The Tragic Prince's True Heir

Future Trunks felt so wronged. Every time he showed up, he got beaten up, and every time, his own dad was involved!

The worst part was that it wasn't that he was afraid to fight back. He really just couldn't win!

For the past three years, Future Trunks had struggled against the Androids. His current power level was only 290 million, while Vegeta had a power level of 600 million. Facing him meant getting completely crushed.

"Ohohoho~!"

"Vegeta, aren't you curious who the person you're beating up is?"

Creak~ Creak~

With that distinctive entrance music and that obnoxious laugh, there was no one else across all twelve universes who could be mistaken for Frieza.

Vegeta looked as arrogant as ever. Losing to Frieza was one thing, but a prince had to keep up appearances.

"Who else could he be? If his name isn't real, then with that hair color, I can't think of anyone but my son who'd have hair like that!"

Honestly, Vegeta was quite unhappy that Bulma's genes had changed his descendants' hair color!

The Androids had run off, but they weren't anything special anyway. As long as they didn't come looking for trouble, he couldn't be bothered with them.

He'd mainly taken a dislike to Conan's—uh, Trunks's—hair color, so he'd slapped him right to the ground.

Future Trunks felt like crying. He could put up with being beaten—you were my real dad, after all—but why did you have to spit in my face, too?!

"Vegeta!! You dared hit my son? I'll fight you to the death!"

Bulma already had a child, but that hadn't done a thing to tame her fiery temper.

She abruptly tossed Baby Trunks, who was in her way, and charged straight at Vegeta.

The sight made Vegeta's heart leap into his throat!

Future Trunks was his son, sure, but he was from the future, not the present!

Even if he was annoyed with Baby Trunks, the boy was still his son!

Whoosh~

Vegeta rushed off to save his son~~

Smack~

Bulma slapped Future Trunks across the face just as he was getting up, leaving him stunned!

His mother had actually hit him?!

On the same day, less than thirty seconds apart, his parents had teamed up to beat him up!

He felt so wronged. He wanted to cry!

"Waaahhh~~~!"

Baby Trunks cried in his place. His mother had tossed him aside, and his own father was holding him upside down by one leg. He had every reason to cry.

"Bulma, this is our son. This older one's from the future! What are you getting so worked up about?!"

Holding a hunk of flesh—no, a Trunks—by one hand, Vegeta came over to Bulma and Future Trunks and shouted at her angrily.

Baby Trunks had no idea what was going on. He only knew he was upset and needed to let it out.

Pshoo~~

A thin stream of water fell from above, landing precisely on Future Trunks's face. It quickly washed away the spit.

Even Frieza couldn't stand to watch anymore. Future Trunks really was pitiful; every time he showed up, he got bullied mercilessly.

The first time hadn't been so bad. He'd been outmatched and beaten by Frieza and Vegeta until he could barely function.

This time, first his parents had slapped him, and then he'd peed on his own face!

Uh~

Why did that feel so weird?

The more Frieza thought about it, the angrier he got.

Damn it, you can pee. You've got a little bird. You think you're so great?!

You're picking on me because I don't have one, huh?!

Whoosh—!!

Frieza was furious. He needed to blow off some steam.

He looked around. There was only one person there who could take a beating: Vegeta.

Vegeta grew anxious under Frieza's gaze. It was obvious Frieza was up to no good!

"Fri—!"

Wham!

Frieza sent Vegeta flying with a side kick.

Fortunately, Vegeta let go of Baby Trunks just in time. Fortunately, Future Trunks didn't mind his own urine and caught the boy in time. Otherwise, Baby Trunks would've vanished from sight along with Vegeta.

Bulma cried out in alarm. "Frieza, what are you doing!! Why did you kick my man?!"

"Trunks, quick! Take me to your dad!"

Baby Trunks looked at Future Trunks, and Future Trunks looked back at him. At last, Future Trunks realized Bulma was calling to him.

He really didn't want to, but he was worried about his dad, too.

Glaring fiercely at Frieza, Future Trunks held Baby Trunks in one arm and Bulma in the other, then raced off in the direction Vegeta had disappeared.

Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Piccolo, and Son Gohan watched everything unfold before them, wondering: Had they come to deal with the Androids, or were they the ones dealing with the Androids?

Piccolo was the first to react. "The Androids ran in the same direction Vegeta disappeared. We'd better hurry after them and make sure they don't get into trouble if a fight breaks out!"

Krillin came to his senses, too, and exclaimed, "And Bulma! If she runs into the Androids, something's bound to happen!"

Tien Shinhan added, "Krillin, you should worry more about the two of us. Bulma has two Super Saiyans protecting her. We don't have anyone to protect us, and our power levels are low!"

Son Gohan's protective instincts kicked in. "It's fine. If you can't win, run ahead. I'll have Uncle Piccolo cover the rear!"

Piccolo: "..."

Uh~~

Watching the others leave, especially Krillin and Tien Shinhan, Frieza couldn't help feeling that they were setting off on a doomed journey from which they'd never return.

If he hadn't transmigrated into Frieza, if he'd become any one of Krillin and the others—an ordinary Earthling—what would things be like without a system?

Thinking about it, becoming Frieza and losing certain pleasures didn't seem so bad after all!

Sigh, he'd better go take a look. Androids 16, 17, and 18 would probably appear soon. If Androids 19 and 20 had gotten this much stronger, who knew what the others would be like?

Oh, right. Cell had come from the future, hadn't he? His power level shouldn't have changed unexpectedly. Otherwise, Frieza would have to use Star Transformation.

As for Son Gohan, he could go cool off somewhere. He was the sort who got carried away as soon as he had a bit of power, and in the end, he'd even gotten his own father killed.

What a bastard!

When Frieza had watched Dragon Ball in his previous life, what infuriated him most was Son Gohan getting his own father killed. Even now that he was Frieza, he still didn't want to play the obvious villain.

Villains never came to a good end. It was much more comfortable and freeing to be a morally gray character who quietly worked in the shadows, where no one would notice.

After sensing Android 20's energy, Frieza vanished from the spot with an Instant Transmission.

Because of Future Trunks, Dr. Gero had already returned to his base. By the time Frieza arrived, he had opened the hibernation chambers of Android 17 and Android 18.

Frieza suppressed his ki to the lowest possible level so he wouldn't alert Dr. Gero and the others. After taking a look at Android 17 and Android 18, he headed deeper underground.

Android 17 was a seventeen-year-old young man, handsome and dashing, with a cool, cocky look. Power level: 900 million!

Android 18 was Android 17's twin. She'd been born a little earlier, which made her his older sister.

Android 18 had pale blond hair and a smooth, flawless face. She also had a very nice figure.

It wasn't particularly voluptuous, but it was just right for handling.

Power level: 800 million!

Looking at the broken incubation chamber in front of him, Frieza knew that something unexpected had happened again!

Because he saw a hole in the ground, only about thirty centimeters in diameter—just the right size for a certain future creature right now!