Releasing the Galaxy Thugs

At the edge of the galaxy lay a desolate planet, devoid of life and shrouded in eternal, deathly silence.

Dense layers of seals enveloped the entire planet, radiating a divine aura.

Whoosh!

A green figure descended upon the planet. He looked around, raised his hand, and fired a beam of energy that struck the seals.

Crack, crack...

The seals radiating the divine aura began to fluctuate violently. Cracks spread across them until they finally shattered with a deafening boom.

A bottomless fissure split the planet's surface, and a cold, sinister, and evil aura surged upward, sweeping across the heavens and the earth.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Five figures shot up from the fissure like five demonic gods. They let out long, piercing howls, releasing the resentment they had harbored for thousands of years.

"Finally, we're out!"

All five individuals possessed cyan-blue skin and belonged to the Hera Clan of the universe. Their leader, tall and burly with a blue cape, bore a scar that stretched across half his face.

"Bojack, do you want revenge?" The green figure's eyes were sinister, filled with calculation.

"You were the one who broke the seal. Who are you?" Bojack's expression was hostile as he looked the stranger up and down.

"If you want revenge, go to the planet called Earth. The strongest warrior there will lead you to North Kai."

The green figure did not answer his question, instead handing over a set of coordinates.

Long ago, Bojack and his crew had caused massive destruction across the four galaxies of the North, South, East, and West, earning their reputation as the most vicious thugs in existence.

Eventually, the four Kai kings had joined forces to seal them away on this planet at the edge of the galaxy.

"You seem to know a lot about us, but I don't have the habit of taking orders from others." Bojack grinned arrogantly; he was not a man who understood gratitude.

His four subordinates understood his intent immediately, spreading out into a combat formation to surround the green figure.

"Overestimating yourselves."

The green figure teleported instantly in front of Bojack. He pointed his index finger at the center of Bojack's brow, less than an inch away, a tiny point of yellow light flickering at his fingertip.

Bojack's body stiffened as he felt the threat of death. It was a terrifying, highly compressed energy, and he had no doubt that the beam could pierce straight through his skull.

"I... I'll listen to you." Faced with overwhelming power, Bojack immediately backed down.

He couldn't understand it. Back in the day, he had rampaged across the four galaxies without a rival, his strength far exceeding those Kai kings; he had only been sealed away because he was caught off guard by their schemes.

This powerhouse had suppressed him with such ease—where on earth had he come from?

Bojack took the Earth coordinates and took flight with his four subordinates. They traversed the universe at incredible speeds using only their physical bodies, a testament to the immense strength of the five.

"Son Goku, Trunks, I will make you taste the ultimate despair, bit by bit."

The green figure wore a playful smile before vanishing from the planet the next second.

In Age 764, Trunks, wearing a blue jacket and carrying a long sword, arrived on present-day Earth in his time machine, twenty years from the future.

"Calculating the time, Uncle Son Goku should be arriving soon." Trunks stood in the wilderness, looking up at the sky.

The purpose of his trip was to tell the Z Fighters that two terrifying androids would appear in three years.

He also brought the future's special medicine to cure Son Goku, who was destined to die of a viral heart disease.

Just as Trunks was waiting, five massive, evil auras descended upon Earth, carrying a violent intent to destroy everything in their path.

"So strong!" Trunks instinctively gripped his sword hilt, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

"Could the androids have appeared early? But the androids don't have any ki!"

He felt that even the weakest of these five auras was on par with Android 17 and 18, while the strongest one far surpassed them.

"What exactly happened in the past? Did my arrival change history?"

According to Bulma's account, they had never encountered such terrifying enemies in the past.

Under Trunks's fearful gaze, the five extraterrestrials descended directly toward his position, as if they had come prepared.

There was no earth-shattering noise; Bojack and his crew controlled their power with ease, staring playfully at the boy before them.

"Are you the strongest warrior on this planet?" Zangya was a cute girl with orange, shoulder-length wavy hair.

"Who are you people?" Trunks braced himself, having already drawn the sword from his back.

"Take us to North Kai." Gokua, who also carried a long sword, was tall and lean.

"What North Kai?" Trunks looked blank; he had no idea who that was.

"It seems he isn't the one we're looking for." Bojack crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes cold.

Gokua stepped forward, his body blurring into cyan-blue afterimages as he drew his sword and slashed downward.

Boom!

Trunks did not hesitate. Golden flames erupted from his body, his hair stood on end, and he instantly transformed into a Super Saiyan.

Clang, clang, clang!

The two swords collided, sparks flying everywhere. The sharp sound of metal clashing made their eardrums ache.

With every collision, Trunks's arm grew more numb. The opponent's sword was too heavy, crashing down like a tidal wave, and the ground beneath his feet began to crumble.

"Heh heh heh!"

Bido, a short man who always wore a purple headscarf, extended his hands. Hair-thin energy threads instantly wrapped around Trunks's body.

"Ah!"

Trunks screamed as his sword fell from his hand. The energy threads dug into his skin and flesh, frantically draining his energy.

The golden aura radiating from the Super Saiyan dimmed at a visible rate.

Slash!

Gokua slashed his sword across Trunks's body, leaving a deep, bone-exposed wound from his left shoulder to his right abdomen that sprayed a fountain of blood.

"Ah..."

Trunks let out a miserable cry and collapsed heavily to the ground. He reverted to his base form, his purple hair plastered to his forehead, his vision slowly blurring.

"Mom..."

Trunks felt he had failed Bulma's hopes. If he died in the past, the future Bulma would surely be killed by the androids.

Gokua looked down at Trunks in the pool of blood with a cruel smile. He raised his sword high and brought it down hard toward Trunks's head.

Clang!

A figure suddenly appeared, one hand firmly catching Gokua's descending blade. No matter how hard the opponent pushed, he could not break free.

"Trunks, you're safe now." Son Gohan smiled, turning to look at the boy on the ground.

"Go... Gohan-niisan!"

Seeing this younger version of Son Gohan, Trunks trembled with excitement, tears rolling down his cheeks and splashing onto the ground.

He wasn't crying because he was saved; he felt as if he were looking at the Gohan who had a scar on his face, an empty left sleeve, and who had been killed by the androids while trying to save him.

Trunks choked out, "Gohan-niisan... seeing you alive... is truly wonderful..."