Dragon Ball: Reborn as a Saiyan, I'm even more eccentric than Goku!

Chapter 127 A Tragic Future

The side away from the crowd.

Trunks said, "Sorry, Mr. Goku!"

My appearance may have created a butterfly effect.

Originally, it was supposed to be Frieza and King Cold who came to Earth and were killed by you.

Unexpectedly, Frieza's brother Cooler and King Cold arrived, and I couldn't even defeat them.

Thankfully, you arrived in time.

Sun Wukong said, "Don't say that!"

"Thanks to you, everyone was able to hold out until we returned unharmed."

"No, don't be so polite!" Trunks and Goku's conversation still seemed a bit reserved.

Wukong continued, "Actually, we knew that Cooler and King Kurd had come. They knew we were coming back and came after us on their own."

It's just that their spaceship was faster and returned before us!

However, Sun Mo and I have already learned teleportation. Once their breathing stabilizes, we can use teleportation to catch up instantly.

"Instant teleportation?"

Sun Wukong explained, "That's right, it's about being able to sense someone's presence and instantly traverse an incredibly vast distance to appear beside that person."

Trunks suddenly realized.

"So that's how it is. I really did unintentionally change history—"

So, I only intended to meet with Mr. Wukong, but I ended up running into almost everyone.

Wukong blinked, puzzled, and asked, "History? What exactly is it?"

Trunks looked at Goku seriously and said, "Please keep everything I say a secret, please."

Sun Wukong sensed the other person's seriousness and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, I will definitely keep your mouth shut."

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Trunks said, "This might be hard to believe for people of your time."

I'm not actually a modern person, but from 20 years in the future. I traveled through time in a time machine to get here.

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Sun Wukong was startled.

"What?"

"Traveled here from 20 years in the future?"

Trunks nodded: "That's right!"

The reason I can transform into a Saiyan is because I also have Saiyan blood. However, I haven't been born in this era yet, so my identity can't be revealed, otherwise I might not have been born at all.

Sun Wukong suddenly realized.

"I understand now. Your hair color is very similar to Bulma's. You must be Sun Mo and Bulma's son, right?"

Trunks was taken aback.

Who is Sun Mo?

Wukong immediately asked in surprise, "Sun Mo, don't you know him?"

He's the Saiyan who came with me. He was adopted and raised by my grandfather along with me, so he's kind of like my older brother.

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"elder brother?

"In our timeline, there doesn't seem to be a person named Sun Mo—" Trunks' face showed a look of confusion.

Wukong scratched his head: "How could that be? Isn't Sun Mo there?"

Trunks nodded again: "It seems that this world is completely different from the one I live in!"

Oh, right, you just said my mom is married?

Goku nodded and said, "Yes, Bulma and Sonmo got married a long time ago and had a daughter who is exactly the same age as my Gohan—"

Trunks was even more confused.

Seeing Trunks's confusion, Goku scratched his head and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"I've been married for many years, and Bulma is several years older than me. Isn't it normal for her to be married?"

Trunks said in surprise, "N-nothing, I understand—"

Things took an unexpected turn, and Trunks was in a state of panic, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, Wukong realized something was wrong and exclaimed, "That's not right!"

You say there's no Sun Mo in your world, but you're a Saiyan, so who are you Bulma's son with?

Trunks was speechless.

At that moment, Sun Mo landed beside them.

"He is the son of Vegeta and Bulma —"

Wukong was shocked: "What? How is this possible?"

Trunks also looked at Sun Mo in shock.

How did you know?

Sun Mo said, "Never mind how I know."

Regardless, Bulma in this timeline is my wife, and I feel very uncomfortable seeing you arrive.

So let's leave this topic here and get back to business.

After saying that, Sun Mo crossed his arms and turned his head away.

Although Sun Mo usually seems indifferent to these things, he is completely unable to control his emotions when faced with the existence of Trunks from another timeline, let alone explain everything that will happen in the future in an organized manner.

Trunks himself will have to explain the cause and effect of all this.

Trunks nodded immediately and turned to look at Goku.

"Yes, I didn't come here to say these things. I have something more important to tell you."

Three years later in this world, on the morning of May 12th, two terrifying enemies will appear on a small island southwest of Nandu.

Sun Wukong asked seriously, "Are they aliens?"

Trunks shook his head: "No, they are androids created on Earth, and the creator is none other than Dr. Gro of the Red Ribbon Army!"

Wukong was stunned again.

"The Red Ribbon Army?"

Trunks nodded and said, "That's right. Although the Red Ribbon Army was destroyed by Mr. Goku, Dr. Gero is still continuing his research—"

Wukong asked curiously, "Why? Is it to conquer the world?"

Trunks said, "I'm not entirely sure, but at least Dr. Groh has that intention."

However, Dr. Gro was killed by the android he himself created.

Our world is now only inhabited by androids who revel in killing and destruction.

Sun Wukong frowned and said, "You can already transform into a Super Saiyan, yet you're still no match for the Androids?"

Trunks nodded: "That's right. Although I resisted, I was only one person and ultimately failed, but thankfully I escaped."

"Wait!" Wukong suddenly realized something was wrong.

He pressed further, "You said you were alone, so where are your companions?"

Trunks said dejectedly, "No, twenty years later, I am the only warrior left."

Three years later, whether it was Dad, Mr. Krillin, Mr. Tien Shinhan, or even Piccolo—they were all killed.

My kung fu master, Gohan, whom I was fortunate enough to learn, died four years ago while saving me.

As you probably know, if Mr. Piccolo dies, Kami will also die, and the Dragon Balls will be useless.

No one can be resurrected anymore.

As time went by, the androids became increasingly fond of living a life of utter disregard for human life, and the world I lived in became like hell.

Wukong could almost see the apocalyptic future on his face, a future devoid of any light, and he couldn't help but be moved.

But Trunks hasn't mentioned what he cares about most.

Wukong pressed on, "Wait, what about me? What happened to my future self? Was I also killed by the androids?"

Trunks retorted, "You weren't involved in the fight!"

"What?"

Wukong was somewhat taken aback.

Trunks continued, "Now, not long after, you will fall seriously ill and pass away."

"How could this happen—"