Bulma and Trunks

Inside the home of Trunks, Son Gohan lay on the bed, his breathing steady and rhythmic, fast asleep.

As for his filthy clothes, they had already been removed, and his entire body was wrapped in bandages, leaving only his eyes, nose, and mouth exposed, making him look just like a mummy.

"Fifteen broken bones throughout his body, multiple internal hemorrhages, a cerebral hemorrhage, and extensive muscle tearing. To still be alive after such severe injuries—the vitality of a Saiyan is truly unimaginably tenacious."

Bulma sighed, then fed a Recovery Potion to Son Gohan.

After finishing, she pulled Trunks aside and asked, "Trunks, what exactly happened? Even though Gohan suffered such grave trauma, he was clearly still alive, yet yesterday you..."

"Brother Gohan was bleeding all over the ground yesterday, and he didn't have any breath left, so I buried him. I'm sorry..." Trunks wiped his reddened eyes and lowered his head.

"In that case, tell Mother everything that happened yesterday from start to finish," Bulma said.

"Yes, okay."

Trunks nodded, recalling the events of yesterday, and began to recount them to Bulma word for word.

"It was like this: after Brother Gohan and I finished training yesterday, the Androids suddenly appeared in a nearby city and began widespread destruction."

"I originally wanted to go with Brother Gohan to stop these two Androids, but Brother Gohan tricked me; he quietly knocked me unconscious."

"By the time I woke up and rushed over, it was already too late. Brother Gohan was lying in a pool of blood, and there was no sign of life left. As for those two hateful Androids, they were nowhere to be found."

When he reached this point, Trunks clenched his fists until they turned white, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"After that, I buried Brother Gohan..."

It was exactly the same as what Trunks had told her, crying, when he returned yesterday.

There was no difference at all.

Bulma was silent for a moment, then said, "Gohan is blessed with great fortune; he must not have truly died yesterday. It was you, you brat, who acted recklessly..."

Bulma raised her hand, intending to strike Trunks.

But looking at Trunks, who kept his head lowered with red-rimmed eyes, her gaze flickered, and she sighed, pulling her hand back.

"Sigh, forget it. In any case, we should thank the gods that he is still alive."

Trunks must be feeling very guilty right now.

After all, no one wanted Gohan to be alive more than he did; he respected and admired Gohan so much.

Bulma's expression softened, and she reached out to ruffle Trunks's soft hair.

Son Gohan slept soundly for two and a half days.

By the third day, he finally woke up.

He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before remembering that he had been reborn.

He was now at the home of Trunks.

He spent another half minute before finally managing to turn his head.

A purple-haired youth was slumped at the foot of the bed, sleeping soundly, a smile on his face as if he were dreaming of something pleasant.

A beautiful woman in a white lab coat was constantly busy in the room, flipping through notes one moment and using a computer to run endless calculations the next.

In the center of the room sat a semi-finished instrument with a very unique design.

Son Gohan glanced at the machine, his mind turning for a long time before he realized this was likely the legendary Time Machine.

Years later, Trunks would use this machine to travel back more than a decade to deliver the special medicine for the heart virus to Son Goku.

Son Goku would be saved.

The timeline would be split there, From then on becoming two different worlds.

Thinking of these things, Son Gohan swallowed, feeling his mouth dry and his throat parched, as if it were about to smoke.

"Tr, Trunks, water."

Son Gohan whispered, his voice extremely hoarse.

Following that, he lifted his mummy-wrapped leg and nudged Trunks's arm.

"Ah! Who kicked me?"

Trunks woke up with a start.

He widened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

Then, he saw Son Gohan blinking at him.

"Brother Gohan, you, you're awake? That's great, that's really great." The youth's face was full of surprise, but he clearly hadn't heard what Son Gohan had just said.

"You brat, get Gohan some water." Bulma walked over and gave Trunks a sharp tap on the head.

"Ah, oh, right." Trunks finally reacted, grabbed the water bottle from the bedside table, opened the cap, and held it to Son Gohan's lips.

He took two sips, spilled one and a half, and the water trickled down the corners of his mouth, soaking the bandages on his neck.

"I'll do it myself," Son Gohan said.

He wriggled to sit up straight.

Son Gohan found the bandages on his hands too cumbersome, making movement very difficult.

So he shook his right arm, and a trace of ki dispersed, shattering the bandages.

He took the water bottle from Trunks and downed the water inside with a few gulps.

Bulma sat beside him and asked with concern, "Gohan, how are you feeling now?"

Son Gohan glanced at Bulma and said, "Much better, I'm just very hungry."

His stomach, as if in agreement, rumbled loudly.

"Mom, I'm hungry too," Trunks also said.

"That's good. Gohan, you rest well and don't move around recklessly. I'll go make you something to eat," Bulma said with a smile, then looked at Trunks and pulled him.

"Trunks, you come help too."

"Okay." Trunks nodded.

"Brother Gohan, I'll go make food with Mom first. I'll talk to you later," Trunks said with a smile.

"Mm, okay," Son Gohan replied.

The mother and son left the bedside and walked towards the kitchen.

Now, Dr. Brief and his wife were dead, and Vegeta was also dead.

Bulma's family was left with just mother and son, relying on each other.

However, Son Gohan was even more miserable than them.

He was the only one left in his family.

Chi-Chi and the Ox-King had both died more than a year ago, around the time his left arm was broken.

During the few days he was unconscious, the androids had attacked Mount Paozu.

When Bulma and Trunks brought out plates of food, they found Son Gohan already dressed in his bright yellow martial arts uniform, carefully examining the half-finished Time Machine in the middle of the room.

Bulma placed the dishes on the table and exclaimed, "Gohan, why didn't you listen and got out of bed? Your body isn't healed yet, you need to rest for at least another week."

Son Gohan turned back and smiled, "I feel fine now. All I need is a good meal, and I'll be good as new, hahaha."

"Honestly, you're becoming more and more like Goku."

"Always so careless with your body."

Bulma said with a tone of reproach.

"But I really feel fine now, I'm just very, very hungry."

"How long was I unconscious?" Son Gohan asked curiously.

"Today is the third day. Alright, then hurry up and wash your hands. You can eat after you wash them," Bulma said.

"No wonder I'm so hungry. That means I haven't eaten for at least three or four days," Son Gohan murmured, touching his stomach, then went to wash his hands.

After washing their hands, they all sat down and began to eat.

While eating, Trunks looked at Son Gohan, hesitating for a long time, before finally speaking.

"Brother Gohan, that day, I thought you were dead. I couldn't feel any of your ki or heartbeat, and your body had gone cold, so... so I buried you. I'm sorry."

"Yes, Gohan, what exactly happened?" Bulma also asked.

Son Gohan glanced at Trunks, then at Bulma, and stuffed a large bun into his mouth, eating like a starving ghost.

After swallowing the bun, he said seriously, "Saiyans are incredibly resilient. It's true that I was no different from being dead at the time. If my will had been even slightly weaker, I would have truly died. I thought that Android 17 and 18 were still out there, not yet defeated, so I struggled and crawled back."

"Trunks, we can't fall so easily. Otherwise, there will be no warriors to defend Earth. We must train hard and strive to eliminate those damned androids as soon as possible. When I returned a few days ago, I sensed you were becoming complacent."

"Yes, yes, Brother Gohan!" Trunks nodded heavily.

As expected of Brother Gohan, his words were so inspiring.

They sounded incredibly motivating.