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Chapter 8: Krillin, the Great Evil King!
In the sky, Goten and Trunks were flying at high speed, heading toward Master Roshi's island home.
"Trunks! How could you go into the Time Chamber without taking me with you?!"
Goten glared at Trunks angrily, but to Trunks—whose mind was far more mature than his age—Goten looked more cute than scary.
"I'm sorry, Goten… I really wanted to take you with me, but I forgot!"
Trunks wasn't lying. He truly had wished to train with Goten, to help him master Super Saiyan and reach the perfect form.
"Next time you have to tell me! It's not fair for you to train alone!"
"Alright, alright… by the way…"
"Hmmm?"
Trunks smirked and leaned closer, whispering a plan—one that no one would expect from a boy like him.
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On a small island, there was a modest house.
In front of it, bald-headed Krillin was sparring in a friendly match with his wife, Android 18.
On the side, Master Roshi sat quietly, watching while muttering to himself:
"Marital problems these days…"
He rubbed his temples. Ever since Krillin got married, Roshi could no longer enjoy his "cultural magazines" in peace—
and the main reason, of course, was "the beautiful ice queen," Krillin's wife: Android 18.
(From now on, we'll shorten her name to Eighteen.)
While Krillin was being pummeled by his beautiful wife's kicks, both suddenly froze and looked up at the sky.
"This ki… it's strong. Who could it be?"
Krillin tensed. The energy wasn't as overwhelming as Eighteen's, yet it was still alarming.
Moments later, two very familiar figures appeared above them.
"Eeeeh?!"
Krillin and Roshi were literally shocked.
Eighteen, however, stayed calm. The moment she saw Trunks, she instantly remembered the Trunks from the future.
"But… why are they younger? Did one of them use the Dragon Balls to wish themselves smaller?"
Eighteen spoke bluntly, ignoring the disbelief plastered on Krillin's and Roshi's faces as Goten and Trunks descended.
"Goten, this is Roshi-sama and Kri—Krillin…"
Trunks felt his friend was about to ruin the plan, his expression already screaming stupidity.
"Go-Goku… and that… are you Trunks?!"
Krillin stammered in shock.
Trunks nodded, struggling not to laugh, then looked at him with utter seriousness.
"Krillin-san… I've come from the future.
The future has changed. We were living in peace, but suddenly…"
The air grew heavy. Everyone leaned in, listening.
"Krillin-san… in the future you become evil—
and you destroy the Earth!"
The words struck like lightning.
"W-What?!" — Krillin
"Impossible!" — Eighteen
"Krillin… no way, that's not possible!" — Roshi
Trunks savored their shocked faces.
But then, Goten opened his mouth and ruined everything:
"Really! I thought this was just a prank!"
"... …"
Trunks suddenly wondered if staying friends with Goten was a mistake. If he stuck with him, he might become an idiot too!
"A prank? What prank?" — Krillin
"Hmmm… didn't Gohan tell you he has a younger brother now? Maybe this is Goku's second son." — Eighteen
"So this is little Trunks… not Future Trunks." — Roshi
"Goten, you idiot… you ruined the prank!"
Trunks smacked his friend lightly on the head.
"Hey! But you surprised me!"
Goten protested, only to lock eyes with Eighteen—who was glaring at them coldly.
"T-Trunks… maybe we should come back another day…"
Goten whispered, swallowing hard.
"You annoying brats!" — Eighteen
Minutes later, Goten and Trunks were sitting on the ground, their heads swollen with bumps from Eighteen's fists.
"So you came all the way here… just for a stupid prank?"
Eighteen asked sharply. Though she had calmed a little, she still seemed angry.
Worse, she had actually believed for a moment that Krillin might become evil one day.
"I'm sorry again… the truth is, we came to train. We just thought of the prank on the way here."
Trunks muttered, holding his throbbing head. If Eighteen agreed to fight him, he'd have to dodge everything—or else his skull might burst.
"Train? Couldn't you have trained with Saiyans like Vegeta or Gohan?"
Krillin sighed, convinced these kids were hopeless.
Instead of sparring with strong fighters, they came to him—a mere human.
"Nii-san neglected his training and got weak… Trunks even beat him."
Goten said carelessly. Roshi nearly fell over in shock.
"Goten… you mean Trunks really beat Gohan?!"
Krillin gasped. He knew Gohan had been slacking…
but never, not even in his worst nightmares, did he imagine Gohan losing to a seven-year-old!
"Hahaha… seeing their shocked faces is fun. Bringing Goten was the right choice."
Trunks thought to himself with a sly grin as he stood up.
"I don't know if you'll believe me or not… but either way, I want to ask for a fight."
Everyone turned to him in disbelief, then refused instantly.
Fighting a Saiyan was trouble enough—let alone a Saiyan prodigy child!
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Half an hour of persuasion later, they finally agreed—but only under conditions:
Eighteen: Ten million zeni in exchange for sparring.
Roshi: Only agreed after Goten begged, and demanded a hug to relive his memories of young Goku.
Krillin: Accepted after Trunks promised him a house in the city, to ease the coldness of living with Eighteen.
Soon, Trunks stood before three fighters.
By the way, Roshi now looked completely different—his muscles bulged, his body massive.
He had decided to face the Saiyan child with all his might.
"Alright then… get ready!"
Goten stood on the rooftop of the house, acting as referee.
"Let the battle begin!"
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