him: "Brother Xia Le, as long as you persist, you will definitely gain something. Look."

As he spoke, a Qigong wave condensed in his palm.

"I've practiced it all."

Xia Le's eyes trembled, and he replied awkwardly: "It's okay, I'll try my best."

After returning to the house, he couldn't sleep all night.

From being a pirate to being a Hokage, when had he, Xia Le, been so aggrieved and aggrieved?

The next day, the three of them continued practicing.

But Xia Le's progress has not changed at all.

He completely recognized the reality. The talent of his body was so poor that he couldn't even look directly at it.

For half a month, the three of them practiced together and went to Xidu to search for food and experimental materials that Bulma needed.

Fortunately, we all had a close call and didn't encounter any artificial humans.

Their relationship is getting better and better, and Xia Le has adapted to life in this post-apocalyptic world.

On this day, Bulma called Xia Le over.

"Success!"

"This is a human body modification drug. When it is injected into the body, your genes will be changed."

"The original human gene chain will collapse and be replaced, repaired, and integrated by Saiyan genes."

"But, there are risks."

"The process will be extremely painful and even fatal!"

"If you haven't thought about it well, you don't have to fight."

Bulma said solemnly.

But what surprised her was that after Xia Le looked at the golden liquid in the needle in his hand for a while, he grinned, raised his hand and pricked his arm with a needle.

It was as if that body was not his own.

"This guy!!"

"So decisive!"

Bulma was shocked.