"Conan, how old are you this year? Where'd you sell Ran?"
Everyone: ...
Frieza froze. It seemed like the wrong show!
"Ahem! Conan, right? Shouldn't you tell us why you came here?"
He'd been clowning around for several chapters now. If this kept up, even Frieza was going to lose patience, never mind the readers.
I, Frieza, am the protagonist, you know! I've barely had any presence in the last few episodes!
I'm not fighting, looking for Dragon Balls, or training. With that little power, you're really out here acting like a big shot!
I, Frieza, have a power level of 800 million. Am I getting carried away?
I, Frieza, could crush all three of you by myself. Am I being arrogant?
I've only had one cup of Watermelon Bobo, too!
Am I angry?
All right, I am angry. I invented the damn thing, and you've all drunk more of it than I have!
Ahem~ Seems like I've gone off topic again~
Frieza: Off topic, my ass! I'm the protagonist. How is venting a little off topic?!
Future Trunks awkwardly scratched his head. He couldn't quite make sense of this timeline, but apart from Frieza not being an enemy and Vegeta being able to transform into a Super Saiyan, nothing else seemed different.
Right. Those were all minor issues. The important thing was whether I, Future Trunks, would be born!
Conan it is, then!
"Hello, everyone. I came here to tell you something. Don't ask me how I know—there's no way I can explain it!"
Everyone stared at him, speechless. The hell, just tell us what it is! If you don't, what are we supposed to ask?!
"Go on!"
Frieza gave him an ominous, impatient look.
If you don't tell us, how's the plot supposed to move forward?!
"About three years from now, at ten in the morning on May 12, a pair of incredibly powerful fighters will appear on an island nine kilometers southwest of the southern region."
Vegeta interrupted Future Trunks, speaking with disdain.
"Incredibly powerful? Stronger than me?"
Future Trunks froze. It seemed like... maybe the future Androids really weren't as strong as his dad!
Th-This!
"If we use my strength as a benchmark, either of them is only a little bit stronger than me~~"
His voice grew quieter as he spoke. He could clearly tell that Vegeta was much stronger than him, and Mr. Son Goku might even be stronger than his own father!
And then there was Frieza, who was always smirking for no reason. His father seemed really wary of him.
Wait, hadn't Frieza just beaten the crap out of him?
That meant Frieza was stronger than he was supposed to be, too. With this many powerful people on Earth, could the Androids really cause much trouble?
"Tch~ I thought it was going to be something serious. I don't know how you know what'll happen three years from now, but going by what you said, this so-called pair is nothing special!"
Bulma was more concerned about this. After all, it was happening on Earth, her home, so she wanted to get the details straight.
"Conan, go on. What are they, exactly? Aliens?"
At the mention of aliens, Bulma looked at Frieza. He was sort of the big boss among aliens, wasn't he?
"Don't look at me. Just remember to reimburse me for the Watermelon Bobo distribution rights later! Oh ho ho ho~"
Bulma turned away, no longer looking at Frieza's shamelessly greedy face!
As the number-one lackey in the universe, Dodoria saw Bulma ignoring his master and immediately flew into a rage!
"How dare you~~! Mmph!"
Then Dodoria's head was shoved into the ground, leaving him able to make only muffled noises.
Frieza's tail slowly lowered, signaling that they could ignore him.
Future Trunks was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare stop talking.
"They're not aliens. They're Androids created by Dr. Gero. They're here to destroy all of humanity. They killed Mr. Vegeta and Mr. Piccolo!"
"Piccolo died, and Kami disappeared. The Dragon Balls lost their power and turned to stone! Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Master Roshi, and the others were all killed by the Androids. In the end, even Son Gohan—uh—died!"
Hearing from Future Trunks that they had died, everyone wore strange expressions.
But they were all standing here perfectly fine right now. They'd even been fighting over drinks a moment ago.
Just then, Future Trunks remembered the Watermelon Bobo in his hand. Seeing everyone looking at it, he quickly put the straw in his mouth and took a big, contented gulp.
Watermelon Bobo had a way of easing the tension!
The mood improved again. After all, who knew whether the future would really turn out that way? Besides, he'd said the Androids weren't as strong as Vegeta. What was there to worry about?
"Wait! What about me? You said they all died in battle, but you didn't say how I died!"
Son Goku suddenly realized something was off. Conan hadn't said what happened to him!
Androids, of all things! How could he possibly not have fought them?
Future Trunks froze and choked on his Watermelon Bobo.
Son Goku was actually curious about how he'd die?
After a violent coughing fit, Future Trunks took a small bottle out of his pocket.
"Mr. Son Goku, you won't fight. In two years, you'll die from a disease called Viral Heart Disease. You won't even get the chance to take part!"
Future Trunks had already figured out how unpredictable these people were. Before Son Goku could say anything, he continued:
"This is special medicine for heart disease. Just take it when you get sick, and you'll be fine!"
After saying it all in one breath, Future Trunks felt like he was about to break down.
This godforsaken timeline—he didn't want to stay another second. He'd rather go back to his own time and fight the Androids than keep dealing with these people.
They were exhausting!
"That's it. I've got a delivery to make—bah, I've got something important to do, so I'll be going~!"
He hurriedly took out the Capsule containing the Time Machine and tossed it into the distance.
Boom~~!
A Time Machine, just big enough for one person, appeared.
"Oh ho ho ho ho! Hey, wait! I'm really curious about that machine. Bulma, study it and make one for me too!"
Boom~~!
Before Future Trunks could climb aboard, the Time Machine turned back into a Capsule, and Frieza snatched it out of the air.
"Frieza!! Give me back my Capsule!! The future still needs me—I can't stay here!!"
Future Trunks panicked, so he decided to try to take it back by force.
Thud~
Whoosh~
Ding~~
The world fell silent. Frieza had swatted Future Trunks out of sight with his tail.
"I, Frieza, get whatever I want. You don't get to tell me what to do!"
"Here. You have three days. If you can't figure out how it works, kill yourself!"
He tossed the Capsule to Bulma and left in style.
To be precise, Frieza disappeared!
Everyone was used to it by now. Frieza always came and went without a trace, so they had nothing to say.
"Goku, Goku! What skills did you learn on Planet Yardrat? Shenron only said you trained there to learn new skills. Hurry up and tell us!"
Son Goku rubbed his nose. He wouldn't refuse Krillin's request.
"It wasn't much. Just a skill called Instant Transmission. As long as I can sense someone's energy, I can teleport right to them."
"Oh, right. Frieza used Instant Transmission to disappear just now!"
Where had Frieza gone?
He'd gone to Planet Yardrat and found Husu, the one who'd taught him Instant Transmission and Star Transformation!
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