Tights, holding the child, slowly walked to the two little ones, her face full of concern and heartache.
"Keep being happy even after you return to the future!"
"Yes! We understand, Madam!"
Trunks and Son Goten nodded solemnly at the same time, answering in unison.
"Pfft."
Tights was amused by the nickname.
"What kind of 'teacher's wife' is that? That sounds so rustic."
She reached out and ruffled the hair of the two little ones.
"Speaking of which, I should be Trunks's aunt and Goten's aunt."
"Auntie!"
"Aunt!"
The two little ones immediately smiled and changed their tune.
This address brought a slight warmth to Tights's eyes; the warm atmosphere was tinged with the bittersweetness of impending separation.
She looked down at the baby sleeping soundly in her arms.
She hopes that Trunks and Son Goten, when they return to their future, can also create such peace themselves.
Then, Tapion walked over to the two little ones.
Looking at the two energetic teenagers in front of him, he had come to regard them as his own younger brothers after a year of getting to know them.
"As Mr. Turles's disciple, I believe in you."
Tapion's voice was steady and powerful.
No matter how powerful the enemy may be in the future, you will be able to defeat them!
As he spoke, Tapion, under the astonished gazes of the two children, reached down and unfastened the Hero's Sword that had been with him for a thousand years from his waist.
He held the sword with both hands, first looking at Trunks, then at Son Goten.
Finally, he solemnly handed the scabbard to Trunks.
"This sword... I may no longer need it... I'll give it to you!"
"Back then... I failed to protect my younger brother..."
Tapion's voice carried a hint of relief and hoarseness.
"I hope that while you're protecting everyone, you won't forget to protect Goten too!"
Trunks stretched out his hands and solemnly accepted the heavy Hero's Sword.
The moment he held the sword, he felt an unprecedented sense of responsibility.
"I will!"
Trunks clutched the sword tightly to his chest and looked up.
"Big brother! I will always stand in front of Goten!"
Son Goten also looked serious, "I'll protect myself too! I won't let Trunks fight alone!"
Trunks took a deep breath and solemnly slung the Hero's Sword, which carried a thousand-year destiny, over his back.
The weight transmitted through the sword was far greater than I had imagined.
It seems to be more than just the power of the sword itself!
After doing all this, Trunks and Son Goten turned around side by side and came to Turles, who was waiting quietly to the side.
The two looked up at the man in front of them.
Respect, gratitude, and a deep sense of reluctance—a complex mix of emotions shone in their clear eyes.
Since their transmigration, Turles, as their master, has largely filled the void of the "father" role that was missing in their past lives!
Turles stretched out his hands, his movements unusually gentle, and placed them on the tops of the two little ones' heads.
The warmth from his palm made the two little ones tremble slightly.
Turles could clearly sense that, after more extreme training, the immense "qi" within them, which had undergone a complete transformation, was no longer as immature as it had been when they first met.
Turles ' lips twitched upwards slightly, a rare occurrence for him.
But this mildness did not last long.
He withdrew his hand, and the warmth on his face vanished instantly.
They became serious.
"Once we get back, we'll take care of Cell first!"
"You are the only hope for the future!"
"You guys no longer have the confidence to be careless, you know that!"
The oppressive feeling of fighting with their backs against the wall, and the heavy weight of the mission of the savior, were mercilessly pressed onto the shoulders of the two boys by Turles.
Trunks and Son Goten felt the resolve in their master's words, and their hearts clenched.
They nodded emphatically at the same time and answered loudly in unison.
Don't worry, Master!
Son Goten clenched his little fist, a confident smile spreading across his face. He made a forceful punching motion and added loudly.
"That Cell guy! We'll just punch him away!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
A chilling, bone-chilling killing intent erupted from Turles in an instant.
Trunks and Son Goten's smiles froze instantly.
"It wasn't knocked away!"
"It's time to kill!"
"Kill him as quickly as possible!"
Turles corrected him sternly!
The two children also became serious in this atmosphere.
He nodded solemnly once more, engraving the words "one-hit kill" deep into his soul.
Seeing that they were finally listening to him, Turles's terrifying killing intent slowly subsided.
His tone softened slightly.
"I have asked Eternal Dragon to grant you the ability to sense the location of the Namekian."
"After you go back, you need to find New Namek and borrow the Dragon Ball from them in order to save your timeline!"
Trunks and Son Goten trembled slightly.
An unprecedented glimmer of hope shone in his eyes!
They looked at Turles and continued to nod vigorously.
"Then Master!"
After a long while, Trunks and Son Goten finally calmed down. They both took a step back and bowed deeply to Turles.
They forced back tears welling in their eyes, raised their heads, and shouted goodbye with all their might.
"We're leaving!"
"Um."
Turles nodded slightly, watching the two turn around, and strode confidently toward the Time Machine.
Behind him, Dr. Brief had made his final preparations.
"Besides!"
Turles suddenly spoke again.
Even after peace is restored, I hope you will not slacken your cultivation!
His gaze was profound, as if piercing through the dome of the Lookout and looking towards the boundless starry sky.
His tone carried a deep sense of warning.
"In this universe, there may be many unpredictable disasters and powerful enemies!"
Only through continuous self-cultivation and surpassing oneself can one protect everyone from potentially formidable enemies!
The two jumped into the cockpit of the Time Machine.
Dr. Brief pressed the external start switch.
"Buzz--"
The hatch slowly closed, cutting off the last glimpse of the outside world.
Then came the deafening roar of the engine!
A dazzling light burst forth from the bottom of the machine, and the entire machine slowly rose into the air, leaving a charred circular mark on the lawn.
The light grew brighter and brighter, until finally, the Time Machine transformed into a dazzling streak of light that tore through space and shot into the sky.
An irregular crack was forcibly torn open in space, and the machine disappeared into it.
The crack slowly closed, and the sky returned to calm, as if nothing had happened...