Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 352 From the Future

Sun Wukong turned to look at Vegeta in the distance, his gaze lingering on that expression for a moment before he suddenly chuckled, "Now that you mention it, it does look somewhat like him."

Sun Wukong rubbed his chin and turned around, only to see Trunks' expression suddenly turn serious, his eyes, which were exactly like Vegeta's, filled with deep worry.

“My child will probably be born in two years.” Trunks’ Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes.

“Mr. Sun Wukong, I didn’t come here in the time machine to tell you this… Mr. Sun Wukong, there is something I must let you know, please listen carefully.”

Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

Trunks swallowed, the words rolling from his throat carrying an unusual heaviness: "On May 12th, three years from now, at 10 a.m.... two monsters will appear on an island nine kilometers to the southwest."

Trunks' eyelashes trembled violently, as if recalling some horrific image. "Their power... doesn't belong to this world at all, like monsters crawling out of hell."

“Monster?” Sun Wukong repeated, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Are they aliens?"

As he finished speaking, a faint golden light flickered in Sun Wukong's eyes, a testament to his primal fighting instincts.

Trunks frowned, his expression grave, his eyes filled with worry and urgency, and said, "Yes, strictly speaking, they were created by humans and are called androids. And the one who created them was Dr. Gro, the mad doctor who served the Red Ribbon Army."

Sun Wukong's eyes widened, his face filled with surprise, his mouth slightly agape before he finally spoke: "The Red Ribbon Army? You mean the Red Ribbon Army that I dismantled?"

Trunks nodded slowly, his face somber, and said in a low voice, "Yes. Although the Red Ribbon Army has long been dismantled by you, Dr. Gro did not die because of it. On the contrary, he has been conducting research like a madman."

Sun Wukong looked puzzled, scratched his head, and asked, "Then what exactly is his purpose? Is it still to conquer the whole world?"

Trunks shook his head, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, and said helplessly, "I don't know about that, but the ultimate killer robot he created... but... but..."

Trunks' Adam's apple bobbed, his face paled, and his fingertips dug into his palms: "Those monsters killed Dr. Groh—they didn't even spare their own 'father'."

Sun Wukong's pupils contracted slightly, his gaze fixed intently on Trunks: "For someone like you, who could easily kill Frieza and his son, to call them 'monsters,' it seems their strength is truly formidable..."

Trunks suddenly gripped the front of his martial arts uniform, veins bulging on his forehead, his voice abruptly hoarse. He turned his face away, his throat sounding as if it were stuffed with a wad of wet cotton. "I tried to fight them, but there were two of them, and even in a one-on-one fight, I could barely escape, let alone take on two at the same time..."

Sun Wukong's eyes widened suddenly, his eyebrows almost reaching his hairline: "One-on-one? Where are your companions?"

Trunks stared down at the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, shadows creeping across his sharply defined profile: "...No more. Twenty years from now, the only warrior left who can stand is me."

Sun Wukong suddenly gripped the Ruyi Jingu Bang at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force: "What?!"

Trunks' Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded: "In the Android War three years later, Vegeta's father, Mr. Piccolo, Mr. Krillin, and Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, Yamcha, they... all didn't make it."

Trunks closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling violently: "Gohan... my teacher, he taught me all the fighting techniques, but he died in the final battle four years later..."

Trunks suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils burning with dark red fire: "I'm telling you this because I have to let you know—the battle four years from now will be humanity's last line of defense."

Trunks' eyes reddened, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "Instead of exterminating humanity, they torment people like cats playing with mice... The future world is hell!"

Sun Wukong suddenly said, "Wait—what about me? Did I die at their hands too?"

Trunks turned his face away, his Adam's apple bobbing beneath his pale skin: "You didn't. You got sick and died a year later..."

"What?!" Sun Wukong's voice trembled without him even realizing it.

Trunks's throat bobbed, and he said, "You had viral heart disease. Even a Super Saiyan's cells can't fight off that kind of virus... You died peacefully in your sleep..."

Sun Wukong was silent for a moment, then a bitter smile appeared on his lips: "An illness that even Senzu Beans can't cure..."

Sun Wukong gazed at the birds circling in the sky, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice as soft as a feather: "It's such a pity that I couldn't see the power of those monsters with my own eyes... or fight them."

Trunks frowned, a look of confusion in his eyes: "Aren't you... afraid?"

Sun Wukong threw his head back and laughed, fine lines forming at the corners of his eyes: "Of course I'm afraid! But it's precisely because they're so strong—"

Sun Wukong suddenly clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking. "I'm even more eager to see if the limits of Super Saiyan can be pushed a little higher!"

Trunks looked at the warrior laughing like a child, his throat moved, and suddenly he pulled out a silver medicine bottle from his pocket: "Mom and Gohan were right, you really are someone I can rely on."

The metal bottle gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"This is a miracle cure for the future, 20 years from now. Take it when you have an attack—"

He paused, his voice so soft it was as if he were afraid of waking something.

"This time... don't fall asleep again."

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, his fingertips tracing the cool medicine bottle, his mouth stretching so wide it almost touched his ears: "Really? This thing can save my life? You should have told me sooner! You really scared me to death just now!"

Trunks said in a deep voice, "Although doing so might change history, we'd rather not have that kind of future."

Trunks looked intently at Goku: "I believe you can lead us to defeat the Androids. It was because of this belief that my mother and I endured hardship and finally developed the time machine."

Goku suddenly reached out and pressed Trunks' shoulder, his brows furrowed: "Wait—you said I died of illness before the Androids appeared, and Vegeta and the others died in the battle three years later."

Sun Wukong unconsciously pointed to Shang Yun behind him and said, "But where's Shang Yun? Why didn't you mention him? Where did that guy go?"