The Comedy of Errors Comes to an End

The groin kick was an ominous move.

Vegeta had used it and gotten stomped into the ground. He'd only avoided suffocating because Frieza had rescued him.

Frieza had followed right after and used the same move, only to suffer serious damage to his leg bones.

Not only had he been injured, he'd also belted out a song and created the Dragon Ball World's legendary hit, "Tantan."

Everyone who used this move had paid a terrible price. What about those who had nearly—or actually—experienced it?

Android 17 was still crouched with his knees pressed tightly together. Large beads of cold sweat ran down his forehead. He'd been scared out of his wits.

Android 16 was different. His body was incredibly tough, but he'd still been kicked until he wet himself—no, that yellow liquid was probably engine oil or something.

With a battle power of 1.2 billion, he could feel the agony of getting kicked in the balls. Fortunately, he didn't have any, so they couldn't be crushed. That made him fairly lucky.

Even so, he'd paid a terrible price. Unless someone was willing to repair him, sooner or later he'd run out of engine oil and become scrap metal.

"Help me, Miss Bulma! You're the goddess of this planet, possessing wisdom, kindness, beauty, nobility, elegance, grace, and virtue... (two thousand words omitted). Please, for the sake of me wanting to step on your man—no, I mean, for the sake of me being a piece of technology too, help me plug this oil leak!"

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

Frieza stopped complaining about his foot, and Vegeta stopped gulping down fresh air. Both of them were stunned by how shameless these two androids were.

But did you think that was the end of it?

No, they could be even more shameless.

"Exactly! Miss Bulma can just have a fling with my brother. I can have a fling with Son Goku, too! Mm-hmm, nothing wrong with that!"

"Uh, is Son Goku's family really short on money? Android 17, what do you say I rob a bank and buy a night with Son Goku?"

Pfft~

Pfft~

Pfft~

Piccolo and Son Gohan didn't quite understand, but Tien Shinhan, Krillin, Vegeta, Bulma, and even Frieza got it!

Future Trunks: If the androids in the future had been this kind of trouble, things would've been so much simpler!!

Ding~

A speck of light appeared behind everyone. It was moving fast and glowing gold. Could it be a shower of gold falling from the sky for Android 18?

Piccolo had sharp eyes. He spotted who the golden speck was from far away and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh! Isn't that Trunks? He didn't crash into anything this time? Did he go all the way around the Earth and come back?"

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

Bulma's face darkened. She was about to let Piccolo experience the power of a little boy's pee again!

Piccolo hurriedly took off. He'd just had a face full of pee, and he still felt awful all over.

He was a demon, after all. What he feared most was the pee of a young boy!

Everyone knew that it warded off evil. That last spray of pee had cost him 100 points of battle power!

He'd have to throw several more punches just to train them back!

"Ha~ Stop right there!"

Future Trunks was a rather unusual case. Even after Frieza had kicked him unconscious, he'd still maintained his Super Saiyan form.

It wasn't until Piccolo tucked him under his arm and a pungent smell hit him—one Future Trunks couldn't stand—that he slowly came to.

"Hurry, hurry! Let go of me! Let go! Waaaah! Please, let me go!"

Future Trunks nearly broke down. The moment he landed, he started vomiting uncontrollably.

Piccolo rubbed his nose and explained to everyone, "It's fine, it's fine. He just gets airsick. He'll be okay after he throws up!"

Everyone collapsed...

Behind a rock not far away, a pair of incredibly sinister eyes watched the group, then burrowed underground again.

Frieza glanced in that direction but saw nothing.

Just now, he'd sensed someone watching him. But when he looked over, the feeling vanished. Besides, that thing's battle power had only been 8—just a tiny bit stronger than a battle power of five.

Maybe it was some kind of beast. Never mind~

He looked at Android 16, Android 17, and Android 18. They weren't evil like their future counterparts, nor were they like the ones in the original story, who only wanted to kill Son Goku. Their mission was a little bizarre, but generally speaking, they weren't going to hurt anyone of their own accord.

That left the Dragon Ball warriors with no reason to start a fight, and Frieza wasn't bored enough to pick a fight with the only person there whose battle power was 1.2 billion.

If he hurt them, he'd be the one in pain. He'd kill ten thousand enemies at the cost of eight thousand of his own!

Frieza wasn't going to do that!

He swallowed a Senzu Bean, and the injury to his foot healed in an instant. With a whoosh, he used Instant Transmission and left without looking back.

He figured it'd be much more pleasant to chat with Supreme Kai Shin, play a few games of five-in-a-row, and give Kibito a lesson while he was at it.

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

In the original story, Son Gohan had pulled the Z Sword when his power had regressed to around 1.7 billion. Frieza already had a battle power of over 1.5 billion, so there was no reason he couldn't pull it out.

Frieza was gone, but the people left behind still needed to reach some kind of resolution.

Bulma was the first to speak.

"I can repair Android 16, and Android 18, you can stay at my place for a while. But Android 17, you should keep your distance from me!"

When she mentioned Android 17, Vegeta's eyes seemed ready to shoot flames, so Bulma quickly changed what she was saying.

Truthfully, Bulma thought the two of them were still kids. She figured she could reason with them and talk about life. Maybe that would make them give up on their mission.

Krillin suddenly said, "Bulma, could we ask Shenron to turn them back into humans? Or at least remove the devices inside them that control them?"

Son Gohan's eyes lit up. He was a top student too, and quick-witted. "That's right, Aunt Bulma. Didn't you collect the Dragon Balls already? You could wish for their mission to be completed!"

Hey, that actually wasn't a bad idea!

For the sake of peace on Earth, for the sake of harmony at home, to get rid of one upstanding young man pursuing someone else's wife, and to save a girl who was doing everything she could to give Son Goku his first time, Bulma made up her mind.

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

Vegeta was furious. Just thinking about how a robot had stomped him underground made him feel humiliated. Now Bulma was making decisions for him, which only made him angrier.

He snorted and shot Android 16 an aggressive glare before using Shift to disappear.

Android 18 didn't care what Vegeta thought. She happily agreed with Bulma's suggestion, and even gave Krillin, the bald guy who'd first proposed it, a kiss.

Krillin's face turned bright red in an instant!

He instinctively put his hands together and began silently reciting, "Ah, that Amida..." Then he abruptly snapped out of it.

Krillin immediately swung his left hand at his right!

Seeing this, Tien Shinhan instantly backed away several hundred meters from Krillin.

A tragic scene unfolded.

His left hand tried to hit his right, but his right hand instinctively dodged. Then came a sharp "smack!"

The sound was especially crisp and loud.

Krillin even thought it felt quite springy!!

He took a closer look. It seemed familiar. He looked up. What a beautiful woman!

Smack!!

An even louder sound rang out. Android 18 slapped Krillin flying straight into Tien Shinhan's arms.

Tien Shinhan's three eyes were wide open, blood vessels showing in all of them!

Why? Why had he gotten so far away, only to still fail to escape in the end?

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

Whoosh~~

Ding~~

"Uncle Krillin! Uncle Tien Shinhan! I'm coming to save you~!"

Son Gohan was that innocent. He charged out first, not wanting those two to circle the Earth!

Piccolo covered his forehead and flew away.

Future Trunks looked at Baby Trunks, and they stared at each other with wide eyes.

"Hi!"

"Oh~ oh~ hug~!"

I've done my best, brothers. I've used up all my stockpiled chapters. Starting tomorrow, I'll have to switch to updating in the afternoon or evening.

I hope you won't mind!

Thank you all for your kindness and support!

Wishing you all happiness. Laugh and you'll be ten years younger!