Where did he go?
Trunks thought in confusion, having lost sight of Gohan.
Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, and Gohan's voice rang in his ear: "Trunks, remember, don't tell them about me."
Trunks looked around, but he couldn't find where the voice was coming from no matter how hard he tried.
He only felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.
It reminded him of his respected elder brother who had been dead for many years.
Fine, as he wished.
He exhaled, powered down from his Super Saiyan state, composed himself, and turned to look at Vegeta, Piccolo, and the others. With a smile on his face, he shouted:
"I'm going to pick up Mr. Son Goku. Do you all want to come along?"
"What?" Everyone was shocked.
The youth actually called out Goku's name, which was something they hadn't expected.
Seeing their surprised expressions, Trunks continued, "Mr. Son Goku's spaceship should be landing near here. Follow me."
As he spoke, he soared into the air, oriented himself, and flew off.
Krillin, Vegeta, and the others hesitated for a moment, conflicted about whether or not to follow.
However, in the end, they couldn't suppress their curiosity and all followed after him.
Three hours later.
Son Goku's spaceship descended from the sky, crashing into the ground with a "boom" and creating a deep crater.
Son Goku appeared, dressed in Yardrat clothing.
The story continued as Trunks and Son Goku sparred for a bit.
Then, he told Son Goku about the terrifying future and handed over the special heart medicine he had brought.
And while they were talking...
Gohan had already suppressed his Qi and was sitting in a Gourmet House in East City. The table was covered with all sorts of food, and he was feasting heartily.
Speaking of this shop, Gohan was quite familiar with it.
Because in his own world, he had visited it many times.
Everything in the shop was arranged the same way, and even the people were the same, except the Proprietress was much younger now—just a young woman in her early twenties.
In his memory, this Proprietress was already a woman in her forties who still retained her charm.
This feeling was truly very peculiar.
Gohan sized up the Proprietress with interest while eating, his mind also on Trunks' appearance.
"It seems the world line split the moment I was reborn."
"In that timeline where I died, Trunks fought the androids alone and brought the special heart medicine to this world."
"Everything has changed, yet nothing has changed."
"The timeline really is the most complex thing in this world..."
Gohan continued to deduce and speculate in his mind.
If he had known sooner that a Trunks would come to this world to deliver medicine, he wouldn't have come here for anything.
Wouldn't it be better to enjoy delicious food when free and Cultivate after eating his fill?
Why bother getting involved in this mess?
To be honest, he didn't really want to meet the "acquaintances" of this world.
He couldn't be bothered to explain.
And there was the possibility of getting caught up in unnecessary trouble.
In short, it was just a lot of trouble.
Now that Trunks was handling things, he was happy to be an idle bystander.
It was quite peaceful.
As he thought, not a single bit of the food on the table went to waste; it all found its way into his stomach.
The young Proprietress, seeing such a handsome man with such a large appetite for the first time, was secretly amazed and couldn't help but steal a few more glances at Gohan.
"Proprietress, the bill, please."
"Coming, sir~"
The Proprietress's voice was gentle and pleasant, but her figure was a bit less developed than it would be ten-plus years later.
Gohan paid happily and then left the Gourmet House.
Just then, he noticed Trunks' Qi moving away from Son Goku and the others, flying all over the place as if searching for him.
"Finally finished?"
Gohan thought to himself and used Instant Transmission to teleport over.
High above a mountain peak, Trunks was looking around.
"Strange, has that person left?"
Recalling the familiar and warm feeling Gohan gave him, Trunks really wanted to see Gohan again and find out exactly who he was.
Whoosh!
Gohan suddenly appeared beside him.
"In... Instant Transmission?" Trunks was startled and took two steps back, then clearly saw Gohan's face.
Upon seeing Gohan's face, Trunks' pupils constricted rapidly, and even his hands began to tremble.
His lips trembled as he looked at Gohan in disbelief and said, "Go... Big Brother Gohan? Is it really you?"
He rubbed his eyes vigorously until both were red.
"Yes, it's me," Gohan nodded.
Silence!
Trunks continued to stare at Gohan, but soon shook his head in denial.
"No, you're not Big Brother Gohan. My Big Brother Gohan isn't like this."
Trunks' expression quickly shifted from excitement to gloom, then from gloom to confusion, and finally from confusion to shock.
With this acting ability, if he were to be reborn as an actor, it would be a crime if he didn't win a Best Actor award.
"Mr. Gohan, are you also from the future?"
Trunks was very clever; once his mind cleared, he immediately guessed Gohan's origins with near-perfect accuracy.
Gohan nodded. "That's right. Let's find a place to talk."
"Let's go there," he said, pointing to a flat patch of grass on the mountain.
"Okay," Trunks replied, his gaze never leaving Gohan.
The two landed on the mountaintop, and Trunks also suppressed his Qi.
They sat on the grass.
Trunks' eyes were filled with shock and confusion.
This Mr. Gohan was taller than the Big Brother Gohan in his memory, his arm was intact, and even the scar on his face was gone.
Especially behind him—he actually still had a furry tail.
If not for that warm, familiar feeling and the eighty-to-ninety percent similarity in their faces, Trunks wouldn't have dared to recognize him.
Recalling the terrifying Qi that had suppressed him earlier, Trunks could never have imagined that the mysterious person's identity was actually Gohan.
As soon as Trunks sat down, he asked impatiently, "Mr. Gohan, what's going on? Are you really from the future as well?"
Gohan nodded. "Yes, that's right. Trunks, first tell me about the situation on your side."
"Okay."
Without any hesitation, Trunks recounted everything that had happened in the future world in detail.
It was exactly as Gohan remembered.
In age 778, "he" died.
Trunks spent several years dealing with Android 17 and Android 18 alone, living a life of hiding.
Later, Bulma successfully developed the time machine.
Then Bulma had Trunks come to deliver the special heart medicine to this world's Son Goku.
It was a familiar story, without any differences.
"That's my story, Mr. Gohan. What about you?" Trunks said, looking at Gohan.
Gohan's gaze turned deep as he sank into memory. "In age 778, I crawled out of my grave..."
"Huh?" Trunks' eyes widened.
What kind of Heaven-Defying start is this?
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