Trunks took the tissue and wiped his face briefly. He opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to call out "Big Brother Gohan," but looking at the young Gohan's innocent face, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to say it.
He already knew that Goku couldn't even transform into Super Saiyan anymore, so he didn't expect Goku and the others to be of any help to him. Besides, his Time Machine could only take one person.
However, according to Goku and his friends, No. 18 in this timeline are two good people. Frieza had previously visited Earth, was nearly killed by No. 17 and even helped Vegeta finish him off. This means that there is no longer any danger of this timeline being destroyed by the Androids.
This is exactly the kind of world he wanted to see, so he didn't plan to bother them any further. He would return tomorrow after the Time Machine was refueled. As for the two androids from his world, he would have to think of another way.
Just thinking about his dark future made Trunks sigh heavily again; he was truly lost right now.
Goku and the others didn't look too good either. They all understood Trunks' predicament, but they really couldn't help him.
In fact, everyone knows that there is only one person who can help Trunks right now, and that is Senga.
In their eyes, Senga was practically omnipotent. Although Senga seemed easy to get along with, her terrifying, abyssal power always created a sense of distance between them and Senga.
They found it difficult to ask Senga for this favor.
Seeing everyone sitting there dejectedly, Bulma suddenly stood up and said,
"Why is everyone making that face? We still have Senga!"
Yamcha's face darkened, and he hung his head, remaining silent.
Goku and the others chuckled wryly. Krillin spoke up.
"We know about this, but we haven't known Senga for very long. How are we supposed to bring this up?" M said.
Bulma gave a soft snort and patted her chest as she spoke.
"You're overthinking it. Senga is clearly a very easy person to talk to... God! Leave this to me! I'll go talk to Senga!"
She looked at Trunks and continued,
"Young man, you can stay here tonight! Everything will be alright tomorrow!"
Trunks looked at his youthful and beautiful "mother" in front of him, and then thought about how his mother would grow old and frail from overwork in the future. He felt a mix of emotions.
Although Bulma in this timeline will most likely never become his mother again, she still stood up for him when he was at his most desperate.
Trunks rubbed his eyes hard to stop the tears from welling up again.
However, he still didn't know much about Senga. He only knew that Senga had unimaginable power, but he knew nothing about other things about him, such as his identity.
He couldn't help but ask,
"Excuse me, who exactly is this Senga? I've never heard of this name before in the future!"
Mentioning Senga, Bulma smiled mysteriously, covering her mouth as she said,
"Let me tell you, he's a god!"
"God? I remember Mom saying that God's power isn't that strong. When Mr. Piccolo died, God disappeared along with him, and the Dragon Balls too..."
At this point, Trunks sighed again. If the Dragon Balls were still around, the future world wouldn't be so hopeless.
Bulma wagged her finger, glanced at Piccolo, and said,
"Senga isn't the kind of god you imagine. You know, even the dragon treats him with utmost respect, and after making a wish, it even asks for permission before daring to disappear!"
"So there are gods like that... What kind of person is he? I mean, what's his personality like?"
"That's great! He's solved many of the crises on Earth. And when I first met him, I never imagined he was a god. He just looked like an ordinary high school student!"
"... High school student?"
"Yeah, let me tell you, he was wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses back then, but he was still very handsome. He spoke in a gentle and soft voice, which was really pleasant to listen to!"
Bulma could talk endlessly about Senga, while Trunks stared at her blankly, as if he understood why this version of Bulma had no connection with Vegeta.
It's all because of Senga!
Bulma talked for a while and then suddenly realized that apart from Goku and his son, and Vegeta, everyone else was looking at her with meaningful expressions, their meanings unspoken.
She knew she had been a bit too obvious, her pretty face flushed, and she coughed twice, feigning an apology, before saying...
"Anyway, as long as Senga agrees, this is nothing at all, so don't worry!"
Trunks nodded obediently, and looking at the confident Bulma, hope was rekindled in his gloomy heart.
He looked out at the starry sky through the glass and silently recited in his heart,
"Thank you, Mom. No matter which time or space we're in, you've always given me hope, even though you might not be my mother in this timeline..."
Meanwhile, at Senga,
No. 18 stared wide-eyed at Senga in disbelief.
"Will my future self be as evil as No. 17? Almost wipe out humanity?"
Senga shrugged and said,
"Hmm, otherwise why would Trunks draw his sword whenever he sees you? You and No. 17 have become his psychological trauma."
"No wonder, I was wondering why he acted like a lunatic. Okay, even though the person I'll have in the future isn't the same person as me, I'll still forgive him. He's really pitiful."
As she spoke, 18 snuggled into Senga's arms and mumbled,
"Thank you, Senga!"
Senga paused for a moment, then asked curiously,
Why are you thanking me all of a sudden?
No. 18 looked up, his expression extremely serious.
"I know that the reason my future self is so evil must be because I was brainwashed by that perverted doctor. If it weren't for you, No. 17 and I would definitely have become like that, which would be no different from being dead. So I want to thank you, thank you for saving me and my brother!"
Senga smiled after hearing this, gently patted No. 18's head, and said,
"So that's what you meant. It's nothing. Why are you thanking me? Don't think about it so much. What happened in that timeline has nothing to do with you."
"Um..."
No. 18 closed her eyes and nestled in Senga's arms, looking just like a docile kitten.
Sitting on the sofa opposite, Bardos took a sip of her coffee. Mmm, coffee with sugar is so sweet!