I Am Jiang Ling

Jiang Ling and Bulma lived a sweet and happy life.

Goku specifically came to visit.

Jiang Ling was happy to see him, and he and Goku became very good friends.

A month passed.

A mysterious visitor caught Jiang Ling off guard.

Jiang Ling looked at the light purple-haired youth before him, somewhat stunned.

"Didn't you go back?"

Trunks shook his head and smiled, "No, I'm very interested in you."

Jiang Ling nodded and invited him into the house.

He asked Bulma to make tea.

Bulma served tea to Trunks.

The latter immediately stood up and took it with both hands...

His polite demeanor surprised Bulma.

Trunks thought to himself, even if you're not with Vegeta in this timeline, you're still my mother...

But he didn't say this out loud.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Ling sent Bulma away. He watched her retreating back, a faint smile on his lips.

He turned to Trunks and got straight to the point.

"Trunks, why did you come to find me this time?"

Jiang Ling didn't believe that Trunks had been aimless for a month just to hang out.

Trunks paused and said, "I do have something to ask of you this time."

"After all, you know everything about me, even before I reveal it, like a prophet."

"Can I invite you to my world?"

Trunks said this, looking at Jiang Ling with expectant eyes.

"..."

Jiang Ling scratched his head.

This was something he hadn't expected.

In his past life, he had read many Dragon Ball novels. The protagonists were usually invited by Trunks, either brought by the system or shamelessly begging Trunks to take them.

This was the first time someone had actively sought him out.

However, thinking about the future world, Jiang Ling felt a bit of a headache.

That was the playground of the androids, where humans were their playthings and cities were destroyed and desolate.

Jiang Ling also wanted to go, but his combat power seemed insufficient...

"Trunks, I want to go too, but my strength isn't quite enough right now..."

Trunks smiled and said, "You can improve with me. Do you usually feel that your strength grows slowly when you train alone? We can spar with each other; strength grows fastest through mutual practice!"

As he spoke, his eyes fixed on Jiang Ling, full of anticipation and hope.

"..."

Jiang Ling really couldn't bear to refuse. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then I'll discuss it with your mom..."

Trunks: "???"

Although she is indeed my mom, please don't take advantage like that!

Jiang Ling walked to Bulma's side, put his arm around her slender waist, brought his lips close to her ear, and whispered, "Bulma, I might have to leave for a while..."

Feeling the warmth from his breath near her ear, Bulma's body instantly went soft, and her face turned red.

But upon hearing his words, Bulma's eyes widened.

"Go where? You can bear to leave me?"

"Alright, alright, it's something important, I'll be back as soon as possible..."

"Then... leave tomorrow."

Jiang Ling shivered all over.

The next day.

Jiang Ling, holding his waist, arrived at the agreed-upon meeting spot with Trunks.

"What's wrong with you?"

As a young boy, Trunks didn't know why.

Jiang Ling fell silent and said resentfully, "It's all your mom... I said I didn't want it, but she kept insisting..."

"???"

"What are you talking about??"

The pure Trunks indicated he didn't understand.

Trunks took out the Time Machine.

The Time Machine was oval-shaped overall, with a cockpit on top.

The Capsule Corporation logo was on the fuselage.

The appearance was similar to what Jiang Ling knew.

Trunks adjusted the Time Machine.

Then the two entered the cockpit, pressed the button on top, and the Time Machine activated, taking the two away from their spot and into the Time Tunnel.

The Time Tunnel was colorful and magnificent. Jiang Ling and Trunks looked curiously at the scenery outside.

It was Jiang Ling's first time, so he was naturally very curious.

As for Trunks, it was his second time, and he hadn't seen enough yet.

Soon.

The Time Machine disappeared into the tunnel.

It then appeared in another time and space, amidst ruins.

The city was a pile of rubble, and it was raining.

The sky was overcast, and a fine drizzle fell.

The entire environment was tinged with a gray hue.

Jiang Ling's first feeling was oppression.

It felt like a stone was in his heart, very oppressive.

"Has your world always been like this?"

Jiang Ling's expression was extremely solemn. It seemed the severity of this world exceeded his imagination.

Trunks waved his hand.

"No, no, no..."

"It just happens to be a cloudy and rainy day today."

Jiang Ling: "..."

Alright, he admitted he was overthinking it.

But the surrounding environment was too... unsightly.

Fine rain fell on the ruins, and lonely whimpering sounds echoed through them.

"Let's go, let's go back to my place. I haven't been back for over a month," Trunks said.

Jiang Ling nodded.

He summoned a hovercar and drove directly through the ruined city roads.

Soon, they arrived at a convenience store.

Jiang Ling asked doubtfully, "Here?"

Trunks nodded.

He then moved a shelf, and behind the shelf, an iron door appeared. Trunks took out a key and opened it.

Jiang Ling was truly amazed.

He knew Bulma had a secret base here, but he hadn't expected it to be accessed like this.

After the two went in, Trunks restored the outside, locked the door, and then walked down the stairs.

Footsteps echoed in the stairwell, sounding somewhat muffled.

Soon, another door was opened.

What greeted them seemed like another world.

It was completely different from the outside.

One area was cultivating vegetables and fruit trees, while another was raising poultry.

These are all to guarantee daily necessities.

Passing through this area, they arrived at a room.

Inside was the living area.

Tap tap tap.

Trunks knocked on the door, "I'm back."

"Coming, coming."

A pleasant, mature voice came from inside.

The door opened.

A beautiful woman appeared before them.

Time had made her mature, evidenced by the few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

But it hadn't diminished her beauty much; in fact, it lent her a special charm.

Her long blue hair cascaded over her shoulders.

Her skin was fair.

Her figure was full.

Her smile was gentle.

Jiang Ling instantly felt as if he had crossed worlds.

Just moments ago, the young and beautiful Bulma had been reluctantly bidding him farewell.

Now, he saw a mature, beautiful version of Bulma...

"Mom, this is Jiang Ling. I brought him back from the past to help."

Trunks introduced him.

"Hi, I'm Jiang Ling."