Dragon Ball: I Can Obtain the Memories of a Boss

I want to become as strong as you; I must save the world.

Trunks bowed deeply, completely convinced that this legendary strongest human was even more powerful than a Saiyan.

The reason why his aunt chose to set the time three years ago was so that he could cultivate with Su Ming and become stronger, so that he could save the future.

"I can teach you, but I'll have to go there myself in the future."

Su Ming wanted to meet Bulma, who lived in the Despair Universe.

How has she managed to survive all these years?

"Oh? Do you intend to deal with them yourself?"

"No, I'm going to see her."

The affairs of the future should be resolved by people of the future.

Su Ming brought Trunks home.

Su Ming did not hide anything from Bulma about the future.

Trunks also added, "Auntie, Uncle, please keep this a secret. About a year from now, Father will be stranded on Auntie's planet. If he disrupts this, I might not have been born."

The two nodded.

After some hesitation, Bulma ultimately decided not to go to the future with him.

"Take good care of her for me. The future me will definitely need you more now."

"Yes, I will. What happens in the future will definitely not happen to the two of us."

I promise."

Su Ming spoke earnestly.

Bulma simply nestled quietly in his arms, feeling his heartbeat.

Bulma will always believe his words.

on the lawn.

Trunks opened the capsule and took out the time machine.

"I am leaving."

Su Ming boarded the time machine, left his last words, and the machine started up, flying into the air and disappearing into the time rift.

The future Western Capital.

Su Ming jumped out of the time machine, his nose filled with the smell of gunpowder, and all he could see were dilapidated houses.

"Come this way."

Trunks wanted to take Su Ming to see Bulma.

"No need, I'll take you there."

Chapter 81 The haggard Bulma teaches spiritual practice

"Ok?"

Trunks was taken aback. Whose world was this?

next moment.

Trunks' vision blurred, and he found himself in a familiar place.

Upon closer inspection.

Isn't this the place I've lived in all these years?

Su Ming really brought him back. Is this the technique of teleportation?

Trunks recalled hearing it from his aunt.

That's an amazing skill.

Su Ming did not suddenly teleport in front of Bulma, but stood in front of her through a door.

After not seeing each other for many years, we need to give her some space to react.

open the door.

Gray and cold.

This was Su Ming's first impression.

Looking up, all you see are machines and high-tech equipment; there's no trace of everyday life.

Su Ming glanced at all of these things in a flash, his gaze landing only on the woman resting on the table.

She was fast asleep, the quiet room filled with soft snores. She must have been having a wonderful dream. A smile played on her lips. She was already a married woman, but at this moment she felt the same way she did when she was young and in love.

But Su Ming didn't care about any of that; he only saw her exhaustion and weariness. She was too tired.

She herself was born into a life of luxury and love.

Su Ming's breath hitched.

"Su..."

Trunks' voice came from behind. Su Ming keenly noticed that Bulma's eyes twitched slightly, as if she was about to wake up. He instantly suppressed her with his aura, preventing her from making a sound.

"Don't make a sound."

After giving this instruction, Su Ming stealthily approached Bulma step by step, and only when he reached the table did he see the entire table.

Bulma had very little at hand: a pen, a few sheets of paper, and... a photograph.

It's a photo of him and me.

It was also the only thing she held tightly to, fearing that someone would take away her precious possession.

A flash of light pierced my eyes.

Su Ming's pupils constricted when he saw it; it was the bracelet he had just given to Bulma.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Su Ming's eyes stung with tears. He suddenly felt an urge to beat his future self to death. He was such a useless piece of trash, leaving a woman to bear all of this alone.

Gently pick her up.

It was very light, as light as a pile of feathers in my arms.

Trunks stood in the doorway, watching this scene with deep emotion.

Su Ming really loves his aunt.

He left quietly, needing to continue his cultivation.

"Little...Little...Ming...Sister...Hello..."

In her sleep, Bulma seemed to sense a familiar presence. She nestled her little head in his arms, finding a comfortable position, just like back then.

Su Ming didn't teleport, as that would wake her.

I carried her back to the room step by step, and just stood there watching her, fully conscious.

It got dark, then it got light again.

Perhaps she was exhausted, or perhaps it was the return of familiar faces, but she slept for more than twenty hours.

On the third day at dawn, Bulma's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her beautiful eyes hazily to find a figure before her.

wrong!

Bulma instantly snapped back to reality. She had been resting on the table for a while because she was tired from her research, but now she was in bed. Her eyes cleared instantly, and she recognized the person in front of her.

"Xiao...Ming, it seems I'm still dreaming."

Bulma smiled.

Su Ming could see the bleakness in her smile then; even in her dream, she was heartbroken.

The next moment, a soft, fragrant scent enveloped her.

"I'm so happy to see you in my dreams."

Su Ming opened his mouth, his lips trembling slightly, unsure of how to begin. "Bulma, it's me. I've come."

The woman in his arms trembled; she was warm, she was real.

He's here! Xiao Ming's here?!

Bulma looked up, her delicate hand reaching out to stroke his face, "I can feel... it's... warm..."

The voice was trembling

Woohoo~

After Bulma confirmed that she wasn't dreaming, she threw herself into his arms again and burst into tears.

Tears soaked his clothes.

It's been too long, we've held on for far too long.