Dragon Ball: I Can Obtain the Memories of a Boss

Trunks collapsed to the ground, two tears falling onto the earth.

Extremely remorseful, the teacher's strength was not greater than that of the two demons, yet they lost so miserably, utterly powerless to fight back, unable to even land a single blow on the teacher.

"Your transformation was indeed powerful just now, but what's the use of strength gained by speed?"

No matter how strong you are, it's all in vain if you can't hit the target.

Su Ming gave Trunks a lecture before explaining his reasoning.

Even if one person teaches another a hundred times, it may not be effective.

A lesson learned in action only needs to be taught once.

Upon hearing these words, Trunks lowered his head, struggled to his feet, and bowed deeply to Su Ming.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I was too arrogant."

"Yes, it's okay to take the wrong path; you can just come back."

The key is to acknowledge your mistakes, correct them, and continue your self-improvement.

"Yes."

Trunks responded firmly.

This time he will remember Su Ming's guidance and will never make the same mistake again.

Su Ming didn't go out again, but gradually made up for Trunks's foundation. He was able to transform into a Super Saiyan largely because of anger, and his basic combat strength was not strong.

The process lasted for six months.

bang bang bang

After a fierce battle, Su Ming and Trunks each occupied one side.

"Six months have passed. With your current strength, you are more than capable of dealing with those two androids."

Su Ming looked at Trunks, who had been completely transformed and was now able to maintain Super Saiyan form for extended periods of time.

Trunks nodded.

Click~

Bulma was sitting on the steps in front of the door. When she heard the sound, she immediately turned around and threw herself into his arms without any hesitation.

Having not seen each other for many years, he wished he could stick to Su Ming every moment.

the other side.

Piccolo and the Celestials stared at Trunks, their eyes filled with horror.

This... is a Super Saiyan?

They had all seen the Super Saiyan form, so they naturally knew its violent, chaotic, and even slightly sinister aura.

But Trunks exuded an extraordinary peace and tranquility; were it not for his signature blue eyes and blond hair, one might easily mistake him for not having transformed into a Super Saiyan.

"Can you win?"

"Yes, I won't lose again."

Trunks spoke with unwavering conviction; he was now terrifyingly strong.

Su Ming put his arm around Bulma and said to Trunks, "Go, let them see the results of your training this year, and restore peace to this world."

"is teacher."

Trunks used his Flying Technique, his whole body radiating golden light. Even in this Temple of Gods, one could still feel the two extremely evil and immense auras from Earth, which were completely undisguised.

Somewhere on Earth.

Boom~

On the 17th, he fired a ki blast, destroying a building and wantonly wreaking havoc on everything around him, laughing happily as if he were playing a destructive game.

Pupu~

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking to No. 17. Next time, could you please aim your ki blasts more accurately? The dust is all over my new clothes."

Number 18 brushed the dust off her new clothes with disdain. In her eyes, a building and the people inside it were not as important as a piece of clothing.

Just as Number 17 was about to speak, he turned his head, looked at the horizon, and laughed, "Looks like there's going to be some fun to do again."

"Your idea was really good back then. Leaving this kid behind and keeping him in despair forever provided us with amusement. I have to say, watching him slink away every time was just like watching a dog."

Number 18 was also all smiles, sitting leisurely on the stones left behind by the collapse of some unknown building, looking relaxed and even teasing.

After all, this world is too boring. Without finding some fun and killing some people, it's really impossible to get by.

Trunks flew over quickly and met the two demons who were leisurely waiting for him.

"Hey, isn't this the kid who abandoned his companions and ran away last time? He's still got scared, and he's here to die again."

Number 18 smiled mockingly, completely disregarding him.

They had seen the Super Saiyan form many times and were no longer interested in it, so they didn't think Trunks could pose any threat to them.

After all, who cares about having fun?

Chapter 85: The End, The Resurrected Z Fighters

"You two demons, I will avenge Gohan's death on you."

Trunks' eyes reddened, and his peaceful aura surged upon seeing the two of them, with golden flames erupting from his body.

"Hahaha, Number 17, did you hear that? This kid actually tried to kill us. Isn't that the funniest joke I've heard in years?"

Number 18 laughed heartily, completely disregarding Trunks.

Number 17, leaning against the ruins, gave a cruel smile, his gaze falling on Trunks as he scrutinized him closely.

"How about we do what we did with Gohan last time, dislocate his arm, and then leave him..."

Before Number 17 could finish speaking, Trunks was completely enraged. He flashed to Number 18 and punched him in the face without any reaction.

Boom!

The 18th flew hundreds of meters backwards and crashed heavily into the building ruins, where it was immediately buried.

"No. 18~"

Number 17 exclaimed in surprise and immediately flew to the location of Number 18.

call out!

Trunks, however, swiftly stepped past him and stood between the two, saying, "Weren't you going to break my arm? Come on then."

Golden flames soared into the sky as Trunks stood in the air, staring coldly at Android 17, never forgetting Gohan's lost left arm.

As he spoke, he unleashed a burst of energy and charged forward.

Bang!

Number 17 was blasted away, knocked down from the air, and crashed heavily into the ground.

Android 17 is quite powerful, even arguably a bit stronger than Android 18, but he's no match for Trunks, who is almost able to maintain Super Saiyan full power.

He only used two moves.

Numbers 17 and 18 both lost.

Bang~

Number 18 knocked away the rocks that had been pressing down on him, stood up from the ruins, blood already trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his new clothes, which he had been very concerned about, had several more tears.

"Damn it, how did this guy get so much stronger?"

Number 18 ruthlessly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gloomy, and crushed a piece of gravel.

Number 17 crawled out from underground and stood next to Number 18.

The two couldn't understand how Trunks could have made such great progress in just a few days.

Even Sun Wukong back then might not be as good as Trunks now.

Trunks, consumed by hatred and rage, knew nothing of showing mercy.

He drew the sword from his back and said, "Today is your death day."

With that, Trunks flew toward the two of them, increasing his speed once more, his sword pointing straight ahead.

A sword fell.

"Ah~"

Number 17 let out a scream as his left arm was severed at the root and fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his shoulder.

"Damn it."

Number 18 has gone mad, constantly waving out ki blasts.

However, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, a gap that anger alone could not bridge.

Trunks displayed his sword skills with flair, his movements crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation.

The sword's edge sliced ​​through the flying fruit with ease, cutting all the incoming energy blasts in half before they exploded behind him.