Conflict Sparked by Watermelon Bobo

"No worries, no worries! Just a slip of the tongue. You all go back to watching the show—er, I mean, continue your intense spectating!"

Having accidentally provoked the public, Frieza had no choice but to offer a slight explanation.

The group looked at Frieza, then thought of their own bodies, which were still aching from being pelted by Watermelon Bobos, and very wisely chose to continue watching the Saiyan Monkeys—that is, watching Son Goku and the others.

Bulma was different; she was bolder, and more importantly, she was wealthy.

She tossed out a capsule directly.

Poof!

A refrigerator appeared!

She opened the fridge door to reveal it packed tight with Watermelon Bobos.

"Come, come, come, everyone have a taste! This is Frieza's latest invention; the flavor is actually quite good!"

Gohan was the first to step up, insert a straw, and take a deep gulp, only to rub the back of his head where a bump had been raised by a Watermelon Bobo!

Gulp.

Son Goku looked back at his friends, who were drinking their beverages and spectating intensely, and his appetite was piqued.

"Hey, uh, Harry Potter-Conan, right? You play with Vegeta for a bit, I'm going to go grab a drink!"

"Oh, Vegeta, don't be in such a rush, I'll save you a cup! But go easy on him, he looks a bit frail—don't accidentally kill him!"

Future Trunks: ...

Vegeta: ...

Watching Son Goku turn to leave and power down from his transformation, Vegeta instantly flew into a rage!

"Kakarot!!"

Son Goku turned back, tilting his head in confusion.

Vegeta shouted viciously!

"Save at least three cups!"

Son Goku face-planted onto the ground, Future Trunks followed suit, and the rest of the bystanders—Piccolo, Tien Shinhan, Krillin, Gohan, and the others—all spat out their Watermelon Bobos in unison.

Fortunately, the force of their spitting wasn't as terrifying as Frieza's; even Piccolo only managed to create a few small holes in the ground.

Frieza was laughing so hard his stomach began to ache.

The most miserable one was Dodoria. As Frieza's subordinate, he wasn't allowed to laugh unless Frieza permitted it, no matter how funny things got.

Unless—he simply couldn't hold it in!

"Ah—hahahaha! Oh—hahaha! Twitch—"

Frieza shot him a look, and Dodoria immediately shuddered, not daring to laugh anymore.

However, his cheeks puffed in and out, his stomach spasmed, and his eight-pack abs twitched rhythmically.

Everyone had assumed that with things turning out this way, there would be no more fighting, and that sitting down to enjoy the summer drinks was the sensible thing to do.

However, things rarely went according to everyone's expectations.

Bang!!

A sound louder than a thunderclap erupted as Vegeta and Future Trunks clashed.

Bang—bang! Bang—bang!

The sounds were rhythmic!

Thunderous explosions rang out in the sky as Vegeta and Future Trunks traded blows; it wasn't just sonic booms, but rings of shockwaves sweeping outward.

"Hmm, this breeze is actually quite pleasant. Sipping an iced Watermelon Bobo while feeling the cool wind—it really has a certain charm to it."

Frieza's remark won the approval of everyone present.

Dodoria was moved to tears, biting his straw while nodding incessantly.

It hadn't been easy, but he had finally been granted a cup of Watermelon Bobo; from this day forward, he would serve Frieza with total devotion until his dying breath!

The battle continued, and just as Son Goku had said, although Future Trunks could transform into a Super Saiyan, he was indeed a bit frail compared to them.

After a mere two minutes, Vegeta grew impatient. He had thought Future Trunks was hiding his strength, but it turned out he was truly weak as a kitten!

"You're delaying my drink—you deserve a beating!!"

Smack—smack—smack!!

"Ow—ow—ow—!!"

After a flurry of slaps, Future Trunks crouched on the ground, clutching his backside with a look of grievance.

Vegeta washed his hands with ice from the fridge with an expression of disgust, then ignored Son Goku's gaze and took five cups of Watermelon Bobo for himself!

"Vegeta! You said you only wanted three cups!!"

Son Goku, holding a cup in each hand, had just taken a large sip. Seeing Vegeta's actions, he swallowed the Watermelon Bobo in his mouth in one go, his throat bobbing!

"Don't think I didn't see that! Kakarot, you're already on your fourth cup!!"

Everyone had black lines running down their foreheads; what was wrong with these two, why did they have to compete over something like this?

And so, Vegeta and Son Goku began a Watermelon Bobo drinking contest, leaving everyone else feeling deeply embarrassed.

Look at that, that is what you call a gap!

Even though they were already so strong, they still didn't forget to try and get the upper hand on each other!

We have to work harder too!

Consequently, Piccolo and the others joined the Watermelon Bobo drinking contest, and the entire fridge full of Watermelon Bobo was quickly divided and wiped out!

Whoosh~

A gust of wind blew by.

Forgotten by everyone, Future Trunks began to question his life again!

What on earth did he come to this timeline for after going through so much hardship?

Was it just to get beaten up?

Was it to get his butt spanked by his father?

Was it to watch them fight over drinks?

That Watermelon Bobo, it looked like it should taste pretty good, right?

"You must be thirsty too, drink this. I saved it especially for you!"

Bulma's gentle, sweet, and understanding words made Future Trunks want to burst into tears.

His mother was the best, whether it was the one from this timeline or his original one; whenever there was something delicious, she would always save a portion for him!

Gulp~ Gulp~

"Mmm~ Mmm, delicious, so delicious! Thank you, Mom! Uh~~?"

Holy crap!

In his excitement, he had called her that out of habit!

What was he supposed to do now?!

"There, there, you poor child. You've been beaten silly by those two maniacs, Frieza and Vegeta!"

Bulma looked at Future Trunks with pity, her heart aching for him.

"Boy! Don't play dumb. Who exactly are you, and how are you able to transform into a Super Saiyan?!"

Vegeta waved his hand, and the empty cups scattered around his feet were promptly annihilated.

His sky-piercing hairstyle looked as arrogant and unbridled as ever.

"Oh ho ho ho!"

Vegeta's skin crawled instantly, but he still forced himself to maintain his arms-crossed posture.

He might not be able to beat him, but he had to maintain an attitude of not being afraid!

Creak~ Creak!

Frieza walked over slowly, accompanied by his own personal BGM, his aura absolutely overwhelming!

Dodoria followed closely behind, still holding a Watermelon Bobo that was more than half full; it was a reward from King Frieza, and he couldn't bear to gulp it down!

"Frieza!!"

Future Trunks gritted his teeth, the Watermelon Bobo cup in his hand nearly crushed to pieces!

"Please call me Harry Potter-Conan!"

His momentum plummeted instantly; Future Trunks just wanted to ensure he would still be born in the future, he couldn't care about anything else.

Creak~

Frieza stopped in his tracks, looking at Future Trunks with a smirk that made the background fighters shudder.

Bulma was already immune to it; she was used to it by now.

But she knew that whenever Frieza wore that expression, he was definitely up to no good!

Even though she had never actually seen Frieza fart or squat on the toilet~~