"Son Mirai is back!"
Bulma rushed out of the room first and ran towards Son Mirai.
She was wearing a homely loose T-shirt, her hair was tied casually into a ponytail, and she had slippers on her feet, which made a snapping sound when she ran.
"Why did it take so long? I was worried to death!"
Son Mirai smiled and touched the back of Bulma's head, "No way, he is not on Earth, and I have to find him, so the journey takes a long time."
If Supreme Kai can take me there, it will be over in one hour."
"As long as it's solved!"
Bulma leaned lazily on Son Mirai's chest.
"Now, all Zamasu have been solved, and we can finally rest easy!"
Son Mirai nodded, lightly kissed Bulma's forehead, and responded, "Well, yes, I haven't slept well these past few days. I want to have a good sleep----"
At this moment, Trunks walked out of Time Machine. Seeing this scene, he smiled slightly.
The mother in this time and space looks so happy.
Son Mirai and Bulma quickly separated.
Trunks On the contrary, he felt a little embarrassed, and then he deliberately looked away, but inadvertently glanced towards the door of the living room.
Another figure is coming out from there.
She has short golden hair, blue eyes, and a face that is so delicate that it is almost cold.
Wearing a simple black short jacket and tight jeans, he walked with a lazy temperament.
Trunks I will never forget this face.
Cyborg Android 18.
At this moment, Trunks's brain felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over it.
He has never seen Android 18 in this time and space.
In his memory, Android 18 was the killing machine that destroyed the future world together with Android 17.
He grew up in fear and woke up countless times from nightmares of Android 18 hunting down survivors.
Although the clothes are different and the temperament is completely different, he will never mistake that face and outline.
"Be careful!"
Trunks rushed forward with a lunge. The sound of the long sword being unsheathed was clear and cold, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Android 18.
Android 18 frowned, raised his hand and stretched out two fingers to pinch the blade of Trunks's sword.
Then with a flick, Trunks was thrown away.
Fortunately, Android 18 didn't exert much force, and Trunks landed smoothly with just a few rolls.
Bulma shouted, "Trunks, what are you doing?"
Trunks said anxiously, "Mom, she is the android Android 18, she will kill you!"
"Kill us?"
Bulma was shocked for a moment, and the courtyard became quiet.
Android 18 stopped, tilted his head, looked at the young man pointing the sword at him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"What are you doing? Why should I kill them?
Bulma slapped himself on the forehead.
"It's over, forget about this."
She walked quickly to Trunks, reached out and held down the arm holding his sword.
"Trunks, calm down, calm down! Put down the sword! She is not the enemy! The Android 18 of this world is not the enemy!"
Trunks was stunned.
Just when he was stunned, Android 18 had already walked closer.
She didn't even look at Trunks, and didn't even care about the sword pointed at her. She walked straight past him and stopped in front of Son Mirai.
Then he naturally helped Son Mirai straighten his collar.
The action was extremely casual, holding the collar with two fingers and pulling it gently, but the intimacy revealed inadvertently was more real than any couple Trunks had ever seen.
His brain couldn't turn around at all.
There's something wrong with this android Android 18!
Bulma stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Trunks's eyes.
"Hey, come to your senses."
Trunks suddenly came to his senses and asked, "What the hell is going on?
Isn't she Android 18? Isn't she an android? Isn't she supposed to——"
Bulma sighed and patted his son on the shoulder.
"More than ten years have passed and I have forgotten about it!
Let me tell you, the Android 18 in our world is a good person.
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"W-what the hell is going on----"
Trunks took two steps back, his face full of disbelief.
Son Mirai allowed Android 18 to stop his arm and said to Trunks, "Trunks, Android 17 and Android 18 in our time and space have not been completely brainwashed, so they are still good people----"
Trunks still can't digest this news.
Bulma quickly advised, "Okay, you are all hungry, the restaurant has left food for you----"
Son Mirai shook his head, took Android 18's arm, and walked into the restaurant.
"Wait for me!"
Bulma immediately abandoned his son, ran after him, and grabbed Son Mirai's other arm.
The three of them walked into the house warmly side by side.
Seeing Bulma hugging his mother and his enemy, Trunks stood in the courtyard, stunned.
This world is so crazy.
My traveling through time and space must have had a bad impact, and my mind is no longer clear.
At this moment, Android 18 turned around.
"Aren't you going to eat? Why are you so dazed?"
Trunks came back to his senses.
"Oh, come on, come on----"
The restaurant is filled with the aroma of food.
Steamed crabs, braised prawns, braised pork ribs, and a few other stir-fried dishes are all Son Mirai's favorites.
Trunks Sitting on one side of the dining table, looking at the lively scene in front of him, he always felt that something was not quite real.
"Eat quickly, eat quickly, you are thinner than you were ten years ago.
Trunks nodded and started eating.
As soon as Bulma sat down, he reached out and grabbed a prawn, peeled off the shell neatly, and put the pink and white shrimp meat into Son Mirai's bowl.
Before Son Mirai could say thanks, Android 18 also moved on the other side.
She was not as fussy as Bulma. She quietly picked the largest crab, opened the lid, removed the gills, and removed the pliers, all in a quick and clean manner.
The crab roe is plump and the crab meat is as white as snow. After peeling, it is neatly stacked on a small plate and pushed in front of Son Mirai.
Then she just stuck her chin and looked sideways at him lovingly.
Son Mirai felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. "----Why are you looking at me?"
"Let's see what you eat." Android 18 said matter-of-factly.
Bulma said "tsk" from the side. "Look at how good people are at serving others, but you don't even say thank you when I peel shrimps."
Son Mirai quickly picked up a piece of ribs and put it into Bulma's bowl. "Thank you, my wife."
Bulma snorted, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Trunks sat across from him, his chopsticks hanging in mid-air, and his whole figure seemed to be frozen.
He watched helplessly as Android 18 picked up a peeled shrimp and handed it directly to Son Mirai's mouth.
Son Mirai hesitated for a few tenths of a second, then opened his mouth and answered.
Android 18 took back his hand, clasped his chin and continued to look at Son Mirai, with a very faint smile in his eyes.
Trunks took a deep breath and continued to eat uneasily.
Android 18 suddenly raised his head and looked at Trunks and asked, "By the way, your name is Trunks, right?"
Trunks raised his head and looked at Android 18.
"What's wrong?"
Android 18 asked, "I also heard that the future me is a bad person, so how did the future me die in the end?"
"The future you and Android 17 were both killed with the help of Mr. Son Mirai."
At this moment, the restaurant became quiet.