The Unlucky Kid Came Back for Another Beating (A Must-Read for Brothers)

"Ho ho ho!"

"This idiot's having a heart attack! If you don't give him his medicine soon, he'll kick the bucket!"

Krillin had fed Son Goku a Senzu Bean. It healed his injuries, but Son Goku still clutched his chest with one hand, his face twisted in pain.

Krillin and the others still hadn't figured out what was going on. Frieza was deeply concerned about their intelligence.

They weren't even as sharp as Dodoria, who was always itching for a beating.

At least Dodoria always managed to get himself beaten whenever he got itchy. You could say he had a fair bit of cunning.

Only after Frieza pointed it out did everyone understand what had happened. Yamcha and Chiaotzu then took Son Goku back to Mount Paozu to get his medicine.

Androids 19 and 20 tried to stop them, but Vegeta stepped in front of them, and the two didn't dare make a move.

They knew perfectly well how strong Vegeta was. Their database was several years out of date, but they still wouldn't underestimate him.

Son Goku's battle power had just surged past theirs. Vegeta was slightly weaker than Son Goku, but not by much—that was their assessment of the two Saiyans.

It was quite fair!

But Vegeta couldn't accept being ranked below Son Goku!

"Scrap metal! I'll let you taste the Saiyan Prince's fists! Let's see whether your scrap metal is tougher or my fists hit harder!"

"Ah!!!!"

Whoosh!!

Vegeta transformed into a Super Saiyan. His battle power didn't reach the 650 million Son Goku had attained through rage; it was only 600 million, on par with the Androids. Even so, it was terrifying.

The Androids did have an energy level of 600 million, but they lacked Vegeta's battle sense. More importantly, they didn't have the Saiyans' ridiculous ability to roar their battle power even higher.

Vegeta wasn't arrogant enough to take on both of them at once. He focused all his attacks on Android 19.

Dr. Gero, inside Android 20, was thoroughly annoyed. Why was everyone ignoring him?

Was it because the glass dome on his head didn't look sturdy enough? Were they afraid he couldn't take a beating?

Dr. Gero couldn't figure it out, but he didn't plan to step in, either. Beating them one-on-one would deal a greater blow to their arrogance.

But this time, Dr. Gero had miscalculated. Android 19 wasn't nearly strong enough to take a beating from Vegeta.

Even with their battle powers matched, Vegeta didn't need to use Shift to beat Android 19 until he was crawling across the ground.

"Scrap—metal!!"

Bam!

Crash!!

One of Android 19's arms exploded!

Oil sprayed all over the ground—yellowish, sticky, and thoroughly disgusting.

"Ugh... ah! My... my arm!"

Vegeta grinned. The robot was impressively lifelike. If it weren't so unlikely to obey him, he might've taken it home for his son to play with.

"Don't worry. You'll soon go bang—just like your arm!"

Shift!

Android 19 had no idea how Vegeta had appeared right in front of him. It was as if Vegeta had always been standing there.

Then Vegeta wrenched off his other arm and swept his leg through the air, severing the robot's head.

"Bah! A robot's a robot. All you've sprayed on me is machine oil!"

Whoosh!

Vegeta powered up again. He thrust both hands straight out, palms aimed at Android 19's body and head. After a brief charge, two energy blasts shot out at top speed.

Vegeta turned to look at the stunned Android 20. His eyes fell on the glass dome atop the Android's head and the brain inside it. His stomach lurched.

"You're next!"

Whoosh!

Vegeta accelerated toward Android 20, ready to finish him off.

But before he could reach him, a bullet-shaped flying craft suddenly appeared in front of him, forcing him to stop.

Vegeta looked up. Hey, wasn't that a familiar face?

It was H-Harry Potter-Conan from another timeline!

But the kid had shown up at the wrong time. Had he done it on purpose, or... on purpose?

Because Conan had appeared, Android 20 had already escaped. The Androids had no ki, so tracking him down would be a huge pain.

Future Trunks was just as bewildered. Sitting inside the Time Machine, he'd seen an old man darting away. That wasn't one of the Androids he knew.

Click—

The Time Machine's hatch opened, and Future Trunks jumped out. He quickly turned the Time Machine into a Capsule and put it away.

He'd seen Frieza in the distance and remembered the time Frieza had tried to steal the Time Machine.

Frieza flicked his tail and looked disdainful.

Hmph. I already have a machine of my own, and it's being studied back at headquarters. Why would I want your piece of junk?

Dodoria: "My lord, ours is the one that counts as junk..."

"May I ask who you were fighting just now?"

Looking at the island, which had been reduced to a wasteland, Future Trunks was baffled.

Perhaps sensing that the fighting was over, Bulma came flying over, cradling Trunks in her arms. With a battle power of 100, flying was a real struggle.

Future Trunks' brows twitched. He was afraid his unreliable mother would fall and somehow erase his younger self from this timeline.

Vegeta paid him no mind. He was furious at Conan—who, as far as he knew, was simply called Conan—for showing up out of nowhere. Hadn't that just let the enemy escape?

As long as Saiyans lived, they fought. That was what they did.

Grabbing Future Trunks by the collar, he barked, "I was about to finish off the last Android, and you showed up out of nowhere and let him escape. And now you're asking who we were fighting?"

Future Trunks looked completely confused. The old man who'd just run away was an Android, too?

Were the Androids in this timeline old men?

"That doesn't make sense. Weren't the Androids supposed to be two young people? A man and a woman—the man was cold, and the woman was beautiful! There's no way they were some old geezer!"

As for Android 19, Future Trunks couldn't see what he'd really looked like anymore. He'd been reduced to a pile of shattered scraps.

"Besides, Mr. Vegeta, your battle power is terrifying! You should be able to kill those two Androids instantly at that level!"

Piccolo had a sharper mind, so he picked up where Future Trunks had left off.

"You mean there are more than just these two Androids, and the other two look young? But what you said about Vegeta being able to kill them instantly is wrong. They may be weaker than Vegeta, but they're not far behind!"

Piccolo knew exactly how strong Vegeta was. Son Gohan definitely wasn't his match, and Piccolo himself could only fight Son Gohan to a draw.

And after Android 19 had just badly injured him, Piccolo had understood the gap between them. He'd also been gratified that Son Gohan had managed to fight Android 19 for so long after flying into a rage.

He hadn't spoiled this godson for nothing!

"Ho ho ho! Future Trunks, you should tell everyone your real name now. Baby Trunks has been born!"

Future Trunks' face stiffened.

It was true. The baby Bulma was holding was definitely him as an infant.

Though Frieza's laughter annoyed him, Future Trunks no longer saw any point in hiding the truth.

Being called Conan was a real pain in the ass.

"Hello, everyone. Let me introduce myself properly!"

Smack!

Vegeta slapped him straight to the ground, and a glob of spit landed on Future Trunks' face.

"Who cares who you are? You've been blathering on forever, and now we don't even know where the Android went!"

Pfft—

Frieza burst out laughing.

As expected, Future Trunks had to show up. Otherwise, the show would've been so boring he might've fallen asleep.

Today, I'm posting five extra chapters to kick off my debut run!

I hope the results are good!

Oh Buddha!

Hope you all enjoy reading, and may your lives be full of flavor!

Good night~