American comic book: God among men, Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid

Chapter 197 The Lifestyles of Number 17 and Number 18
Trunks's face twitched upon hearing this. Since he no longer needed to hide his identity, whether or not this universe's child was born was none of his concern.
"What does this have to do with me! This child wasn't even mine to begin with!!!"

Seeing that the two had finally stopped, Lazuli raised her fair hand to her eyes, looked at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, and called out to them:

"I'm telling you two, the wonderful world is right in front of you, isn't it better to enjoy life?"

"You too, Lapis. We finally got an easy job overseas, shouldn't we slack off?"

"Look at everyone else, they're working themselves to the bone, practically doing the work of ten people. We should cherish this time to slack off. I just made plans with Wanda and Kara to go shopping and then have a big meal. Hurry up and come down!"

Upon hearing this, the two of them concealed their auras and landed on the ground. Lapis glanced helplessly at his sister, thinking, "It's true that beautiful women have always loved money."

Compared to Lazuli, who likes to slack off, Lapis is the quiet, workaholic type.

In Dragon Ball Super, the island guards are incredibly dedicated; they absolutely cannot leave their posts for even a few tens of minutes during work hours.

In response, Carrot warmly shook his hand and said, "The Justice League has no shortage of radicals, but it lacks a steadfast general like you!"
"Alright, that's all for today's training."

Lapis patted Trunks on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile:

"After three days of fighting, you should have released all the pent-up anger in your heart. Go and relax, and also see the world and its customs."

Based on his general assessment of Trunks over the past three days, he has concluded that the kid is unlikely to make any breakthroughs in the short term.

Unless you train behind closed doors for a year, you won't be able to surpass your current Super Saiyan form.

But he really didn't want to go into that mental time chamber again; it had given him psychological trauma!
Being a sparring partner is fine, but going there to be a sparring partner is absolutely not an option!
Given the current situation, it's unrealistic for him to expect to achieve results in training to satisfy Carrot anytime soon; he should probably just play around.

Besides, Broly had also told him that Trunks' Super Saiyan transformation was just like that common stuff; he had to constantly develop his own potential to get stronger.

“Perfect timing. You can take this kid shopping. At least you'll have someone to carry your things. Iron Man emailed me last night, inviting me to go to Dr. Gro's research institute for an investigation.”

Lapis replied to Lazli, which immediately earned him a look of utter disdain from his sister.

Number 18 rubbed her forehead. How come she never knew her bratty younger brother had the potential to be a scab?

He actually took on another project behind her back?
"Boring. That old bastard Groh didn't turn you into a perpetual motion machine so you could be a scab."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's the kind of shopping machine that will keep you from getting tired no matter how long you shop. If I don't earn more, no amount of money will be enough for you."

Trunks was still a little unaccustomed to their daily bickering, especially since he was currently consumed by hatred, with nowhere to turn and no way out, so he really wasn't in the mood for it.
"I have no interest in going shopping."

Upon hearing this, Lazuli gave him a look of utter disdain and couldn't help but retort:

"I mean, how long has it been since you changed your clothes? I bet there aren't any clothing stores left in your world, are there?"

Upon hearing this, Trunks felt a pang of pain in his heart. He lowered his head, a wave of grief and indignation washing over him. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Whose fault is that? If it weren't for you guys from that world!"

Lazuli pressed her palm, imbued with energy, against Trunks' chest, her expression turning solemn.
"Kid, don't act like you're the only one in the world who's suffered."

"The despair you have experienced is something we have never experienced, but the despair we have experienced is something you have never experienced either."

"You've never experienced being cut open on a lab table, have you?" "You've never experienced having a bomb planted inside your body, have you?"

"You've never experienced being stripped of all emotions, kneeling before someone like a robot, have you?"

"I don't want to talk to you about fate or anything like that. Who in this world isn't fighting against fate as long as they're alive?"

Who hasn't been tormented by fate?

"Everyone in the Alliance is fighting for this planet. It's true that your appearance has shown us the possibilities of endless spacetime, but so what? What do you think everyone wants to do when they say they want to go to your world?"

"No one here is excited out of curiosity!"

"Batman, Iron Man, Carrot, and even the entire league are mostly only thinking about one thing."

Lazuli stared into Trunks's already cloudy eyes, her pale fingertips lifting his scarred body, and said, word by word:
"That is, how many times did we fail in the endless timeline, ultimately leading to the destruction of the world?"

"For me and Lapis, what's more terrifying than death is forgetting what it feels like to be alive. This is the human touch that Lapis has always cherished, and it's also the reason why he tries to believe in the Justice League."

Even so, we are living in our own way.

"I've heard a lot about your timeline these past few days. Haven't you paid enough price for your impulsive and willful behavior?"

"How many soldiers died between the time we appeared in that world and the twenty years you traveled through time?"

Upon hearing this, Trunks almost lost his composure, tightly closing his eyes, afraid that he would shed tears in front of these two.

However, what awaited him was not the expected attack, but a necklace worn around his neck.

Lazuli's gentle movements exuded a kind of soothing, stepmotherly comfort as she placed a metal necklace with an "S" symbol on Trunks's neck and casually ruffled his hair.
"Live well, enjoy life, play games, and savor your life. There's always a way to solve everything."

Trunks gently lifted the necklace with his hands, the engraved pattern still glistening in his eyes, and murmured, "What is this?"

"Carrot asked me to give this to you. It's the family crest of the El family, symbolizing hope."

As Lazuli spoke, Lapis patted Trunks on the shoulder and said, "According to the records, Carrot El used to have the surname Son. Judging from his identity, he may be the Mr. Goku you are looking for in this universe."

Clutching the necklace tightly, Trunks was filled with mixed emotions: "Mr. Goku... no, Mr. Al, no matter which timeline you're in, I thank you for your trust."

Lapis advised, "Although you came here by accident, both Stark and Dr. Banner agree that your initial plan will fail, and you cannot change the future by changing the past."

"So why not try to seize your own future in this time and space?"

Trunks never imagined that one day he would hear words of encouragement from Number 17 and Number 18, words that sounded so pleasant and brought tears to his eyes.

Thinking of this, he solemnly bowed to the two of them, and for the first time formally addressed them by their names. Those two androids with numerical designations were now a thing of the past in this universe.
"Thank you, Lapis, Lazli!"

"You're welcome. Please help me carry my things when we go shopping later."

(End of this chapter)