Konoha: I, Naruto, will eat the Forest-Forest Fruit!

"Are you alright, Vegeta?!"

Trunks shouted hurriedly.

boom--

As soon as Trunks finished speaking, Vegeta, who had returned to normal, transformed back into a Super Saiyan.

He crawled out of the ruins with a blank expression.

He looked at Trunks and the others who breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he said in a cold voice:

"What a bunch of flies buzzing around the prisoners!"

Do you think you can defeat them?

Seeing this from a distance, Number 17 said with some helplessness, "Really, they've come to help."

"Number 18 is struggling against multiple opponents."

"There's no other way, let's go."

"Are you going on the 16th?"

Number 16 had a warm smile on his face.

She shook her head slightly, "No, I'm not going."

Number 17 wasn't angry; instead, he gently teased, "Not going?"

"You're such a loner."

"Why did they create you?"

Number 16 replied gently, "I should have said that it was to defeat Sun Wukong."

Number 17 shook his head, put his hands on his hips, and said, "Seriously, so leisurely, it's really enviable."

He said this, but his steps were neither fast nor slow, showing no concern for No. 18's situation.

However, Tien Shinhan still noticed the movements of the 17th.

"Hey, number 17 is here!"

Trunks quickly said, "Let's retreat, Mr. Vegeta!"

"If you're dead, there's no point in talking about self-respect."

Please!

Upon hearing this, Vegeta angrily retorted, "Do you want to get beaten up again?!"

"Don't get in my way, hurry up and go!"

At that moment, Vegeta realized that the future Trunks spoke of... might soon become a reality.

But as the Saiyan prince, he wouldn't allow himself to back down.

Number 18 chuckled and said, "If you want to escape, then go ahead."

In the future, Trunks wasn't killed, mainly because the two siblings were too bored.

"We have no interest in deserters."

Vegeta immediately retorted, "Don't joke around, I was prepared to wipe you all out in one fell swoop!"

"Let me tell you, even if I teamed up with an Earthling, a Namekian, or Goku, I'd be no match for one of them!"

clap clap-

Suddenly, number 17 started clapping.

"A brilliant speech."

"They really have fighting spirit."

His words were not sarcastic or mocking; they were simply stating a fact.

"As expected of the Saiyan prince."

But Vegeta clearly wasn't buying it.

"Pooh!"

"You puppet brats, don't you dare comment on me, your master."

Number 17 wasn't angry; he simply said calmly, "I admire your fighting spirit, but let me make it clear beforehand: if anyone interferes in the fight, I'll join in directly."

"Ignore these flies!"

After saying that, Vegeta suddenly leaped up.

At the same time, he gathered energy waves in his hands.

shhhhh--

Immediately afterwards, a sound like thunder appeared.

Number 18 remained calm, arms crossed.

She easily dodged the incoming energy wave by simply turning her body to the side.

"Drink it—!!!"

However, this was just a feint by Vegeta.

The second wave of qigong followed immediately.

I glanced at it on the 18th, and then nothing happened.

Rumble—!!!

After a loud roar.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Number 18 was still standing in the same spot, only his clothes were a little dirty.

Number 18 glanced down at his clothes and a sudden surge of murderous intent welled up inside him.

However, just as the murderous intent arose in his heart...

As the data was synchronized, the words that A18 had once heard echoed in his mind.

I don't like your bloodthirstiness.

Pshaw, that's another version of me. What does it have to do with me?

However, on the 18th, a different feeling soon came over him.

That was a feeling I had never experienced before.

She quickly shook her head.

At that moment, Vegeta also landed.

Looking at number 18, whose clothes were covered in dust.

He sneered, "You've angered me; this is just interest!"

"It's truly astonishing. Although you are an alien, you are still made of flesh and blood, yet you possess such power."

As she spoke, Number 18 slowly took off her denim vest.

She had calmed down when she said this.

"It seems that Sun Wukong is probably more powerful."

"Stop joking!"

"That was then. Now, I am the strongest!"

Upon hearing this, Number 18 blinked. "Really?"

"I see... So neither of you are really anything special."

"What did you say?!"

Vegeta instantly bristled.

Without hesitation, they rushed forward.

But just as his fist was about to land on number 18's pretty face...

A small hand suddenly grabbed his heavy fist.

Vegeta's eyes widened slightly, and then his other fist slammed towards Android 18's pretty face.

Snapped--

The result was the same.

It was easily taken over by number 18.

Even when Vegeta was about to attack with his foot.

They were all predicted by No. 18.

She suddenly raised her knee.

moment.

Vegeta has turned into Vegeta Shrimp again.

Number 18 spun gracefully, and then kicked out.

boom--

Vegeta was instantly sent flying backward.

He lay on the ground, watching number 18 walk towards him step by step.

That sinister smile sent a shiver down Vegeta's spine.

A thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Not reconciled!

Vegeta roared and unleashed his power once more.

Unfortunately, just as number 18 dodged to the side, he kicked out.

Vegeta's arm was broken by a kick!

Trunks exclaimed in surprise.

Vegeta retreated repeatedly.

His left arm hung down in a strange way.

The next second, he knelt down on the ground.

Number 18 tossed her long hair aside, not even bothering to deliver the final blow.

"dad!"

Trunks shouted.

His hair stood on end instantly.

His internal power surged, transforming him into a Super Saiyan, and he rushed over immediately.

He slashed with his sword.

Despite Trunks' furious outburst, Number 18 remained expressionless.

He dodged the heavy blow by sidestepping.

Suddenly, she frowned, and a strand of her hair was cut off.

This made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Then, he stopped playing around and raised his arm to block.

click-

Trunks's sword, which had so easily cleaved Frieza to pieces, was now chipped open.

His face was filled with disbelief.

In that instant, he suddenly remembered that Number 18 in this timeline was even more powerful than the one in his timeline!

At that moment, a whooshing sound came from behind.

It's the 17th.

Trunks broke the rules.

Number 17 threw a punch with a blank expression.

The moment Trunks turned around, it was too late.

one move.

Trunks' eyes widened.

Watching the Super Saiyan aura surrounding him slowly disappear.

He panicked, completely panicked.

From the angle from which he lay on the ground, he could see young Gohan perfectly.

In an instant, the image of Gohan, the lone Z Fighter, dying in battle flashed through my mind.

After the initial shock of seeing this, Tien Shinhan acted without hesitation.

Unfortunately, he was knocked to the ground by number 17 in just one exchange.

Seeing this, Vegeta gritted his teeth, suddenly unleashed his power, and prepared to save Tien Shinhan, who was about to be stomped to death by Android 17.

However, at the very moment he took off...

Number 18 appeared before him like a ghost.

One hand easily stopped Vegeta.

Trunks, who could barely maintain Super Saiyan mode, slowly stood up.

In an attempt to strike, Android 18 flicked his wrist, and Vegeta was sent hurtling uncontrollably into the attack.

The two of them stacked themselves in mid-air, playing Jenga.

On the other side, the others were shouting "Tianjin Rice".

Number 17's foot stopped on Tien Shinhan's head.

"Forget it, that man said it's fine to play around, but I can't kill him. But I didn't intend to kill him outright either."

"You care so much about what he said?" Number 18 frowned slightly and turned around to say with some dissatisfaction.

Seeing that Number 18 was inexplicably anxious, Number 17 chuckled and said, "No, I'm just making an excuse for myself."

After easily returning Vegeta and his son to their normal state, Android 18 was clearly bored.

Picking up my denim vest, suddenly, the outfit of Time and Space 18 flashed into my mind.

After hesitating for a moment, she put it on anyway.

"It's dirty. I'll find a new one in the next city... It's a good thing to change my style."

Little did she know, Number 17 was secretly laughing behind her back.

He knew things would turn out this way.

"Alright, let's go."