At Trunks' home,
Gohan lay on the bed, his breathing steady and even, sleeping deeply.
As for his filthy clothes, they had already been changed, and his entire body was wrapped in bandages, leaving only his eyes, nose, and mouth exposed, making him look like a mummy.
"With fifteen broken bones throughout his body, multiple instances of severe internal bleeding, brain hemorrhaging, and massive muscle tearing, it's a miracle he's still alive with such severe injuries. A Saiyan's vitality is truly unimaginably tenacious."
Bulma sighed with emotion, then fed Gohan a recovery potion.
Having finished this, she pulled Trunks aside and asked, "Trunks, what exactly happened? Although Gohan suffered extremely severe trauma, he is clearly still alive, but you yesterday..."
"Gohan's blood was all over the ground yesterday, and he had no Qi left, so I buried him, I'm sorry..." Trunks wiped his red eyes and lowered his head.
"In that case, tell Mom everything that happened yesterday from beginning to end once more," Bulma said.
"Okay."
Trunks nodded, recalled the events of yesterday, and began to recount them to Bulma word by word.
"It was like this. Yesterday, after Gohan and I finished our Cultivation, the androids suddenly appeared in a nearby city and began widespread Destruction."
"I originally wanted to go with Gohan to stop those two androids, but Gohan lied to me and secretly knocked me unconscious."
"By the time I woke up and rushed over, I found it was already too late. Gohan was lying in a pool of blood, with no signs of life left, and those two hateful androids were nowhere to be found."
As he spoke, Trunks clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, and veins bulged on his forehead.
"After that, I buried Gohan..."
It was exactly the same as what Trunks had told her while crying after returning yesterday.
No difference at all.
Bulma was silent for a moment, then said, "Gohan is blessed with great fortune; he probably didn't completely die yesterday. It was you, you brat, acting recklessly..."
Bulma raised her hand as if to hit Trunks.
But looking at Trunks, who kept his head down with red eyes, her eyes flickered, she sighed, and pulled her hand back.
"Sigh, forget it. Anyway, thank the gods he's still alive."
Trunks must be feeling very guilty right now.
After all, no one wanted Gohan to be alive more than he did; he respected and admired Gohan so much.
布尔玛's gaze softened, and she reached out to ruffle 特兰克斯' soft hair...
Gohan slept for a full two and a half days.
By the third day, he finally woke up.
He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before remembering that he had undergone Rebirth.
He was now at Trunks' home.
He spent another half minute and finally succeeded in turning his head.
A purple-haired youth was slumped at the foot of the bed, sleeping soundly, a smile on his face as if dreaming of something.
A beautiful woman in a white lab coat was busy in the room, flipping through notes one moment and using a computer to perform calculations the next.
In the center of the room stood a half-finished machine with a very unique design.
Gohan glanced at the machine, and after his mind whirled for a while, he remembered that this was likely the legendary time machine.
A few years later, Trunks would take this machine back to over ten years ago to deliver the specific medicine for the viral heart disease to Son Goku.
Son Goku was thus saved.
The timeline split from that point,
becoming two different worlds from then on.
Thinking about these things, Gohan swallowed, feeling his mouth dry and his throat practically smoking.
"Tr-Trunks, water."
Gohan murmured, his voice extremely raspy.
Then, he lifted his mummy-like leg and nudged Trunks' arm.
"Ah! Who kicked me?"
Trunks woke up with a start.
His eyes wide, he sat up abruptly.
Then he saw Gohan blinking at him.
"Gohan, you, you're awake? That's great, that's really great." The youth's face was full of surprise and joy, but he clearly hadn't heard what Gohan had just said.
"You brat, get Gohan some water." Bulma walked over and slapped Trunks on the head in annoyance.
"Ah, oh, right." Trunks finally snapped out of it, picked up the water bottle by the bed, opened the cap, and held it to Gohan's mouth.
He took two sips, but a sip and a half leaked out, the water running down the corner of his mouth and soaking the bandages on his neck.
"I'll do it myself," Gohan said.
He wiggled and sat upright.
Gohan felt the bandages on his hands were too much of a hindrance and made movement very difficult.
So, with a jolt of his right arm, a trace of Qi rippled out, shattering the bandages.
He took the water bottle from Trunks and gulped down all the water in a few seconds.
Bulma sat down beside him and looked at Gohan with concern, "Gohan, how are you feeling now?"
Gohan looked at Bulma and said, "I'm much better, just really hungry."
His stomach cooperated, letting out a loud rumbling sound.
"Mom, I'm hungry too," Trunks added.
"That's good. Gohan, get some good rest, don't move around yet. I'll go cook for you both," Bulma said with a smile, then looked at Trunks and gave him a tug.
"Trunks, you come and help too."
"Oh."
"Gohan, I'll go cook with Mom first and talk to you in a bit," Trunks said with a smile.
"Okay," Gohan replied.
The mother and son left the bedside and headed toward the kitchen.
By now, Dr. Briefs and his wife were dead, and Vegeta was dead too.
Bulma's family consisted only of the mother and son relying on each other.
However, Gohan was even worse off than them.
He was the only one left in his family.
Chi-Chi and Ox-King had both died over a year ago, which was when his left arm was broken.
During the few days he was unconscious, the androids attacked Mount Paozu... When Bulma and Trunks brought out plates of food,
they found Gohan already dressed in his bright yellow martial arts uniform, carefully observing the half-finished time machine in the middle of the room.
Bulma placed the dishes on the table and cried out, "Gohan, why didn't you listen and stay in bed? Your body hasn't recovered yet; you need at least another week of rest."
Gohan turned back and laughed, "I feel fine now. I just need a full meal, and I'll be all better. Hahaha."
"Honestly, you're becoming more and more like Goku."
"Always so careless with your own body."
Bulma said in a scolding tone.
"But I really feel fine now, just very, very hungry."
"How long was I unconscious?" Gohan asked curiously.
"Today is the third day. Alright, go wash your hands. You can eat after that," Bulma said.
"No wonder I'm so hungry. That means I haven't eaten for at least three or four days," Gohan murmured, rubbing his stomach before going to wash his hands.
After washing their hands, they each sat down and began to eat.
While eating, Trunks looked at Gohan, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"Gohan, that day, I thought you had died. I couldn't feel any of your Qi or heartbeat, and your body was getting cold, so... so I buried you. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, Gohan, what exactly happened?" Bulma asked as well.
Gohan looked at Trunks, then at Bulma, and stuffed a large piece of bread into his mouth all at once, eating like a starving ghost.
After swallowing the bread, he said seriously, "A Saiyan's life is very tenacious, though at that time, I really wasn't much different from being dead. If my will had been even slightly weaker, I really would have died. I thought about how Android 17 and 18 haven't been eliminated yet, so I struggled and crawled back."
"Trunks, we can't fall so easily, otherwise there will be no warriors left to protect Earth. We must Cultivate hard and strive to eliminate those two damn androids as soon as possible. When I came back a few days ago, I felt you were a bit lax."
"Yes, Gohan!" Trunks nodded heavily.
As expected of Gohan, he speaks so well.
It sounds very inspiring..."}
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