Bulma from the Future Timeline

Bang!

A sharp sound rang out.

Just as the two were still talking, a bullet directly hit Ji Yun's cheek.

"Holy crap, what's going on? Someone's ambushing us?"

Ji Yun touched his face and complained weakly.

Firearms had no effect on his tough body; the bullet felt neither painful nor itchy against his face.

"Everyone, don't shoot! It's me, Trunks!"

Trunks gave Ji Yun an apologetic look, then shouted to the surroundings.

There was no other way. The Future World was too cruel.

People maintained a high level of vigilance at all times, never daring to be careless about anything suspicious.

"It's Trunks! Trunks is back!"

"Everyone, don't panic, he's not an enemy."

One after another, survivors hiding in the ruins began to emerge.

Everyone was in tatters, covered in dirt, their faces etched with hardship.

"Trunks, we're sorry. We didn't know it was you."

"We saw two figures suddenly appear and instinctively thought you were Androids!"

A White-haired Uncle said apologetically to Trunks.

"It's alright, Uncle. These are trying times, I understand!"

Ji Yun said calmly, feeling helpless.

Come on, I was the one attacked, I'm the victim, you should be apologizing to me.

"And who is this?"

The White-haired Uncle asked subconsciously.

In this world, Trunks was the only strong one.

Everyone else was an ordinary person. That shot just now, if it hadn't hit Trunks, it would have missed entirely.

A normal person would have been finished with just one shot.

Therefore, they didn't pay much attention to Mr. Ji Yun.

"Oh, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Ji Yun."

"A helper I've brought from the past, his strength is incredible!"

"Even stronger than me! He can definitely defeat the Androids!"

Trunks introduced him to the White-haired Uncle.

More and more people gathered around.

When they heard that this young man was even stronger than their savior, Trunks.

Everyone looked at Mr. Ji Yun with doubt.

Clearly, they didn't believe it.

"How can this guy be stronger than Trunks?"

A Bearded Middle-aged Man questioned.

"Don't try to comfort us anymore, Trunks, we haven't lost our confidence yet!"

The White-haired Uncle patted Trunks' shoulder and said comfortingly.

"That's right, Lord Trunks, as long as you are still here, we will definitely fight the Androids to the end."

"Exactly, to the end!"

"To the end!"

The crowd was impassioned, shouting loudly.

"No, everyone, Mr. Ji Yun is really..."

Trunks quickly tried to explain.

Mr. Ji Yun tugged at his clothes, interrupting his speech.

These people lived in the apocalypse, their fear of the Androids was deeply ingrained, and they had no hope for life.

If there had been someone this strong in the past, how could they have been living in such dire straits?

He was clearly being treated as a placebo to comfort them.

"Alright everyone, whether you believe it or not, I've come from the past to fight the Androids alongside you!"

Ji Yun smiled at them.

He didn't care about their skepticism at all.

Hearing this, the group nodded in agreement.

Setting aside the question of whether his strength was up to par, he had indeed come from the past to help them.

"Alright, everyone, let's head back first!"

"We can figure out our next move after that!"

Lord Trunks said helplessly.

He would just let his strength prove everything!

The group was quite convinced by Lord Trunks' words.

Without further delay, they withdrew from the area.

They headed toward the Survivor's Underground Base.

After about an hour of travel, the group arrived at a hidden entrance.

They carefully made their way down the stairs.

"Lord Trunks is back!"

The children in the base saw their idol return.

They immediately swarmed around him in a dense crowd.

Lord Trunks mingled with the children as well.

The gloomy underground space was suddenly filled with an atmosphere of joy.

Ji Yun, meanwhile, looked around his surroundings.

Most of the people in the underground base were the elderly, the weak, women, and children who lacked combat ability.

Their primary task was to provide logistical support for those fighting on the front lines.

"Mr. Ji Yun, let me take you to meet my mother first!"

Lord Trunks walked over to Ji Yun's side and said with a smile.

"Alright!"

Ji Yun nodded indifferently.

Inside, however, he was filled with a myriad of emotions.

Bulma in this era!

The two walked slowly to the end of the base, where a brightly lit building stood.

This was Bulma's Laboratory.

Bulma was also the only scientist left in this era.

"Mom, I'm back!"

Trunks pushed open the door and called out happily.

Bulma was at a computer, typing away incessantly.

Upon hearing Trunks' voice, she stopped her hands from tapping the keyboard and took off her glasses.

She looked at her son with a joyful expression.

"Trunks is back. How was it? Did you go to the past and see your father?"

Bulma asked, smiling as she looked at Trunks.

"Yeah, I saw him, but..."

Trunks paused, becoming somewhat hesitant.

"But what? Is your father too cold?"

"That sounds right; he is a proud man and very difficult to get along with."

Bulma smiled, her eyes filled with memories of the past.

Listening to his mother, Trunks recalled the image of Vegeta in his mind.

When he went to the past, the group of people on Earth were all living in peace.

Everyone was laughing and chatting, but it seemed like he was the only one beaten into the ground, and no one even went over to check on him.

Proud? He couldn't tell. He looked pretty miserable, actually!

"Mom, I didn't go to the past. The time machine took me to a Parallel Universe of the past!"

Trunks interrupted Bulma's reminiscence and explained.

"Hmm? Parallel Universe?"

Bulma looked somewhat confused, her brow furrowed slightly.

This shouldn't happen, she was very confident in what she had made.

It shouldn't be wrong.

"Oh, right, Mom. I want to introduce you to someone."

"This is Ji Yun, a powerful expert from another Parallel Universe. He's very formidable."

"He came here with me on the time machine to help us."

Trunks pointed to Ji Yun at the doorway and said.

Only then did Bulma notice that there was another person standing at the door.

Her tightly furrowed brow relaxed, and she greeted him with a smile.

She thought to herself, it seemed the time machine had indeed malfunctioned; there was no trace of this person in the past.

Meanwhile, Ji Yun's mind had wandered.

He stared blankly at the Bulma of this world, feeling a pang in his heart.

Even though he knew this place had nothing to do with him.

This Bulma was also from another timeline.

But seeing her haggard face, he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.