"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Yamcha's heart nearly jumped out of his throat.
He had never imagined he would encounter the ultimate bosses of this world here, in this situation.
He hid in the shadow of the equipment, his body as rigid as stone, not daring to move a single finger.
He knew he could suppress his Ki and avoid being sensed by Dragon Ball fighters.
But Androids relied on electronic eyes—visual targeting! If they saw him, he was dead!
Above the crater, Android 17 and Android 18 hovered in the air, looking down at the massive ruins below.
"Hey, 18, are you sure that kid Trunks will come here?"
Android 17's voice was flat, lazy, completely unconcerned.
"Who knows?" Android 18 brushed back her golden short hair, her tone just as indifferent.
"But this is Bulma's home. That kid probably still has some attachment to this place, right? He might come back for a look."
"How boring." Android 17 yawned. "We've been looking for him for so long it's like playing hide-and-seek. Let's just blow up this planet already."
"That's no fun." Android 18's lips curled into a cold smile. "Isn't it more interesting to watch the prey struggle in despair?"
Hearing their conversation, Yamcha's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.
Life, in their eyes, was nothing more than a toy to play with and destroy at will.
In his previous life, he had only seen them on a screen and thought they were cool and powerful.
He had even wanted to kiss Android 18.
But standing here now, he finally understood the bone-deep fear and despair they inspired.
"Hm?"
Android 17 seemed to notice something. His gaze swept toward the entrance of the underground laboratory where Yamcha was hiding.
"There's some kind of artificial cave down there."
Yamcha's heart nearly stopped.
Had he been discovered?
"Oh? Want to check it out? Maybe there's a little mouse hiding inside," Android 18 said with interest.
"Forget it, too much trouble." Android 17 shook his head. He raised one hand, palm facing the entrance. "Let's just clear it."
A dazzling ball of energy rapidly condensed in his palm!
Yamcha's pupils contracted sharply, his mind going completely blank.
He was going to die.
Trapped underground, there was nowhere to run.
With that incoming blast, the entire underground lab would be vaporized instantly—he wouldn't even leave behind a trace of ash.
But at that exact moment—
Boom—!!!
A second, even larger energy blast streaked in from the distant sky, slamming violently toward Android 17 and Android 18!
"Hm?"
Android 17 raised an eyebrow and dodged instantly. Android 18 also slipped out of the blast radius with ease.
A massive explosion erupted in the sky, the shockwave stripping away a layer of ruins below.
"So you finally decided to show yourself." Android 17 turned toward the direction the blast had come from, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
A figure with short purple hair, wearing a blue jacket and carrying a long sword, appeared in the distant sky.
It was Trunks!
"You two bastards!" Trunks' face twisted with fury, his golden Super Saiyan aura blazing violently around him.
"Oh? Isn't this our little mouse? What made you brave enough to come out on your own today?"
Android 18 greeted him with a smile, as if welcoming an old acquaintance.
"I'm here to… end you two for good!" Trunks roared and charged straight toward them!
"Interesting." Android 17 smirked and flew to intercept him.
High above, a fierce battle erupted instantly.
The golden figure and the two black silhouettes clashed again and again, each collision unleashing destructive energy shockwaves.
Deep in the underground laboratory, Yamcha collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.
He had genuinely just brushed past the gates of death.
Trunks had saved him.
He looked upward, through the crater, at the overwhelmingly lopsided battle raging in the sky.
Trunks was strong—far stronger than Yamcha remembered from when he first returned from the future.
Clearly, after Gohan's death, he had undergone brutal, relentless training.
But it was useless.
He had only gone back to the past this time to deliver the antidote to Son Goku.
It wouldn't be until the next time he returned that he would truly become stronger.
Under the combined assault of Android 17 and Android 18, he was completely overwhelmed.
The Androids weren't even fighting seriously—they were like two cats toying with a little mouse, smiling casually as they deflected Trunks' attacks over and over, leaving fresh wounds on him each time.
"Too weak, Trunks." Android 17 kicked him away and said flatly, "Every time you show up, you say you'll end us. And every time, all you do is make us even more bored."
"Damn it…" Trunks climbed out of the rubble, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Alright, I'm done playing with you." Android 18 seemed to lose her patience. "The game is over."
She raised her right hand, palm aimed at Trunks.
At that moment, something unexpected happened.
Android 18 suddenly froze mid-motion. She snapped her head to the side, her cold blue eyes locking directly on the pit—right at the spot where Yamcha was hiding below!
Every drop of blood in Yamcha's body instantly turned to ice.
Her gaze pierced through dozens of meters of rock and metal, through the gaps in the equipment.. as if… she was staring straight into his eyes.
What's going on?
I clearly suppressed my ki to the limit! How did she find me?
Did my emotions fluctuate after escaping death, leaking a trace of ki?
No—that's impossible! They can't sense ki!
It was…
Yamcha's eyes shifted to the glowing computer terminal beside him.
That was it!
The electromagnetic signals from the computer… or the light from the screen…
their sensors must have picked it up!
"Down there… there really is a little mouse."
A beautiful smile curved across Android 18's lips.
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