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The Mankoku-Antei-Shō (International Surprise Palm) was another powerful technique, aside from the Kamehameha and the Evil Containment Wave (Mafūba).
Unlike the Neo Tri-Beam or the Mafūba, this move possessed immense control and didn't severely drain stamina. It was Kame Sennin's ultimate secret art, a technique so rare that not even his most loyal disciples, Son Goku and Krillin, were taught it.
So, when Trunks made such a tempting request, the Turtle Hermit fell silent, much to the young man's surprise. The lecherous grin that had been plastered across the old master's face moments before suddenly vanished. A pressure radiated from his frail body, the unmistakable aura of a true martial arts master. He seemed like a completely different person.
The Turtle Hermit grew solemn and spoke with deep gravity: "Trunks, are you serious about learning this technique?"
Without hesitation, Trunks replied, "Yes, Master Turtle Hermit."
Hearing this, the Turtle Hermit didn't immediately answer. Instead, he turned his back and slowly began to walk away, muttering:
"Impatience leads to failure. First, you must master the Evil Containment Wave."
"From now on, come to Kame House every day. I'll train you properly."
"Remember, training takes time. The Mankoku-Antei-Shō (International Surprise Palm) is not something that can be learned easily."
At that moment, Trunks could only stare in awe. The old man before him seemed like a sage, detached from the mortal world. He was utterly unrecognizable from the usual perverted geezer. As he watched the Turtle Hermit's retreating figure disappear into the sunset, respect began to well up in Trunks's heart, and his mind swirled with emotion.
But the next second, the Turtle Hermit dropped the act completely.
His lewd face suddenly appeared right in front of Trunks: "Oh, right. What you promised me earlier still counts, right?"
The abrupt change caught Trunks off guard, but he nodded. "Yeah, of course."
The Turtle Hermit's grin turned indecent.
"How about two per day instead? How about that?"
Trunks flashed an OK gesture. For the son of the world's richest family, such a small favor was nothing at all. After all, a privilege like this shouldn't go to waste.
Satisfied with the deal, the Turtle Hermit strutted away happily.
Trunks called out,
"Master Turtle Hermit! Take care of your health!"
But the old man had already vanished in a blur of dust.
Trunks then began carefully replicating the movements the Turtle Hermit had shown him, focusing on mastering the Evil Containment Wave. In the depths of the forest, bursts of brilliant light repeatedly illuminated the night sky.
Hidden in the shadows was a man with a sharp, M-shaped hairline who silently observed everything. He had overheard the entire conversation between the Turtle Hermit and Trunks.
"The Evil Containment Wave, huh? What an interesting technique," Vegeta muttered before quietly leaving Trunks alone to practice over and over again.
After more than a dozen attempts, Trunks finally mastered the Evil Containment Wave.
In truth, it wasn't particularly difficult. Once you understood the principles behind it, mastering it didn't take long. In the original Zamasu arc, Future Trunks had learned it by watching Piccolo's demonstration video and grasped it soon after. So, mastering the technique was never the real challenge.
Gazing out at the bustling lights of West City, Trunks knew that everyone was probably still celebrating. For him, however, it was time to test the results of his training.
The first target for sealing had already been decided: Zamasu, of course.
The second target had also been chosen: Z Broly, a violent and ill-tempered brute born to cause destruction.
Fwoosh!
Trunks activated Instant Transmission and vanished from the forest in an instant. He reappeared right before Majin Buu.
Majin Buu was busy stuffing himself with pudding at that very moment, and Super Mini Cell was sitting right next to him.
"Hey, Buu, slow down!" Super Mini Cell muttered. "No one's trying to steal it from you."
He possessed the cells of countless beings, including Namekians, so he could survive on nothing but water. He was merely tasting the pudding in a refined, almost snobbish manner.
"Mmm! So good! Buu worked so hard this time. Buu deserves to eat more!" With that, Majin Buu promptly claimed all the remaining pudding for himself.
"Boss! Where have you been?!" Super Mini Cell suddenly noticed Trunks, who had appeared beside them.
"I went to do something interesting," Trunks replied with a mysterious grin. Then he ordered, "Buu, hold on a second. Spit out Zamasu and Z Broly for me."
Majin Buu obediently stood up straight, took a deep breath, and his belly swelled like a balloon. Pffft!
With a loud, burp-like sound, Zamasu and Z Broly were spat out of his stomach.
Z Broly, who had previously been beaten by Gohan and Goku, was still unconscious. Zamasu, on the other hand, staggered to his feet in a daze. Looking around at the unfamiliar scene, he realized he had been released. Though only three days had passed since his imprisonment, they had felt like an eternity to him.
Now that he was free, his first instinct was to escape!
As the apprentice Supreme Kai of Universe 10, Zamasu had a teleportation ability similar to Kibito's Instant Transmission. He was about to activate it when Super Mini Cell suddenly moved.
He kicked Zamasu hard in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"Stay put, you piece of trash! Without your buddy, you're nothing! The boss already told me you're just a weakling!" He crossed his arms and sneered down at Zamasu like a circus clown. "Don't even think about running. My boss can track you down wherever you go."
Zamasu trembled with rage, but he couldn't dispute a word of it. Everything the boy said was true. No matter how hard he tried, Zamasu could not escape Trunks's Instant Transmission.
"Wretched mortals! How dare you insult a god! I am the God of the Undead! What can you possibly do to me?!"
Hearing this, a mischievous idea suddenly flashed through Trunks's mind. He turned to Super Mini Cell and ordered,
"Little bro, go to my room and take apart my toilet. Bring it here."
Super Mini Cell froze, confused.
"Uh, boss, why do you need a toilet? Are you sure your mom won't scold you for that?" he asked.
Trunks smirked.
"Just go get it. If it's gone, I'll install another one. But the toilet I've used personally is the only thing worthy of our Undead God."
Trunks's sharp gaze fell upon Zamasu, who instantly felt a chill run down his spine. A huge question mark practically appeared above his head, and he instinctively stepped backward.
After some clattering and banging, Super Mini Cell returned carrying a toilet that looked suspiciously like a rice cooker.
Trunks motioned for him to set it down on the ground.
Then, in a serious tone, he declared,
"Zamasu, from this moment onward, I officially proclaim you the God of Toilets."
As soon as he finished speaking, a green barrier flared up around Zamasu.
Trunks raised his hands above his head, and an overwhelming suction force enveloped Zamasu's body. In an instant, Zamasu's form distorted. His figure was pulled upward uncontrollably, as if a soul were being ripped from its body. His screams echoed through the air.
"Evil Containment Wave!"
With a swift motion, Trunks sealed Zamasu directly into the toilet.
Thus, the God of Toilets was born.
The sight left everyone stunned.
Meanwhile, not far away, Z Broly, who had been lying unconscious on the ground, stirred at the commotion. His eyes slowly opened, and at that very moment, Z Broly began to awaken as well.
(End Of This Chapter)