Another Saiyan

"Jiang Ling~"

A melodious female voice came from far away.

Jiang Ling's expression shifted, and he immediately flew over.

He saw a beautiful blue-haired girl hurrying toward him, panting.

Who else could it be but Bulma?

Jiang Ling flew over at once and slipped an arm around her slender waist.

He wiped the sweat from Bulma's face.

"Didn't I tell you to wait where you were?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

When Bulma saw Jiang Ling, her worried expression instantly turned to delight.

"As long as you're okay! I was so worried about you! You're not that strong, but you just had to show off!"

"Oh? I'm not that strong? I'll show you tonight just how strong I am!"

Jiang Ling raised an eyebrow and gave her a mischievous look.

Bulma's pretty face flushed. "Pfft! No naughty stuff!"

Jiang Ling's expression suddenly turned serious, and he pressed a deep kiss to Bulma's lips.

Bulma's beautiful eyes widened in surprise. Feeling Jiang Ling's breath, she gradually wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back.

After a long while,

their lips parted.

Jiang Ling held her tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Jiang Ling, you... what's gotten into you?"

Bulma's face was faintly red, and she was a little puzzled. He had never acted so strangely before.

"Nothing... I just want to hold you."

Jiang Ling spoke softly.

Bulma gently stroked the back of his tall frame without saying a word.

The two embraced in the air, free of all other thoughts, savoring the moment.

Not far away, a group of Earth's warriors glanced their way but didn't disturb them.

They left the young couple some space to themselves.

A breeze swept by.

Leaves were caught in the wind and carried into the sky.

Two of them landed on Yamcha's and Vegeta's heads.

Everyone went their separate ways, each looking for their own family.

After clearing the battlefield, the group was about to disperse when a boy with light purple hair appeared, a greatsword strapped to his back.

He looked around at everyone and asked in surprise, "Has Frieza been defeated?"

"Yes. Who are you? How do you know about Frieza?" Piccolo asked, puzzled.

The others were puzzled too.

None of them knew the boy. Why did he know about Frieza?

The mysterious boy shook his head. "I... can't tell you."

Bulma had a sharp eye and noticed the logo on the boy's clothes.

"Where did you get those clothes? Why do they have the Capsule Corporation logo?"

The mysterious boy shook his head again. "I can't tell you that, either."

"What's with him?" Bulma muttered. "So secretive. What a weirdo."

The boy checked the time, then said to everyone, "Everyone, Mr. Goku will be arriving on Earth soon. If you want to meet him, follow me."

With that, he flew off in one direction.

The others looked at one another and reached a conclusion.

"If he knows Goku's name, he must be Goku's friend."

"But how does he know Goku's about to arrive on Earth?"

"I don't know."

Piccolo looked around, then followed.

Vegeta snorted and flew after him.

Seeing the two of them take the lead, the others followed as well.

Jiang Ling let out a breath. "Trunks still came, just a little later than before."

Thinking this, he scooped Bulma up and flew after them.

When they reached a spot,

Trunks took out another Capsule, which turned into a small refrigerator.

The Capsule Corporation logo was printed on the fridge.

He opened it, revealing all kinds of drinks inside.

The drinks had Capsule Corporation logos on them too.

Trunks took out a bottle and waved it at the group. "Help yourselves if you want a drink!"

"Thanks, kid."

"Much appreciated."

Bulma walked over too and picked up a drink. As she looked at the logo on the can, her brow furrowed even more.

Her family definitely didn't make any of these drinks! So how...?

What a weirdo.

Bulma nestled in Jiang Ling's arms.

They whispered to each other, their cheeks nearly touching.

The sweet, cloying scent of romance spread through the whole group.

Trunks watched them, confused.

What was going on?

According to his mother, at this point she was still with Yamcha.

She hadn't mentioned anyone else. So how could this be?

Who was the man beside his young mother?

How had they gotten so close?!

Jiang Ling noticed him looking over and grinned. "I'm Jiang Ling, and this is my girlfriend, Bulma!"

After that, he said no more.

Hearing this, Trunks thought, How is this possible? Who's Jiang Ling? Why has my future mother never mentioned him?

Seeing his confused expression, Jiang Ling couldn't help laughing to himself.

He went straight over and put an arm around Trunks's shoulders. "Want to go chat over there?"

Jiang Ling pointed off to one side.

Trunks was about to refuse when Jiang Ling lowered his voice and said in his ear,

"Trunks, you don't want your name getting spread around, do you?"

Trunks's eyes narrowed.

He gave Jiang Ling a long look, then said, "Let's go."

The two of them went to the other side.

Jiang Ling offered him a cigarette.

Trunks waved it away, indicating that he didn't smoke.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"I'm Jiang Ling. Jiang Ling's Jiang, Jiang Ling's Ling," Jiang Ling said with a smile.

"Your father is Vegeta, and your mother is Bulma, right? You came from the future."

"That's right. How did you know?!"

"You might never be born. Bulma is mine now."

"What?!"

Trunks stared at him.

Not far away, Piccolo's eyelid twitched, and a tempest of shock rose in his heart.

But his excellent control over his expression kept him from showing it.

He quietly watched the drama unfold.

"I know you're a Super Saiyan too! I'm—"

Jiang Ling smiled.

A tail emerged from behind him.

Trunks caught sight of it and exclaimed, "I see! I was wondering who had killed Frieza and King Cold. So it was you."

As he spoke, he transformed into a Super Saiyan!

Golden energy flared around him. His light purple hair lifted slightly at the sides, then turned gold.

His eyebrows turned gold, and his eyes became light green.

A textbook Super Saiyan!

Jiang Ling's lips curled up.

Whoosh!!

He transformed into a Super Saiyan too!

The two stood bathed in golden energy.

Their auras shone in harmony.

Not far away, Vegeta shook the green leaf off his head and stared at them in disbelief.

"What's going on?!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"There are no Saiyans left in this world apart from me, Kakarot, and his son!"

"Where did another one come from?!"

Vegeta stared blankly at the two Saiyans over there.

What he found hardest to accept was this:

Kakarot had been the first to become a Super Saiyan. That could have been a fluke.

Then Jiang Ling became the second Super Saiyan, and now this mysterious boy was one too!

And yet he, Prince Vegeta, with the noble bloodline of an elite warrior, still hadn't transformed into a Super Saiyan!

He couldn't help doubting himself.