"You know that because Ultra Instinct is so powerful, it's sometimes not so easy to control..."
"Oh really? Are you able to control yourself now? If so, why don't you go back first?"
Bardos felt uncomfortable under Senga's gaze. Upon hearing this, she nodded immediately and fled as if escaping.
After a while, everyone got up and went to the living room for a quick breakfast.
During breakfast, Bardos acted perfectly normal; no one knew that she had gone on a "night raid" on Senga the previous night.
Halfway through the meal, Senga suddenly raised an eyebrow, then put down his chopsticks and said calmly,
"Those two guys are causing trouble."
The others paused for a moment, Trunks said with a grim expression,
"Senga is talking about those two androids, isn't he? They never stop causing trouble!"
Bulma clenched her fist and said angrily,
"They're despicable! We must wipe them out this time!"
No. 18 glanced at her sideways and said,
"So you'd better stay here, so you don't get accidentally hurt in a fight!"
"How could that be! With Senga and Bardos around, they can't cause any trouble at all!"
Bardos took an elegant sip of her coffee, her calm demeanor giving off a very reliable vibe.
Bulma's gaze shifted between Vados and Senga, and her heart quickly settled down.
Senga stood up from her seat, a glint in her eyes, and a black portal immediately appeared on the ground.
"Alright everyone, let's all go together. A little exercise is good too."
With that, Senga stepped into the portal first, followed closely by Bardos.
The two experts went inside, and the rest of the people immediately followed.
When they emerged from another portal, they were greeted by ruins, with countless severed limbs scattered across the ground—a scene straight out of hell on earth.
Bulma and No. 18 were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene for the first time.
Lance clenched his fists and cursed.
"Those two bastards! How badly do they want to destroy the Earth before they're satisfied?!"
Although it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, each time it enraged him immensely. Golden light burst forth from around his body, a sonic boom echoed, and he instantly entered Super Saiyan mode.
Future Bulma sighed heavily, then stepped forward and patted Trunks on the shoulder.
Just as Trunks was about to say something, a playful voice came from above.
"Hey, isn't this Trunks? Here to die again? This time you've brought a few helpers!"
Trunks was startled. He looked up abruptly and saw No. 17 and No. 18 appearing in the sky.
The words just now were spoken by No. 17. No. 18, who was standing next to him, was supporting a flying car with one hand, inside which was a family of three.
The man was slumped over the steering wheel; he appeared to be dead.
In the back row was a mother and daughter. Although the mother was terrified, she still clung tightly to her child, pleading repeatedly.
"You can do whatever you want to me! Please, just spare my child!"
Future No. 18, looking impatient, picked at his ear with his other hand and said,
"It's so noisy! I'm bored with this game. Shut up!"
As she spoke, she conjured a gas blast in her hand, about to throw it onto the car.
Suddenly, an angry shout came from below.
"That's enough! You disgusting bastard!"
A whooshing sound rang out, Trunks, who had transformed into Super Saiyan, was still stunned in place when No. 18 rushed forward.
She felt utterly disgusted by her own appearance and wanted to make Future No. 18 disappear with her own hands.
Senga snapped his fingers, and the car in Mirai No. 18's hand immediately disappeared, reappearing beside Senga the next second.
Future No. 17 and No. 18 stared blankly at No. 18 charging towards them, momentarily forgetting to dodge.
No. 18 punched her future self in the face, sending her flying and disappearing into the clouds.
Future No. 17 finally came to his senses, dodged to the side, and exclaimed in surprise,
"It's exactly the same! What's wrong with you? Are you also No. 18?"
Without saying a word, No. 18 fired an energy blast. Future No. 17 cursed under his breath and crossed his arms to block it, but the impact of the explosion still made him feel quite uncomfortable.
Having regained his footing, Future No. 17's face was filled with surprise and uncertainty. Feeling the numbness spreading through his arm, he whispered...
"This power... She is indeed an artificial human, and she's even stronger than No. 18. How is this possible?"
He lowered his arms and had just opened his mouth to say something when another energy blast came from a distance, targeting No. 18 in front of him.
Left with no other choice, he had to dodge again.
No. 18 swung her arm, deflecting the incoming energy blast, and then stared coldly at Future No. 18 emerging from the clouds.
Future No. 18 has a ferocious appearance and looks unusually violent.
A bright red fist mark was on her cheek, the one that No. 18 had given her earlier.
"You bastard! No matter who you are, I'm going to tear you apart today!"
She raised her hand and fired a series of energy blasts at No. 18. No. 18 used the same move, and countless energy blasts collided in the air, instantly shattering the clouds.
Boom boom boom!
A thunderous roar echoed throughout the city.
The energy blasts clashed for a while, and the instant they stopped, the two petite figures collided violently.
The shockwave from the collision overturned the few remaining buildings once again.
The two No. 18 braced their arms together, their eyes fixed on the enemy opposite them who looked exactly like them.
Future No. 18 had no idea that this was her past self, she said through gritted teeth.
"Even though you're a fake, you're still quite strong..."
No. 18 snorted coldly and spoke.
"I think you're the real imposter; your very existence disgusts me!"
As they spoke, the two No. 18 simultaneously emitted rays from their eyes, which converged and made a hissing sound.
Trunks and the two Bulma's below watched the two No. 18 colliding in the sky with tense expressions. Bulma asked with a worried look,
"Can our No. 18 win? That guy on the other side is inhuman! I'm afraid No. 18 will suffer..."
Senga gazed at the two figures above and spoke.
"No, if we keep playing like this, our No. 18 will definitely be the winner in the end!"