"No, no! It just slipped out. Carry on watching the show—uh, keep watching from the sidelines!"
Having accidentally angered everyone, Frieza could only offer a brief explanation.
Everyone glanced at Frieza, then thought about how much it hurt to be pelted by Watermelon Bobo. They wisely chose to keep watching the Saiyan Monkeys—no, Son Goku and the others.
Bulma was different. She was pretty bold, and more importantly, she was rich.
She tossed out a Capsule.
Poof~
A refrigerator appeared!
She opened the fridge. Inside, it was packed with Watermelon Bobo.
"Come on, everyone, give it a try! This is Mr. Frieza's latest invention. It tastes pretty good!"
Son Gohan was the first to step up. He stuck in a straw and took a long, hard sip, then rubbed the back of his head, where a bump had been raised by a Watermelon Bobo!
Gulp~
Son Goku glanced back at his friends, who were drinking their beverages and watching the fight. His mouth was watering.
"So, uh, Harry Potter-Conan, right? You go play with Vegeta for a bit. I'm gonna grab a drink!"
"Oh, Vegeta, don't rush. I'll save you a cup! But go easy on him, okay? He looks so frail. Don't accidentally kill him!"
Future Trunks: ...
Vegeta: ...
Watching Son Goku turn away and power down, Vegeta instantly flared up!
"Kakarot!!"
Son Goku turned back curiously, tilting his head in confusion.
Vegeta shouted furiously!
"Save me at least three cups!"
Son Goku toppled face-first to the ground. Future Trunks went down right after him, and Piccolo, Tien Shinhan, Krillin, Son Gohan, and the rest of the onlookers all spat out their Watermelon Bobo at once.
Fortunately, their spit-takes weren't nearly as powerful as Frieza's. Even Piccolo only left a few little holes in the ground.
Frieza was laughing so hard his stomach nearly hurt.
The one having the hardest time was Dodoria. As Frieza's subordinate, he wasn't allowed to laugh unless Frieza gave him permission, no matter how funny it was.
Unless—he just couldn't hold it in!
"Ah~ Hahahaha! Oh~ Hahaha!~ Brrr~~"
Frieza shot him a look, and Dodoria immediately shuddered all over and stopped laughing.
But his cheeks kept puffing out, his stomach kept twitching, and his eight-pack abs began quivering in a regular rhythm.
Everyone had thought that with things turning out this way, the fight wouldn't happen after all. They could all sit down and enjoy a refreshing summer drink together instead.
But things never seemed to go the way everyone expected.
Bang!!
A sound louder than a thunderclap rang out. Vegeta and Future Trunks were already fighting.
Bang~ Bang! Bang~ Bang!
The sounds came in a steady rhythm!
Thunderous booms rang out across the sky as Vegeta and Future Trunks clashed fists. It wasn't just sonic booms—waves of wind rolled over them one after another.
"Hmm, this breeze feels pretty nice. Drinking an ice-cold Watermelon Bobo while enjoying the cool wind is quite a treat."
Everyone agreed with Frieza.
Dodoria was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears. He nodded over and over, straw between his teeth.
It had been a long time coming. He'd finally been granted a cup of Watermelon Bobo. From now on, he would serve King Frieza with unwavering devotion until the day he died!
The battle continued. As Son Goku had said, Future Trunks could transform into a Super Saiyan, but compared to them, he really was as frail as a flower.
After just two minutes, Vegeta grew impatient. He'd thought Future Trunks was hiding his true strength, but it turned out he really was weak as hell!
"You're keeping me from my drink. You deserve a beating!"
Smack~ Smack~ Smack!!
"Ow~ Ow~ Ow~!!"
After a flurry of slaps, Future Trunks clutched his butt and squatted on the ground, looking utterly miserable.
Vegeta washed his hands with ice from the fridge, looking disgusted. Then he ignored Son Goku's stare and took five cups of Watermelon Bobo for himself!
"Vegeta! You said you wanted three cups!!"
Son Goku had a cup in each hand and took a big sip. When he saw what Vegeta was doing, he swallowed all the Watermelon Bobo in his mouth in one gulp. His throat even bulged!
"Don't think I didn't see you! Kakarot, you're already on your fourth cup!!"
Everyone was at a loss for words. What was wrong with these two? Why did they have to compete over everything?
So Vegeta and Son Goku started a Watermelon Bobo drinking contest, leaving everyone else speechless.
Look at that. That was what made them different!
They were already so strong, but they still couldn't stand letting the other one get the upper hand!
We've gotta work harder too!
And so Piccolo and the others joined the Watermelon Bobo drinking contest. The whole fridge was emptied in no time!
Whoosh~
A breeze swept by.
Forgotten by everyone, Future Trunks once again began questioning the meaning of his life!
Why had he gone to all that trouble to come to this time?
Was it just so he could get beaten up?
Was it so his dad could spank him?
Was it so he could watch them fight over drinks?
That Watermelon Bobo looked pretty tasty, though, didn't it?
"You're thirsty too, right? Here, drink up. I saved one especially for you!"
Bulma's gentle, sweet, and considerate words made Future Trunks want to burst into tears.
His mom really was the best. Whether she was from this timeline or his own, she always saved him some of anything delicious!
Gulp~ Gulp~
"Mmm~ Mmm, this is good! Thanks, Mom! Uh~~?"
Oh, crap!
He'd gotten excited and called her Mom out of habit!
What was he supposed to do?!
"Aw, you poor thing. Frieza and Vegeta, those two violent brutes, have beaten you silly!"
Bulma looked at Future Trunks with pity, her heart aching for him.
"Kid! Quit playing dumb. Who are you, and how can you transform into a Super Saiyan?!"
Vegeta waved his hand, and the empty cups scattered around his feet were promptly obliterated.
His hair stood straight up, giving him an air of proud defiance.
"Oh-ho-ho-ho!"
Vegeta's skin crawled, but he stubbornly kept his arms folded across his chest.
He might not be able to beat him, but he still had to act like he wasn't afraid!
Creak~ Creak!
Frieza slowly walked over, complete with his own background music, radiating an overwhelming presence!
Dodoria followed close behind. More than half of his Watermelon Bobo was still left. Since it had been bestowed on him by King Frieza, he couldn't bear to gulp it down!
"Frieza!!"
Future Trunks gritted his teeth. He nearly crushed the cup of Watermelon Bobo in his hand!
"Please call me Harry Potter-Conan!"
Then his fierce resolve vanished in an instant. Right now, Future Trunks just wanted to make sure he would still be born in the future. He couldn't worry about anything else.
Creak~
Frieza stopped and looked at Future Trunks with an amused smile. That expression sent chills down the spines of the fighters watching from the sidelines.
Bulma had grown immune to it. She'd seen it plenty of times by now.
But she knew that whenever Frieza wore that expression, he was always up to no good!
Though, she'd never actually seen Frieza fart or squat on the toilet~~
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