Super Grandmaster of Dragonball

"Should we fight here, or go somewhere else." Sun Wukong looked at Trunks with some doubts. He could see that Trunks seemed to have no fighting spirit, and his expression was obviously in a trance.

"I do know a good place where we can fight freely without any scruples, or if we go there, you put your hand on my shoulder and I will take you there." Sun Wukong shouted.

"Put your hands on your shoulders, you take me there?" Trunks was a little puzzled, but he no longer wanted to fight.

"It's not necessary, Mr. Monkey King, let's do a few tricks here." Trunks slowly raised his hand and landed on the hilt of the long sword on his back, "I'm sorry to offend you!" Before the voice fell, The sword light suddenly appeared, and I saw Trunks holding the sword in both hands and slashing at Monkey King's head. The long sword reached Monkey King's forehead in one stroke, less than two fists away from Monkey King's head, and the sword was still flying.

But Sun Wukong didn't move, just looked at Trunks coldly.

"What?"

Trunks' pupils shrank slightly, and then the sword stopped. At this time, the sword was within three fingers of Monkey King's forehead, and a strand of black hair that had been chopped off fell from Monkey King's forehead.

Trunks looked at Monkey King in surprise.

"Why don't you hide?"

"Because you didn't have any murderous intent at all just now." Sun Wukong looked at Trunks, "I can still tell the difference."

"I see." Trunks lowered his sword, "Then let me tell you, I won't stop in time next time, do you know?"

"I know." Sun Wukong lightly raised one hand, curled up his four fingers, raised his index finger, and his breath condensed on the tip of his index finger. After all, Monkey King came to fight Trunks, so naturally he couldn't stop fighting just because the other party didn't have any murderous intent. .

The sword light flickered again, still striking at Monkey King's forehead.

"Clang!"

This time Monkey King made a move, and the hand with the index finger raised slightly, Trunks didn't even feel how Monkey King made the move, the food hit Trunks' sword blade, like a hammer hitting the sword, Trunks' long sword was directly bounced away.

"This..." Trunks' heart skipped a beat, he turned his sword, and struck again, Monkey King still blocked the sword with his index finger. The two passed a hundred moves in an instant, and then Trunks drew his sword and stood up.

There was some shock in his eyes.

Just now, he used more force and faster sword than sword, but Monkey King's movements were still elegant and calm, without a trace of fireworks, and there was not much change from the first move to the last move.

The long sword flew up, twirling and flying into the sky, the golden arrogance on Trunks' body disappeared, and the soaring blond hair also turned into the original gray-blue color and fell down.

"Although I don't know why you are not a Super Saiyan, but your current strength has indeed reached the level of being able to kill Frieza. You really deserve your reputation. As expected, the legend is true. No, it should be said that you are stronger than the legend. !” Trunks exclaimed, this is naturally his sincere praise, but there is deep dissatisfaction in his eyes, after all, he is the son of Vegeta and Bulma, so he is naturally proud in his bones.

The long sword fell.

Trunks turned his body slightly, the long sword sheathed.

"This sword is the sword that split the Kurdish king in two." Trunks praised.

"You're too polite, you haven't shown your full strength!" Monkey King said crisply, with Monkey King's current eyesight, it is natural to see that Trunks has not shown 100% of his strength.

There was a smile on Trunks' face. He really didn't show his full strength. Naturally, there were many reasons for this, except that he had no intention to compete with Monkey King now. The biggest reason was Trunks' arrogance, because Trunks became a super Saiyans have been around for a long time, and Goku...not even a Super Saiyan.

"I won't be able to win Uncle Monkey King now!" A thought flashed through Trunks' mind.

"Mr. Sun Wukong, you are a person who can be trusted by others, so... I will tell you everything." Trunks said, "Now what I tell you, please keep it in your heart. Can't say it."

"Understood, you can speak out with confidence, I am a very tight-lipped person." Monkey King said seriously.

"It may be hard for you to believe this, but I came to this era in a space-time machine from the future about twenty years later." Trunks said with some pride.

"From the future? The future twenty years later?" Monkey King opened his mouth in surprise.

Boulma in the sky also cried out in surprise at this time, she is different from Sun Wukong, she is a genius scientist, she naturally has her own understanding of the future, the passage of time and so on.

"My name is Trunks. If you wonder why I have Saiyan blood, it is because of Vegeta standing there. He is my father." It rang in my ears.

"What?"

Bulma had a strange expression on her face, she turned her head to look at Vegeta not far away with a cold face and a stranger.

"Klin, I can't imagine that fierce Vegeta, his son is so sunny and handsome." Boulma whispered into Klin's ear. "How do you know that Trunks is sunny and handsome?" Klin asked a little jealously. With his eyesight, he could see that Trunks in the distance was indeed handsome, even more handsome than Vegeta.

"Hehe..." Bulma laughed, "I can tell, why, are you jealous?"

"I will be born about two years from now..." Trunks told Sun Wukong about the artificial man like in the original drama, and Boulma was quickly attracted.

"On May 12, about three years from now..."

"A terrifyingly strong duo appeared..."

"They were created by the people on Earth, so-called artificial humans..." Following Trunks' narration, Boulma's face became serious.

"Tianjin rice is dead, dumplings are dead!"

"Vegeta is dead, Piccolo is dead! Klin's son is dead, and Yamcha is dead!" Boulma couldn't help but hugged Klin tightly when he heard this.

"Don't worry, I'm the king in this world. A mere man-made man may be scary to Trunks, but it's not in my eyes." Sun Wuben, who had already taken control of his body, patted Boulma on the back. , full of strong self-confidence.

Boulma immediately felt very relieved, she looked at Sun Wuben obsessively with beautiful eyes, and nodded slightly.

"Because Piccolo died, the Dragon Balls also disappeared, and no one can die and come back to life..."

"In order to enjoy the fun of killing people, the artificial people deliberately killed them one by one slowly..." Trunks said here, his face was full of pain, his fists were clenched, and his voice was extremely sad, angry, helpless and even desperate, "We live The future world is like a living hell!"

Then Sun Wukong suddenly remembered something, and Trunks didn't mention him.

"Did I die at their hands too?" Sun Wukong asked.

"No, you didn't participate in the battle!" Trunks talked about Sun Wukong's illness in the future. The special medicine for treating heart disease patients that came out later, finally talked about his mother.

"What?"

Boulma's bright and beautiful eyes were wide open, as was her lipsticked mouth.

"I... I'm Trunks' mother? Me and Vegeta..." Bulma suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the flesh on Klin's cheek and pulled it hard.

"Bulma, what are you doing?"

"Does it hurt? Doesn't it hurt, did I hear wrong?" Boulma muttered incredulously.

"It's me who you screwed, and it's me who hurts." Sun Wuben shouted, at this time Trunks talked about why Bulma didn't marry Yamcha, and ended up with Vegeta.

"That's right, it turns out that Vegeta and I are not married at all, and we don't live together often..." Boulma frowned, she turned her head to look at Klin, and then at Vegeta not far away, Looking at Yamcha again, "I will really be with that guy Vegeta..."

"Don't be crazy, Trunks seems to be leaving." Sun Wuben patted Bulma's buttocks again.

"Ouch, take it easy." Bulma yelled, suddenly smiling, "I knew you would be jealous, is Trunks leaving?"

"Yeah." Sun Wuben looked at the bright, youthful, and proud little princess beside him, and the image of Boulma from the world of Grand Trunks in Dragon Ball Z appeared in his mind. It is also very haggard and aging, and the inexplicable Sun Wuben felt a pain in his heart. Such a proud little princess will become like that in the future...

"Bulma, I've decided." Sun Wuben said in a deep voice.

"What has been decided?" Boulma looked at Sun Wuben suspiciously, and she could feel the changes in Sun Wuben naturally.

"I want to go to that world."

"That world?" Boulma was taken aback for a moment, but then realized, "You mean the world of Trunks?"

"Well, didn't you hear what Trunks said just now? The reason why his mother has supported until now is because of an idea. She wants to create a time machine and come here to tell us to change that history and make that tragic future It won't happen again." Sun Wuben said in a deep voice, "When I heard what Trunks said, I suddenly felt very distressed."

"Distressed?" Boulma whispered, "Yeah, it's not easy for them."

"I was thinking, you in that world, you have endured pain in the hellish world for nearly twenty years, pulled Trunks up, and created a time machine... how rare it is, and now she..." Sun Wuben read Looking at Boulma, "When I see you, I think of her, her situation, her 20 years of painful life, I feel a pain in my chest..."

"do not talk."

Tears overflowed from Buma's eyes, and she naturally felt that Sun Wuben was sincere.

"I know you love me, I'm very satisfied!" Boulma hugged Sun Wuben tightly with both hands.

"Bulma, you are also you in the future. When I think of you, I feel that I can't wait for a moment. Trunks' strength is not enough to kill artificial humans. If he is allowed to return to the future, they will It will continue...that world, and you in the future...will continue to struggle in that world." Sun Wuben said in a deep voice, "I want to go to him with Trunks."

"But your strength..." Bulma's beautiful eyes were full of worry.

"I'm far beyond Trunks, and I think I'm far beyond the cyborg he's talking about, and, you know I'm not going to take any chances at all, and I'm going to protect my Boulma, I don't want me I'm dead, another man will sleep with my darling Boulma." Sun Wuben laughed.

"But it's still too dangerous. I'm afraid you won't be able to..."

"So, I want you to go with me. If I die, you will die too. If you die, I will die too. How dare you?" Sun Wuben fixed his eyes on Boulma.

A smile appeared on Boulma's face, her cheeks were flushed: "I can go crazy with you, but we must make the next little Klin."

"Tranks is leaving, let's regenerate over there." Sun Wuben said.

"My girl promises you." Boulma blushed and lowered her head, whispering, "But let's say goodbye to everyone first, and I have to tell my parents, after all, we are going to the future world, who knows how long it will take I just came back, and aren't you worried about the artificial humans in this world?"

"Didn't Trunks just say that if his time machine can collect enough energy, going back and forth is not a problem at all. Don't forget that I have teleportation. With this ability, plus my Smart, with your help, collecting energy is not a trivial matter." Sun Wuben laughed, "As for Goku, he hasn't turned into a Super Saiyan, but he is stronger than Franklin, artificial human, to be honest, I don't think so."

"Anyway, you are right." Buma kissed Sun Wuben on the face, "Let's go see everyone."

"Yeah." Sun Wuben flew down with Bulma in his arms.