"That…that…Big Brother Ye Mu, I…I still have something to do. See you next time!”
Just as Ye Mu was sighing at Bulma's cuteness, the latter shyly broke free from his embrace. She then lowered her head and shyly peeked at Ye Mu before covering her flushed face and fleeing.
From afar, her soft voice could be heard.
If it wasn't for Ye Mu's amazing hearing, he definitely wouldn't have heard it.
"It's…really cute."
Ye Mu smiled knowingly. This living Bulma was completely different from the somewhat masculine Bulma in the Dragon Ball anime in his memory.
Bulma now…to be honest, she was very likable.
After sorting out his complicated emotions, Ye Mu teleported away from Bulma's house. Since this girl was in a shy state now, he couldn't force himself to look for her. In short, he would just let nature take its course.
What he needed was not a one-step process, but…a steady stream of water.
In the next few days, Ye Mu would occasionally go to Bulma's house. After a while, the relationship between the two of them slowly became better and better.
Time passed slowly, and a month soon passed.
At noon, Ye Mu once again came to Bulma's house.
"Brother Ye Mu, what have you been doing these past few days? Why don't you come and play with me anymore?"
When the two of them met, Bulma, who was wearing a sky-blue dress, immediately pouted.
"Hahaha! I'm a martial artist, so I need to cultivate during normal times. Without powerful strength, how can I protect my lover in the future?”
Ye Mu looked at Bulma who was pouting her little mouth and felt a burst of cuteness. He laughed and reached out to rub her head as he explained.
Hearing Ye Mu's words, Bulma's pretty face flushed red.
Obviously, she was a little mature and liked to fantasize. She had directly replaced the lover Ye Mu spoke of with herself.
"Right…if I remember correctly, Brother Ye Mu, you can fly, right? That should be very powerful! So, Brother Ye Mu, please teach me how to cultivate!”
Bulma fantasized in his mind. After a few seconds, he suddenly looked at Ye Mu with a serious expression.
"Hmm? Do you want to cultivate?"
Hearing her words, Ye Mu was stunned for a moment. Then, he raised his hand and rubbed his smooth chin as he pondered. To be honest, it was indeed possible to teach Bulma cultivation.
However…
The original Dragon Ball did not say that she was suitable for cultivation!
If he did not have any talent in cultivation, wouldn't that be a blow to Bulma?
He did not want Bulma to cry.
"I can definitely teach you how to cultivate, but…it will be very tiring. Are you sure you can handle it?”
Ye Mu thought for a while and said in a deep voice.
Bulma was indeed a talented girl in the original Dragon Ball novel.
However, he was a genius in science and technology.
"Ah? Is it very…very difficult?"
Hearing Ye Mu's words, Bulma's small mouth immediately pouted," Then I'm afraid... I can't hold on." After all, I couldn't even be bothered to run.”
Bulma's words made Ye Mu laugh. He knew that this little girl wouldn't be able to endure the hardships of cultivation.
"It's fine. With me around, let me protect you. It's fine even if you don't have to cultivate.”
Ye Mu looked at Bulma's beautiful blue and purple eyes and said sincerely.
"Ah!"
Hearing Ye Mu's words, Bulma's beautiful big eyes immediately widened. She couldn't help but fantasize in her heart. The image of her and Ye Mu walking into the wedding hall had already appeared in her mind.
"I…I'm willing!"
Bulma suddenly closed her eyes and said shyly.
"Hmm?"
Ye Mu was stunned when he heard these words.
However, after a moment of thought, he felt that Bulma must be saying that she was willing to let him protect her.
"Bulma…Bulma!"
Ye Mu waved his hand in front of Bulma, who had her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes in embarrassment, he smiled and said,""Although I'm quite powerful, I can't stay by your side forever. It was better to be safe than sorry. Therefore, I think you should train your physique. At least, you won't look so weak!”
"Good! Listen to Brother Ye Mu!"
With the previous fantasies, Bulma looked at Ye Mu with an even gentler gaze and nodded gently.
Ye Mu did what he said. For the next few days, after he woke up, he would go to Bulma's house to train with her.
Ye Mu didn't want Bulma to become a strong person, but at least she would be able to protect herself against some ordinary bad guys. That would be enough.
A week passed by quickly. Ye Mu was gratified to see Bulma go from a rookie without any combat power to one point of combat power.
How strong was one point of combat power?
Ye Mu pondered for a moment and felt that it should be similar to the full strength of a fifteen or sixteen year old youth.
A young man's strength was not enough to protect himself, so Ye Mu felt that Bulma still needed to continue cultivating.
Thus, in the following month, Ye Mu began training Bulma again.
Initially, Bulma had only thought of casually training, but later on, he realized that he had gradually fallen in love with the feeling of becoming stronger.
Therefore, she went from slacking off at the beginning to diligently cultivating later on. Her combat strength also slowly rose.
Bulma now had 10 points of combat power. When the Dragon Ball plot began, the 12-year-old Goku only had this much combat power.
Bulma, on the other hand, had only cultivated for such a short period of time, but he had already reached 10 points of combat power. In comparison, Bulma was not too lacking in cultivation talent.
Not to mention, there were still a few years before the Dragon Ball plot began.
If she continued to cultivate, how much would her combat strength increase?
Thinking of this, Ye Mu suddenly had the idea of training Bulma to become an expert.
However, when Ye Mu saw Bulma's exhausted face, his heart ached for him, so he naturally gave up on this idea.
" Let's take it slow. Let Bulma slowly cultivate for a few years. When the time comes, her combat strength won't be too bad. She should be more than enough to protect herself.”
Ye Mu thought to himself.
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(Everyone, I wrote a poem. Chapter 32 is related to the work!
I think of the year before last, I think of the past.
Without stopping, he rushed forward.
the snowflakes stretch across the sky.
The reeds advanced triumphantly.
I truly grieve, thinking of how to stabilize my flow.
a crane among chickens, ignorant.
I entrust my sorrowful heart to the bright moon.
It was a pity that the sand-sky pine tree was here.
and drifting away I have no hope.
The sound of the zither was pleasant to the ears.
The painting of Marlo's Rhapsody appeared.
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