[Mother, what is she going to do? 】

In the shadow of the corner of the third floor, Trunks, who held his breath as low as possible, poked his head out from time to time and looked in the direction of his mother Bulma.

The door to the mysterious Beckett's room.

[To trade, what is the transaction?] 】

[What is the good deal between the mother and the man?] 】

[Obviously, I don't know each other. 】

Trunks, who was expanding his thinking, frowned, and couldn't guess a reason for a long time.

[Got in?! 】

Trunks, who was about to get closer and continue eavesdropping, suddenly widened his eyes as he saw his mother walk into Beckett's room!

That blue robot cat still closes the door?!

"Lord Beckett." Always remind himself to be careful not to change his words, and no longer call Beckett His Royal Highness, the robot cat Woz brought the nervous Bulma to Beckett.

"This woman wants to make a deal with you."

Beckett, leaning against the window and looking at the moon, was unmoved.

"I can help you meet Frieza and give you a chance to get revenge." After a few deep breaths, Bulma groaned.

Airplanes!

"Mother!"

A little cold came first, and then the sword came out like a dragon!

The red blonde hair was windless, and the solemn Trunks rushed straight to Beckett, who was stretching out his hand towards Bulma!

"Is that all you have in power?"

The sharp blade lay motionless above Beckett's head, and Trunks, who felt that he was suddenly carrying a mountain on his back, hunched his back and gritted his teeth, but still protected the stunned Bulma behind him.

[This ............ This force ............]

[How can it be ............]

[Such a terrible power............]

[Is such a terrifying power really something that Saiyans can have?!] 】

The beads of sweat that rained down gradually blurred Trunks' consciousness, and Trunks, who had not received systematic combat education since birth, also experienced the despair of the 17th before his death.

"No!"

"Beckett!"

"Trunks, he's not—"

"I know." Beckett glanced coldly at Bulma, who suddenly fell into an ice cave.

"Now, tell me how to get to Frieza."

Letting Trunks struggle to support himself under the pressure he gave him, Beckett's face was cold.

"I know, I say! I say! ”

"I can help you build a time machine, and then use it to send you back to the time when Frieza and his son first came to Earth!"

Concerning his son's life, Bulma directly revealed the crossing plan and discarded.

"However, in this way, time will be changed. Your universe has gone from a single future to one of many possibilities for the future. ”

Woz blinked curiously, looked at Bulma, who was crouching on the ground with Trunks in his arms, and asked, "Are you sure this won't have any effect on your universe?" ”

"To be precise, it could trigger a series of things that I couldn't have predicted at all."

"But so what?"

"It's just me and Trunks left in this world, and the two of us have nothing left to lose."

Looking at her son, who was already weak to the point of coma but still breathing, Bulma breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Beckett.

"At the very least, it will let me know that in another plane, in another plane different from my universe, it is possible that Vegeta and I will continue to live together, instead of being separated forever like we are now."

With tears in her eyes, Bulma took her son's arm and led him to turn and leave slowly.

"Tomorrow, I'll give you Frieza's time."

"No, I've changed my mind."

？！

Bulma's body stiffened.

"I want you to provide all the information about Frieza's active timeline."

"If I can do it, I can take your son through time and space and let him change the past you want to change."

A sneer on the corner of his mouth finally revealed his ambitions.

He had thought something was wrong with Bulma, but when he heard the woman tell Woz that she wanted to build a time machine from their materials, Beckett understood what Bulma was trying to do.

She wants to change the past and create a new future that is different from the present.

That's when Beckett came up with a crazy idea - he wanted to use Bulma's knowledge of Frieza to kill all the known timeline Frieza!

All!

It's just that he doesn't know Bulma and doesn't know if she will provide real information.

So if he wanted the most complete information, Beckett had to make sure that Bulma didn't think twice about providing information.

So Trunks became the tool he used to put psychological pressure on Bulma.

After giving a sufficient dismount, and then giving a sweet date, Bulma felt that he would not lose too much and maybe even make a little profit, so as to give a perfect schedule as much as possible.

One hand turnip, the other hand stick.

Beckett, who has gone through a lot of ups and downs, has now learned to think like his adoptive father Thanos.

After all, it was the child brought out by Thanos.

The former iron-headed baby finally lived into the appearance he admired the most.

It's just that the price of this growth has made Beckett extremely painful.

He single-handedly created a new universe, but he still couldn't resurrect the person he admired the most.

"I............ I know. ”

"Give me two days and I'll give you a full schedule."

As Beckett said expected, after eating a dismount, Bulma, who had survived the catastrophe, even had a little profit in his heart after hearing the conditions given by Beckett.

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Dragon Ball, Seventh Universe, Earth.

Piccolo, who had long since merged with the gods of the earth, woke up from a nightmare, her rapidly beating heart thumping, and a little cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

"What's going on............"

"That dream ............ just now"

"A new ............ Saiyans? ”

Piccolo, who washed his face and completely sobered himself, teleported to a person's home.

It's just that when he saw the figure in the living room who was reprimanding Sun Wukong with his hands on his waist, he felt that he might not be at the right time for the time being.

"Huh-"

"I'll take Gohan to cultivate."

Piccolo had a cold face, directly interrupting the joy on Sun Wukong's face.

"Don't go!"

"Gohan has to make up for class today!"

As soon as the trouble of her battle-mad husband was solved, another piccolo came, and Kiki's heart was broken.

A roar frightened the once piccolo demon king into not moving.

"But, Kiki—"

I said, "No! Allow! Go! ”

Sun Wukong, who raised his hand weakly, couldn't stand up in an instant.

"Cultivation and cultivation, cultivation is cultivation all day long, Gohan don't study anymore, right?!"

Piccolo, who really felt that it was very noisy, teleported again, and then knocked on the door of the Bumal's house, the first dog in their small group.

"Huh? Are you looking for Vegeta? ”

"He should be in the gravity training room now, I'll take you to him."

Bulma, who had already eaten breakfast and was sunbathing by the pool, got up, covered her graceful body under the purple bikini in a luxurious gauze dress, and led the piccolo to the door of the gravity training room.

"Vegeta, Piccolo is looking for you."

Young Bulma rang the communicator at the door of the gravity room.

"What's the matter?"

In the middle of the night, the door to the gravity chamber opened.

Vegeta, who was naked, had a cold face and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him who had disturbed his cultivation.

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