A Comedic Ending to the Farce

The crotch-kick is an ominous technique.

Vegeta used this move, only to be stomped into the dirt himself, and had to rely on Frieza to save him from suffocating.

Frieza followed suit and used the same move, resulting in a severe injury to his own leg bone.

Not only was he injured, but he even belted out a song because of it, inadvertently creating the divine melody "Tan Te" within the Dragon Ball World.

If everyone who uses this move pays a heavy price, what about those who have tasted it, or nearly did?

Android 17 remained in a half-squat with his knees pressed tightly together, large beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead—he had been scared out of his wits.

Android 16 was different; his body was exceptionally hard, yet he was still kicked until he leaked urine—no, wait, that yellow liquid was likely hydraulic fluid or something similar.

Possessing a combat power of 1.2 billion, he felt the sensation of "ball pain" at that moment, though fortunately, he had no balls to break, which made him relatively lucky.

Yet, he still paid a painful price; if no one was willing to repair him, he would eventually become scrap metal once his fluid ran dry.

"Save me, Miss Bulma! You are the goddess on this planet who embodies wisdom, kindness, beauty, nobility, elegance, grace, gentleness... (2,000 words omitted here). Please, for the sake of me not stepping on your man—no, wait, for the sake of me also being a technological product, help me plug this leaking hole!"

"Miss Bulma, please save him. At most, I'll stop chasing you for now. Anyway, I don't age, and you're still young. Whenever you feel Vegeta is no longer up to the task, just give me a try!"

Frieza stopped shouting about his foot pain, and Vegeta stopped gasping for fresh air; they were both stunned by the shamelessness of these two Androids.

However, did you think it was over?

No, there was something even more shameless.

"That's right! Miss Bulma can just play-act with my brother, and I can play-act with Son Goku! Yeah, that works perfectly!"

"Say, is Son Goku's family short on money? Android 17, what if I rob a bank and buy Son Goku for a night?"

Pfft~

Pfft~

Pfft~

Piccolo and Gohan didn't quite understand, but Tien Shinhan, Krillin, Vegeta, and Bulma—even Frieza—could understand perfectly well!

Future Trunks: If the Androids of the future were like this, there wouldn't be so much trouble!!

Ding~

A speck of light appeared from behind the crowd, moving very fast and glowing with golden light. Could it be gold falling from the sky for Android 18?

Piccolo had sharp eyes and recognized the golden speck from afar, exclaiming in surprise: "Huh! Isn't that Trunks? He didn't hit anything this time? Did he circle the Earth and come back?"

Baby Trunks: "Oh~ oh~ hug~!"

Bulma's face darkened, and she was about to make Piccolo taste the power of a virgin's urine again!

Piccolo flew away in a hurry; he had just been peed on, and he still felt uncomfortable all over.

He was a member of the Demon Clan, and the thing he feared most was a virgin's urine!

Who didn't know that a virgin's urine could ward off evil? That one splash had directly cost him 100 points of combat power!

He would have to throw quite a few punches to train that back!

"Ha~ stop!"

Future Trunks was also a rather miraculous existence; even after being kicked unconscious by Frieza, he still maintained his Super Saiyan form.

It wasn't until he was tucked under Piccolo's arm and hit by a pungent odor he couldn't bear that he slowly regained consciousness.

"Quick, quick, quick! Let me go, let me go! Waaaah! I beg you, let me go!"

Future Trunks nearly broke down, vomiting uncontrollably the moment his feet touched the ground.

Piccolo rubbed his nose and explained to the crowd: "It's fine, it's fine, he's just airsick, he'll be better after a good vomit!"

The crowd collapsed...

Not far away, behind a rock, a pair of incredibly evil eyes watched the group before burrowing back into the ground.

Frieza swept his gaze toward that direction, but saw nothing.

Just a moment ago, he had sensed a gaze watching him, but by the time he looked over, the feeling had vanished. Besides, the combat power of that thing earlier was only 8—barely stronger than a "power level of five" loser.

Perhaps it was just some wild beast; whatever.

He looked at Android 16, 17, and 18. These three were neither the evil beings of the future nor the types from the original story who only killed Son Goku and his ilk. Their mission was a bit bizarre, but overall, they wouldn't actively harm anyone.

This left the Dragon Ball warriors with no reason to shout about killing them, and Frieza certainly wouldn't be bored enough to fight the only other 1.2 billion power-level combatant present.

Hitting them would hurt himself; killing ten thousand enemies would cost him eight thousand!

That was something Frieza would not do!

After eating a Senzu Bean, the injury on his foot healed instantly. With a whoosh, Frieza used Instant Transmission and left without looking back.

He felt it would be more comfortable to chat with Shin, play some Gomoku, and perhaps teach Kibito a lesson along the way.

There was one more thing: he wanted to try out the Z Sword.

In the original story, Gohan pulled out the Z Sword when his strength had regressed to around 1.7 billion. Since he was already at over 1.5 billion, there was no reason he couldn't pull it out.

Frieza had left, but the scene still needed a resolution.

Bulma was the first to speak.

"Number 16, I can help you with repairs, and Number 18, you are welcome to stay at my home for a while. But Number 17, you had better stay far away from me!"

When 17 was mentioned, flames seemed to erupt from Vegeta's eyes, forcing Bulma to change her tune on the spot.

In truth, Bulma felt that these two were still just children. She believed that if she could reason with them properly and talk about life, perhaps she could convince them to abandon their mission.

Krillin suddenly spoke up: "Bulma, could we ask Shenron to help restore them to human bodies, or at the very least, remove the devices controlling them from within?"

Son Gohan's eyes lit up. As a top student, his mind worked quickly: "That's right, Aunt Bulma! Haven't you already collected the Dragon Balls? You could even wish that they had already completed their mission!"

Hey, come to think of it, that was actually a pretty good idea!

For the sake of Earth's peace, for the harmony of her family, to spare a fine young man from pursuing a married woman, and to save a girl who was trying every possible way to give Son Goku his first kill, Bulma made her decision.

Ignoring Vegeta's glare, she waved her hand grandly and declared: "Everyone, come back to West City with me! I'll ask Shenron to help you solve these problems!"

Vegeta was extremely displeased. Thinking about how he had just been stepped into the ground by a robot made him feel like he had lost all face, and now that Bulma was making decisions for him, he was even more furious.

With a cold snort, Vegeta shot an aggressive glare at Number 16 and vanished using a Shift.

Number 18 didn't care what Vegeta thought; she readily agreed to Bulma's suggestion and even gave a special kiss to Krillin, the bald man who had first proposed the plan.

In an instant, Krillin's face turned bright red!

Subconsciously, he went to press his palms together to chant "Ami... uh, whatever," before suddenly snapping out of it.

Krillin immediately used his left hand to strike his right hand!

Seeing this scene, Tien Shinhan instantly retreated, putting several hundred meters of distance between himself and Krillin.

A tragic scene unfolded.

Because the left hand went to strike the right, the right hand instinctively dodged, and then a "smack" was heard.

The sound was exceptionally crisp and loud.

Krillin even felt that it was quite elastic!!

He looked closely—it looked so familiar. He looked up—what a beautiful woman!

Smack!!

An even louder sound erupted as Krillin was slapped by Number 18, sent flying, and landed directly into the arms of Tien Shinhan.

Tien Shinhan's three eyes widened so much that blood vessels were popping out!

Why, why had he stayed so far away, only to still be unable to escape this fate!

Yamcha, where are you? This should have been your job~~~

Whoosh~~

Ding~~

"Uncle Krillin! Uncle Tien! I'm here to save you!"

Son Gohan was just that innocent and naive. He was the first to rush out; he didn't want to let these two fly around the Earth!

Piccolo covered his face with his hand and flew away.

Future Trunks looked at Baby Trunks, their eyes locked in a stare-down.

"Hi!"

"Oh~ oh~ hug~ hug!"

I've done my best, brothers. I've handed over all my drafts, so starting tomorrow, I'll have to switch to afternoon or evening updates!

I hope you all don't mind!

Thank you all for your love and support!

Wishing you all happiness—a smile a day keeps the years away!