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

Chapter 381 The Battle Continues

A fierce wind howled atop the mountain. Yajirobe crouched down, his rough hands steadily supporting Trunks' chubby bottom.

He suddenly puffed out his cheeks, sticking out his long, scarlet tongue like a comical toad, and shook his head from side to side making faces.

The baby was amused and giggled, his chubby little hands slapping his cheeks haphazardly.

Bulma leaned against the streamlined fuselage of the spaceship, her silver-blue curly hair being tossed about by the mountain breeze, and a soft smile curving her lips.

"Yajirobe, I never knew you were so good with kids!"

Before she could finish speaking, the burly man suddenly straightened his back, puffed out his chest, and boasted in a deep voice to the little one in his arms, "Look at me! Look at me! I'm the strongest man in the whole world!"

"Ajirobele, you really are a reliable man."

Bulma smiled and shook her head.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yajirobe suddenly froze.

He held little Trunks high, and warm liquid suddenly seeped into his wide-open mouth.

The soldier, with his keen sense of smell, instinctively licked his tongue, and the familiar sour taste made his eyes widen.

Yajirobe, who had been grinning foolishly, suddenly changed his expression, and his serious look frightened little Trunks so much that he burst into tears.

Bulma hurried forward and, noticing the suspicious mark on Yajirobe's nose, couldn't help but chuckle: "Oh dear, the little guy looks like he peed again."

Bulma swiftly took the child from Yajirobe, laid little Trunks flat on the ground, and hesitated as she pulled off the diaper: "Honestly, I don't think I brought any spare diapers."

Bulma turned to look at Yajirobe, who was frantically wiping his face with a red handkerchief, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Do you have anything that can be used as a substitute?"

Yajirobe hesitated for a moment, first glaring at Bulma, then looking down at the handkerchief stained with urine, before finally tossing it over like a hot potato.

Bulma deftly changed Trunks's "diaper," then cradled the baby in her arms with a smile, saying, "Yajrobe, you're so good to me! You truly are the most reliable man!"

She turned and walked towards the plane, not forgetting to turn back and urge, "Okay, let's go!"

"Go? Where to?" Yachirobe stood there, stunned, still not recovered from the "diaper incident".

Bulma walked to the hatch, raising an eyebrow. "We've come all this way to see what the legendary androids look like, haven't we? Now that we're here, we should at least go see them!"

"I never said I was going! Go yourself if you want!"

Yajirobe blushed and waved his arms, but Bulma silenced him with her soft words: "Are you suggesting I, a delicate lady, and my newborn baby go on this adventure alone? Little Trunks, do you think Uncle Yajirobe is that kind of person?"

Amidst the baby's pitiful sobs, Yachirobe, like a deflated balloon, shuffled slowly toward the plane.

As he opened the hatch, he muttered, "Let's make this clear first, we're just observing from a distance!"

Bulma chuckled and tucked Trunks into his arms: "Don't worry! I'm not stupid, why would I get involved in the battle?"

As the plane's engines roared to life, Yajirobe stiffly hugged the little one in his arms, watching Bulma's back as she operated the instruments, and suddenly had the illusion that he had boarded a pirate ship.

But when little Trunks' soft little hand grabbed his collar, the rough man unconsciously slowed his breathing and let the plane fly in the direction of the battle.

……

After Goku, Krillin, and Yamcha disappeared.

Number 20 slowly turned her neck, and her long silver-white hair swayed accordingly.

He first glanced sideways at Vegeta, who was radiating a violent aura behind him.

He then turned his gaze to Klin and the others who were waiting in a hundred meters away, his lips pressed into a cold, hard line, and a chilling sense of oppression surged in his dark red pupils.

Klin's Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat seeped from his palms, soaking the cuffs of his gi.

He stared intently at Android 20's slightly twitching lips, then glanced at Android 19 beside him, whose muscles were taut. His throat tightened as he spoke, "Gohan, I think we should retreat first."

Piccolo's wrinkled forehead instantly furrowed into a deep frown, and the veins beneath his dark green skin throbbed slightly: "What?"

Before the Namekian could finish speaking, Krillin's voice trembled: "Didn't that boy from the future say that Goku would die from a heart attack, and that we, including Vegeta, would be killed by those two androids? The current situation is somewhat different, but the boy was largely right!"

Piccolo crossed his arms, his deep voice as steady as a rock: "Not entirely. While the general situation is similar, Goku has already gone back for treatment, hasn't he? Goku isn't dead."

Bick narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully saying, "I think it's possible that history was altered because of that boy."

Klin clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, his gaze fixed on Number 19 and Number 20 opposite him. A trembling sigh escaped his throat: "History may have changed, but their terrifying nature hasn't changed at all."

Android 19 suddenly straightened his legs and brought them together, his waist bending precisely like a precision instrument, and bowed ninety degrees to Android 20, asking for instructions: "Android 30! Leave Vegeta to me!"

Number 20 kept a close eye on Krillin and the others' every move, not even sparing a glance for his companions behind him.

He curled his lips into a slight, mocking smile: "Hmph, greedy fellow! You're still craving more after absorbing Goku's energy, now you even dare to try and absorb Vegeta's! Fine, Vegeta's yours. But the other four… I'll take care of them."

Number 19 straightened up, a twisted, sinister grin spreading across his face, his fangs gleaming coldly in the sunlight: "No problem!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned around swiftly, his scarlet eyes locked on Vegeta, assuming a menacing fighting stance, like a ferocious beast ready to pounce.

Android 19 spread his five fingers, and the black hole-like absorption port in his palm glowed with an eerie light, reaching straight towards Vegeta.

Vegeta, who had been arrogantly crossing his arms, slowly lowered them, a contemptuous sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Vegeta's eyes were full of disdain: "Looks like you guys aren't that strong. Just be careful not to get caught in your palms and have your energy absorbed."

Number 19's crimson pupils contracted slightly, then he let out a piercing, eerie laugh, his facial muscles contorting into an almost ferocious expression: "Looks like you've observed quite a bit, but you've overlooked one thing: I've already mastered your combat techniques!"

Vegeta scoffed, "You probably derived the battle data from the Frieza War through calculations, but our strength can't be determined by calculations alone. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been surprised when Goku transformed into a Super Saiyan!"