Just as the three were locked in fierce combat...
In a hidden corner, a figure in emerald green peeked out halfway.
" Son Goku?"
"This energy isn't from Son Goku..."
"With my current strength... it would still be somewhat dangerous to face these guys..."
"Let's increase the power a little..."
As soon as the words were spoken, the green figure vanished without a trace.
The continuous explosions still echoed in the sky.
The android siblings' punches and kicks were highly coordinated.
Two double punches approached simultaneously.
"Bang!"
A deafening sonic boom exploded in mid-air, shattering the remaining glass curtain walls around it.
The "crack" sound of Turles's dislocated bones.
He groaned, his entire body thrown back by the brute force!
Before he could regain his balance, a sharp whooshing sound came from his right.
Android 18 raised his right hand, his palm flashing repeatedly.
High-concentration energy bombs followed one after another.
Under this intense combined attack, Turles was finding it increasingly difficult to cope.
Several attempts to find a way to break the deadlock failed.
Have we reached our limit?
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced at the siblings who were approaching him like horns.
Turles felt a sinking feeling in his heart; he already knew what was going on.
After a brief moment of thought, he suddenly retreated sharply, widening the distance between himself and the android siblings.
"Is this all you've got? Nothing special. Two against one and you're still dragging your feet. Do you even know how to fight?" Turles stopped what he was doing.
This action also puzzled the android siblings.
But no matter what Turles is up to, they are absolutely not going to let him go today.
This is a threat to them!
They quickly blocked Turles' possible escape route, one in front and one behind.
" Son Goku, talking nonsense is useless!"
This is your grave!
Turles gave a meaningful smile.
"No, I don't like this environment. I might have to disappoint you!"
"Well, I've had a very fruitful trip today."
"A wise man avoids dangerous situations; I won't keep you here any longer."
Android 17 and Android 18 frowned upon hearing this.
"What? Trying to run away?"
"Don't even dream about it! You can't escape!"
"If you obediently accept your fate, how about we give you a quick death?"
"Otherwise, we'll show you what it means to wish you were dead!"
Turles simply maintained a strange smile in response to the android siblings' words.
Suddenly, he clasped his hands together.
Upon seeing this, the android siblings immediately became alert and assumed a defensive stance.
An extremely unstable, bright golden Ki Blast was compressed out between Turles' slowly parted palms.
Android 17, frowning, charged forward first.
Turles pretended to throw it, but at the last moment he slammed the Ki Blast into the ground!
The violent explosion, mixed with the billowing smoke and dust, instantly enveloped the battlefield, obscuring visibility.
For a moment, neither Android 17 nor Android 18 dared to step forward.
He looked wary.
They even tentatively fired Ki Blast.
But they all passed through the smoke and dust without any hindrance.
The siblings' eyes widened in surprise.
The smoke and dust finally dissipated.
But it was completely empty!
Just vanished into thin air like that?
It's a ghost!
Space was violently distorted.
Turles ' body fell from the void and crashed down heavily.
He knelt on the ground, his palms scraping raw and bleeding.
He braced himself on the ground with one hand, his chest heaving violently.
What I just did in front of numbers seventeen and eighteen was obviously just a bluff.
Forcibly initiating Instant Transmission would place a far greater strain on his body than he had calculated.
If we hadn't intimidated them back then, we probably wouldn't have even had a chance to Instant Transmission.
That guy Dr. Gero...
They've really created something incredible!
Turles wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to his feet.
The once bustling market was now deathly silent.
All pedestrians in front of the stalls stopped what they were doing.
Countless pairs of eyes were fixed on this uninvited guest who had appeared out of nowhere.
This is the Planet Yardrat.
As it turns out, even with different timelines, he can Instant Transmission between Earth and the Planet Yardrat.
"It's Saiyan!"
Someone in the crowd gasped in surprise.
"Look at that tail and that hair, it's definitely Saiyan!"
Is that Son Goku?
"No, Son Goku's aura isn't like that, and he looks seriously injured."
"I remember, Goku didn't have a tail!"
"No matter who he is, aren't Saiyan our friends? Should we go and help him?"
"Is that so? But he's not Son Goku Wukong!"
More and more residents of the Planet Yardrat, dressed in exotic attire, have quietly gathered around.
They are generally short in stature, with pink skin and pointed ears.
It has a patch of blue spots on its head.
The murmurs grew louder, and a few of the bolder young men moved even closer.
She was still holding the fruits and vegetables she had just bought, as if she was hesitating whether or not to help.
"Move aside."
An aged but powerful voice came from behind the crowd.
The surrounding Yardratian immediately shut up and automatically stepped aside to make way.
An elderly man dressed in a loose robe and leaning on a wooden cane walked slowly towards them.
He stopped in front of Turles and looked him up and down.
"Hello, Saiyan friend."
The old man bowed slightly, performing a traditional greeting from the Planet Yardrat.
Turles steadied himself and returned the greeting with a bow.
"Hello."
"I'm not Son Goku, my name is Turles."
The old man nodded. "I know, your temperament is completely different from his."
Turles nodded to himself.
The Yardratian truly have a unique approach to the development of Qi.
Are you from Earth?
Turles nodded again.
The elder Yardrat smiled, " The Saiyan of Earth are our friends."
Please come with me, we can treat your injuries.
" The Grand Elder is also waiting for you inside."
"Thank you very much!" Turles said earnestly.
Elder Yardrat said nonchalantly, "It's alright."
Helping friends is something we should do.
Turles followed the old man into the main hall.
The light inside the hall was slightly dimmer than outside.
Many Yardratian sat cross-legged in two rows.
It looks like they're engaged in some kind of spiritual practice?
In the center of the main hall was a prayer mat.
The one sitting cross-legged there must be the Grand Elder.
He was much larger than the average Yardratian.
No, it should be said that they are much larger than ordinary intelligent life forms in Turles's understanding.
Furthermore, its appearance is different from that of the typical pink-skinned, pointy-eared Yardratian.
His skin was blue, and he appeared rather round overall.
However, his eyes looked somewhat dazed and innocent.
He seemed lost in thought, or perhaps dozing off.
Out of politeness, Turles greeted him immediately.
But all I got was silence.
Just as Turles sensed something was off, the Grand Elder finally spoke.
Hello, my name is Pybara.
"Welcome to Planet Yardrat, my friend. You look..."
"He looks a lot like Goku."
Turles: "..."
Is this how you interact with a robot?