How Strong Is This Kakarot You Speak Of?

Dragon Ball: Afterlife.

Trunks awoke as dappled sunlight streamed into every corner of the room.

The Saiyan, who hadn't had such a good night's sleep in a long time, opened his dazed eyes.

The next second, he regained his senses, and his strength surged instantly!

"Mother--"

"Trunks?!"

"You're awake?!"

"Great! I was just about to wake you up for breakfast!"

The virtuous Bulma leaned against the doorpost, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

"...?"

"Mother, I...you..." Trunks was a little confused.

He clearly remembered last night—

"It's all over now. I've made a deal with Beckett. I've promised to give him all the information he needs about Frieza and help him build Time Machine that can travel through time."

"So, everything's alright now."

Bulma smiled gently and recounted everything that had happened the previous night, leaving Trunks in silence.

It's obvious that he acted impulsively last night.

If Bulma hadn't stopped him, Trunks felt he probably wouldn't have survived.

The man named Beckett was so powerful that his abilities far exceeded his previous understanding.

"Super Saiyan God..."

"God...?"

Recalling the feeling of helplessness he had when facing Beckett last night, Trunks bit his lip in frustration.

"There's one more thing, Trunks."

"Um?"

"I want you to apologize to Beckett for your recklessness last night."

Uneasy about Trunks going with Beckett, Bulma could only try her best to salvage the situation, hoping that Lord Beckett would be magnanimous and not hold it against Trunks.

"Why—I understand now." Trunks' excited expression froze for a moment, then he calmed down instantly.

He, now fighting alone on the battlefield, is no longer the naive young man he once was; he has learned to think for himself.

Bulma could guess why Beckett specifically asked him to come along on the first trip, Trunks could too.

"Good that you understand." Bulma stroked her son's unwilling cheek and said nothing more.

Ultimately, this all stemmed from Beckett's distrust.

It's only human nature.

However, Beckett's approach was too forceful for the mother and son, but there was no solution.

Beckett's terrifying strength was the source of his confidence and ability to do this, and neither Trunks nor Bulma could resist him.

Get up and wash up.

When Trunks arrived at the restaurant area, he saw a blue robot cat waving at him and saying, "Good morning."

"Good morning--"

Um?!

Wrong!

Trunks, who had just casually replied, suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why isn't this robot cat speaking English?

"I spent some time last night tweaking my language system and received a language program package sponsored by your mother, Ms. Bulma."

Perhaps noticing the confusion in Trunks' eyes, Woz, who was drinking engine oil, grinned and explained the reason to him.

As a self-aware Artificial Intelligence life form, evolving a new language pack skill is not a problem for it.

Not to mention that Bulma, a scientist who can be described as a genius, also helped them.

Bulma also gave Beckett a language Capsule that would allow him to become fluent in Japanese after swallowing it.

"Ms. Bulma, I have prepared the relevant production data on durable materials. When can we begin?" Bulma, who was following Trunks out, was asked by Woz before she could say anything.

"Anytime is fine." Bulma had no reason to refuse.

Bulma patted her son's shoulder to reassure him, then followed Woz, who had gotten up from his chair, out of the room.

Time machine...?

Bulma's gaze followed Trunks's back as he looked outside, where he saw the man's silhouette.

The man whom his robot cat sidekick calls "Super Saiyan God".

Beckett.

"I'm sorry about what happened last night."

"I was too impulsive and didn't understand the whole story."

Trunks, carrying a longsword, stepped out of the house and apologized to Beckett, who was sitting on the rubble.

Beckett, still looking at the documents in his hand, glanced back and asked, "Are all the Saiyan in your world as weak as you?"

"..." Trunks was momentarily at a loss for words.

What do you mean that Saiyan in your world are as weak as you?

Even if I have weaknesses, that's no reason for you to look down on me like this.

"I don't know, but I do know that there is a very strong Saiyan in our world."

"It's the Son Goku that my mother mentioned yesterday, the one who killed Frieza."

Trunks directly invoked the great god Son Goku to bolster the status of his world.

If Son Goku hadn't died of a heart attack, the androids in this world wouldn't have been so arrogant; they would have been dealt with long ago.

This is the conclusion Trunks reached after years of Bulma's constant nagging.

The strongest Saiyan on Earth, the pillar of the world— Son Goku.

Or rather, Kakarot.

"Heart disease...?"

Beckett, who only knew that Son Goku had died of illness but not that he died of a heart attack, was taken aback upon hearing this.

The familiar words instantly stirred up long-dormant memories in his mind—it was when Beckett was still undergoing Thanos's training in the Dark Order. The continuous high-intensity training and drugs overwhelmed his heart, causing him to suffer from a toxin invasion and thus develop a heart crisis.

Fortunately, Thanos discovered it in time; otherwise, it would be questionable whether Beckett would still be able to continue his life on the cosmic stage.

"How strong was this Kakarot you're talking about when he was alive?"

Dragon Ball, Universe 7.

Frieza, his entire body radiating a metallic sheen, stood by the window, watching the planets rushing past him, his smile gradually turning cruel.

"Do you intend to conquer that place called Earth?"

Frieza's father, the King Cold who pulled Frieza back from the brink of death, sat in the head seat, looked at his youngest son, and asked.

"Of course, Father."

"I'm going to kill all of that damn Saiyan's comrades before he comes back."

"I want to immerse him in boundless suffering from which he cannot escape!"

"I will take over the planet he was protecting, and I will make him suffer eternal damnation!"

Frieza's face was etched with twisted hatred.

If it weren't for that damned Super Saiyan, how could he have ended up in this ugly state?

Every time Frieza wakes up and sees his current appearance after being rescued by various mechanical components, his hatred for that Saiyan intensifies.

It's all that Saiyan's fault!

I was supposed to update these past couple of days, but I realized I made a mistake, so I had to delete the backup draft and rewrite it...

The Dragon Ball manga that was sent from home arrived, but when I flipped to the Android Saga, I realized I wrote the wrong opening...

When Frieza arrived Yamcha and Bulma hadn't broken up yet, Vegeta was still single even though he lived at Bulma's house, no one knew Instant Transmission, and Son Goku hadn't even returned to Earth yet...

Fortunately, of the published chapters, only the last part of the chapter from a couple of days ago needs to be revised, so it's not a huge project...