Dragon Ball: I Can Obtain the Memories of a Boss

There's no need for Bulma to finish speaking at this point.

How could people number 17 and 18 not understand?

"It's us, isn't it?!"

Only by consuming both of us can it become its complete form.

Number 17 opens.

Although it was a question, the tone was extremely confident.

I already guessed it.

Bulma nodded.

"That's right. You two are the key to its becoming the complete form. Only by absorbing the two of you can it become the complete form and the invincible warrior in the universe as envisioned by Dr. Gro."

Everyone looked at numbers 17 and 18 with pity.

That's truly pitiful.

Becoming androids wasn't enough; they also wanted to use them as fodder to feed other androids.

From beginning to end, he was just a pawn in Dr. Gro's hands.

Even though Trunks had experienced it in the future, he had never been to Dr. Gro's basement and was unaware of some of the connections involved.

Only now have things become clear.

"Fortunately, we discovered this place in advance."

Klin smiled.

If they destroy the embryo, none of what is described above will happen.

"Su Ming, destroy this place quickly. Use the power you just used to completely destroy everything here, reduce it to ashes, and leave no trace behind."

Piccolo wanted to take matters into his own hands.

Considering Su Ming's terrifying energy blast that had just destroyed everything, they decided against making a move.

Only Su Ming could erase this place without leaving a trace.

Su Ming nodded.

The power of destruction coalesced in his hand.

Everyone stepped back, not wanting to be affected by the force.

The destruction was silent; in just a few seconds, Dr. Groh's basement vanished from the world without leaving a trace.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Such disgusting and terrifying things should not exist in the world.

The matter has been resolved.

The other Z Fighters then left one after another, with only Goku and his son, and Vegeta and his son, returning with them.

Western capital.

Arrive at the lab bench.

Bulma has returned to her own battlefield, radiating confidence.

Dr. Gro's technology is remarkable, especially his expertise in energy, which is unparalleled.

However, Bulma possesses extraordinary scientific talent, in no way inferior to Dr. Gro's.

He even studied alien technology and has a future time machine that he will develop himself.

His talent had long since translated into an incredibly powerful level of research.

Just three days.

The self-destruct devices inside No. 17 and No. 18 were easily deactivated, and from then on they would no longer be controlled by anyone and could take charge of their own lives.

Jingle bell~

Unexpected events always happen unexpectedly; answering the phone disrupted the peace.

Bulma and Su Ming stared at the images that were being sent to them.

Looking at each other.

They still came. Even though Goku, who was at the peak of Super Saiyan 3 level, had already killed Cell in the future, there were still people from the future who came to the present.

I immediately decided to go there in person.

Trunks has always been wary of Number 17 and Number 18, and has not yet returned to the future.

I was extremely surprised to see this picture.

In his memory, Aunt Bulma only built two time machines.

One was in his hands, and the other was in the teacher's hands.

"Teacher, do you still have the time machine?"

Su Ming nodded, took out the universal capsule from his pocket, and threw it into the open space.

The same goes for Trunks.

Two identical time machines were placed in the yard.

It was confirmed that both of them had their time machines.

That way, we won't waste any more time.

The three of them set off together.

Su Ming used teleportation to arrive at the location of the photo.

This time machine has been here for a long time, covered in moss, and has blended into its surroundings.

"It's a real time machine."

Before arriving, Trunks still held onto a sliver of hope, expecting that it was just something that looked similar to a time machine and wasn't actually a time machine.

Faced with the facts, he had no choice but to believe them.

Trunks suddenly stepped forward and scraped away the moss on a corner of the time machine.

The body shook.

The simple four-letter word "hope" was written by his own hand on the time machine before he left.

Every stroke, every pause, is so familiar.

This is his time machine.

But... how could that be?

Trunks, still unconvinced, opened the capsule again and took out the time machine inside.

Compare each stroke of the English text above.

There has been absolutely no change.

It's the same machine.

"Someone else has come here from the future, even further away than your future."

Bulma concluded, looking at Trunks seriously, "And this person is probably not you."

In recent years, in order to study time machines, I have read a large number of books on time and have gained a deep understanding of time.

The appearance of Trunks, in particular, broke the uniqueness of time.

The future they live in is not the world Trunks lives in, but a distant and unknown future.

Even with a time machine, they couldn't reach their future.

Rather than saying that she in the future invented a time machine.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Bulma's future research will break down the world barrier, allowing her to travel not only through time but also across different worlds.

The present and the future where Trunks lives are two different parallel universes.

Trunks nodded.

If he traveled to the past in a time machine, he wouldn't need to hide anything and could appear openly in front of everyone.

The time machine in front of us is covered in moss, and it has probably been stored here for several years, or even longer.

It was definitely not him.

They hid and dared not show their faces.

This person is definitely not a kind person.

"Go and see when he came and which year he returned to."

Su Ming spoke.

Trunks flew onto the time machine, staring at the large hole in it. His pupils widened in shock. Such a brutal dismantling proved that the person who rode the time machine was no benevolent individual.

They were adept at checking the time.