The air at the Lookout turned colder. Trunks' voice carried a weight that froze everyone in place.
He stepped forward, his tone grim, his words precise.
"Three years from now… on May 12th… around 10 AM… a fearsome duo will appear. They will arrive on an island about 9 kilometers southwest of South City. Monsters with power beyond your imagination."
The words struck like lightning.
Goku's eyes widened, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Wait… who are they? Aliens?"
Trunks shook his head firmly.
"No. They're not aliens. They're Androids created right here on Earth. Cyborgs. Their creator is Dr. Gero… the chief scientist of the former Red Ribbon Army."
The mention of that name hit Goku like a thunderbolt. His jaw tightened.
"The… Red Ribbon Army?"
Trunks nodded gravely.
"Yes. You crushed the army itself years ago… but Dr. Gero survived. He continued his research in secret."
A shiver passed through the group. The Red Ribbon Army was a distant memory for some, but for Goku it was personal.
Krillin raised his voice, concern painted on his face.
"For what? What was he researching for?"
Before Trunks could answer, Bulma stepped forward, her voice laced with sharp irritation.
"World conquest again! I guess it's always the same story with these villains."
Trunks lowered his gaze, his voice quieter now.
"I can't be entirely sure… but I suspect so."
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He lifted his head again, his eyes dark with the weight of his words.
"Then he created his ultimate killing machines… Mechanical Men No. 19 and 20. But in the end… they turned on him. They killed him. So now, only the androids remain—devices of slaughter and destruction, with no master left to control them."
The entire Lookout grew still. The gravity of the prophecy sank deep.
Tien's sharp eyes narrowed. A thought burst into his mind, one he couldn't ignore. He stepped forward, his voice heavy.
"Hey… you, young Saiyan boy. Tell me… these androids you're talking about—do they have unlimited energy reserves? Do they fight without ever exhausting? Is it… something like that?"
The question seemed to slice through Trunks' composure. His eyes widened in shock, his body stiffening.
"What…? Three-eyed sir… how do you know that?"
Tien frowned.
"Three-eyed sir? Just call me Tien. And yes—we've fought an opponent like that before. Me, Chiaotzu, Krillin, and Piccolo. Back then, Goku wasn't even on Earth."
Yamcha raised his hand indignantly, his voice sharp.
"Hey! I was there too, remember? Don't just erase me from the story!"
Trunks' expression changed drastically. His shock deepened, his heart racing.
"This… this means the future has already changed! Tell me… what did that android look like?"
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Piccolo's deep voice answered, steady and calm.
"I was the one who defeated him. I couldn't sense his presence at all. He never tired, never slowed down. He wore a shirt with the number 15 printed on it."
Trunks' jaw clenched, the truth dawning on him.
"So… that was Android 15."
Everyone's eyes turned toward him again. The atmosphere grew tense.
Goku, concerned, stepped closer.
"Hey, buddy… you look really worried. Is everything okay?"
Trunks closed his eyes, taking in a long, deep breath. For a moment, silence reigned. Then he opened his eyes again, his voice sharp and heavy with dread.
"Yes, I'm fine. But if Dr. Gero has already created Android 15… then that means he must have also created Androids 17 and 18!"
Piccolo's voice rumbled, his eyes narrowing.
"Androids 17 and 18… so those are numbers, then?"
Trunks nodded.
"Yes. Android 18 is a female android. Android 17 is a male android. And… they're cousins."
The group blinked in confusion. Krillin tilted his head, his voice breaking the tension with sheer bewilderment.
"Wait… what? Robots can be cousins?"
Trunks shook his head quickly, clarifying.
"No. They're not robots. They were humans once… which is why they're cousins. But Dr. Gero transformed them into androids. That's what makes them so dangerous."
His fists clenched at his sides. His voice grew sharper, every word laced with urgency.
"And if Android 15 already exists… then it means within just one year, Androids 17 and 18 will be ready as well!"
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The Lookout shook under the silence that followed.
Krillin swallowed hard, sweat dripping down his temple. Yamcha's fists clenched nervously. Tien and Piccolo exchanged grim looks, their warrior instincts already preparing for what was to come.
Bulma, despite her sharp tongue, felt a pit of dread form in her stomach. She glanced toward Goku, who stood in silence, his expression serious.
Goku's fists clenched tighter. His voice finally broke the silence, carrying steady resolve.
"Then we have no time to waste. We'll train. All of us. If these androids are as dangerous as you say… we'll be ready."
Trunks stared at him for a long moment, then nodded silently.
But deep in his chest, he knew the truth.
Even training might not be enough.
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