Bulma was immersed in memories of the past when the radio beside her suddenly crackled to life, its piercing static shattering the brief calm.
"We interrupt this broadcast with a report concerning the androids. Reports indicate that Android 17 and Android 18 have appeared again. The location they are currently attacking is..."
Hearing the news, Bulma could not help glancing at the quiet woman beside her—she was far too different from the android Bulma remembered.
Trunks rose to his feet in fury and instinctively glanced at the quiet woman beside him—she bore the same name as the one on the radio, yet they were like completely different people.
Though he understood this clearly, he still could not loosen his clenched fists when he heard that the androids from his timeline were committing atrocities once more.
"Do you want to go see the future you?" Malvis glanced at the silent Android 18, his tone calm but faintly probing.
Android 18 nodded, a hint of complicated emotion flashing through her eyes.
Trunks took off his jacket, revealing his solid muscles. Just as the two were about to head out, Malvis called after them. "You'll be too slow like that. Grab hold of me. The sooner we finish this, the sooner I can get back to my own business."
Trunks immediately understood. He turned and walked over, placing a hand on Malvis's shoulder.
Though Android 18 did not quite understand, after a moment's thought, she also returned to Malvis's side and placed a hand on his other shoulder.
The next instant, the three of them vanished from where they stood as though erased by an eraser, leaving behind only a faint ripple of energy in the air.
Bulma stared blankly in the direction they had disappeared, vaguely recalling the scene of Goku returning