Disasters Always Pass
"But they're still so young, Gohan only became Super Saiyan when he was almost an adult..."
Bulma exclaimed in surprise that, as far as she knew, training to become Super Saiyan was not easy. In addition to the unpredictable transformation conditions, basic strength was also a major factor limiting the emergence of Super Saiyan. Even Son Gohan, who was always considered a genius, had to go through many hardships before he broke through his limits.
"Mom, don't underestimate them just because they're young. They're all incredibly skilled fighters. My strength is at best only enough to fight Bulla to a draw, and Askari is probably even stronger."
To increase credibility, Trunks explained the details of his duel with Bulla to Bulma.
When Bulma learned that her son could only fight Bulla to a draw, Bulma was stunned. She couldn't believe that such terrifying power was hidden in Bulla's small body.
"You mean Bulla is about as good as you? But she's only six or seven years old."
"Don't underestimate my strength just because I'm young. I've been receiving rigorous training on the Planet Sadala since I was little. Apart from my sister Askari and cousin, no one can compare to me. Besides, I'm six years old this year." Bulla puffed out his cheeks unhappily.
"So Bulla is only six years old. He's so amazing at such a young age. He'll definitely be an outstanding warrior in the future."
"Of course!" Bulla beamed, puffing out his chest proudly.
"So cute."
Bulla's adorable appearance made Bulma's eyes light up, and she hugged Bulla tightly, rubbing her face against him. Bulla just thought he was being held by his "mother," making whimpering sounds.
Bulma had long wanted a daughter, Bulla's arrival fulfilled one of her wishes. Trunks hadn't seen his mother so relaxed in a long time, and couldn't help but stand beside her grinning foolishly.
That night, in the cramped underground research room, Bulma carefully prepared a meal. The food was not lavish, consisting of only a few simple vegetarian dishes and some steamed buns. These were vegetables that Bulma had grown herself, as well as supplies regularly delivered by the resistance.
In a post-apocalyptic world, there's no room for being picky; having food at all is already a blessing.
"There's nothing fancy to offer, please make do with this." Bulma brought out a bowl of soup from the kitchen, turned off the gas, and then sat down next to Bulla.
"Hmm." Luo Fei and the others didn't mind and picked up their bowls and chopsticks to start eating.
Saiyan have enormous appetites, so the food Bulma prepared was naturally not enough for them. The entire meal was quickly devoured, and they barely managed to eat about three-tenths of what they needed.
"Gurgle gurgle~~" Bulla rubbed his stomach, still not full. Luo Fei shook his head and took out the food he had prepared in advance from the Hoi-Poi Capsule. Bulma and Trunks were stunned for a moment when they saw the sumptuous food in front of them, and then they were attracted by the wonderful aroma.
"I haven't seen such delicious food in many years," Bulma said nostalgically.
Trunks had never seen such a lavish meal before, and couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Eat up, I have plenty more here. After we eliminate the Android, we can eat these dishes often."
"Um."
"It's definitely possible. Earth's civilization will shine again." Trunks' tone was firm, and he had never been so confident. He believed that with the help of Luo Fei and the others, Earth's civilization could definitely be restored to its pre-disaster state.
At this moment, everyone relaxed and enjoyed their meal, chatting and laughing.
After a hearty meal, Trunks, Luo Fei, Askari went to the next room to discuss how to deal with the Android. Bulma, on the other hand, helped Bulla clean up the kitchen waste. Perhaps because they were mother and daughter, Bulma and Bulla got along very well. They even slept in the same bed at night, listening to Bulla tell stories about another world.
The next morning.
The sky was hazy, and the desolate West City was still shrouded in gloom. The great war of the past had disturbed the earth's atmosphere, and the misty dust drifted in the high sky, forming thick dark clouds that could not be dispersed for a long time.
Early in the morning, after breakfast, Luo Fei and Askari put on their purple Battle Suit and began to warm up. Trunks wore his blue jacket as always, with a greatsword on his back, while Bulla wore an orange-red martial arts uniform of the Turtle School, with the character "Sun" printed on his chest.
"Bulla's outfit looks like Goku's; it's like seeing Goku as a child." Bulma tidied up Bulla's purple hair and tied it into a ponytail with a hair tie.
Bulma brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead and looked at her with satisfaction. "So dashing, you look especially handsome."
"Is he as cool as Askari?" Bulla, squinting his crescent-shaped eyes.
"Certainly!"
"Hehe!" Bulla laughed happily.
"Mom, we're going to deal with the Android. There might be some tremors on Earth in a little while. Please stay home and wait patiently for our good news." Trunks said goodbye to Bulma with great confidence before leaving.
This damn world, finally there is hope for change.
"Go for it!" Bulma said earnestly.
"Mmm." Trunks gave a strong "Mmm," took a breath, and said, "Luo Fei, Askari, Bulla, let's go!"
Luo Fei: "Although our strength surpasses that of the Android, we cannot be careless. Earth is too fragile, and a fair fight is obviously inappropriate. When the battle begins, Trunks will draw their attention, while the rest of us will hide in the shadows and launch a lightning attack to wipe them out."
"Clear!"
"Everything is proceeding according to plan."
After speaking, four golden rays of light began to rise into the sky, and a stream of air swept through the sky. Luo Fei and his companions flew straight towards the location of the Android. Considering that the android might resort to desperate measures and even attempt to take them down with it, their goal was clear: to kill it with a single blow and give the Android no chance to react.
Watching Luo Fei and the others disappear, Bulma came to her senses, her hopeful gaze lingering on the sky for a long time...
She believes that the disaster will eventually pass.
The Planet God-Killer, outside the Twelve Universes of the Zeno, exists in a bright and beautiful space, just like the God Realm, filled with divine energy.
It is a place created by high-ranking deities specifically for training combat-type gods.
Suddenly, a blinding light pierced their eyes, and Roland, Sephiria, Broly appeared at the entrance to the Planet God-Killer. All around them was a vast, boundless grassland, and under their feet was a small path paved with bluestone, which wound its way to the horizon, where a curved shape appeared in the distance.
"Roland, is this the Planet God-Killer?" Sephiria looked around, her face radiating a serene glow like that of a lily.
Roland shook her head. "Not yet. Only after crossing that threshold can one Planet God-Killer."
Following the direction the finger pointed, a magnificent, golden gate, over twenty meters high, came into view. The gate was made of some unknown material, with intricate patterns carved on both sides, and the top shimmering with light, adorned with several large gilded characters in relief.
"The Planet God-Killer is divided into 108 layers, each of which is like an independent space. The internal spaces are nested and overlapped with each other, constantly cycling. It is easy to lose your way after entering, so you must be extremely careful. If you feel any danger, press the Communicator that Whis gave you, and he will come to pick you up."
"Sephiria, Broly, you two start your training from the first floor. I'm going straight to the 40th floor."
"OK."
"I understand." Sephiria and Broly nodded in unison.
With a calm smile, Roland and the others were ready and, with unwavering resolve, strode towards the gate. In the blink of an eye, the stars reversed, the sun and moon shifted, and when they came to their senses, they had already entered the first level of space on the Planet God-Killer.
The first level of the inner space of the Planet God-Killer is a frigid winter environment, with gravity approximately 100 times that of the outside world, and a scorching energy permeating the air. The fierce and brutal killing aura here is far less subtle and pervasive than that on the God-Making Planet.
The trial has begun.
After giving a brief explanation, Roland bid farewell to Sephiria and the others and immediately sped up. Since he had already experienced the first 40 levels when Marcarita brought him here last time, Roland knew the way well and quickly arrived at the 41st level of the Planet God-Killer.