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

Chapter 351 Trunks

The blue-haired boy looked up at Sun Wukong, his eyelashes casting dappled shadows in the twilight, his fingertips unconsciously clenching the creases of his trousers: "Mr. Sun."

Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow at him, a few strands of his black hair being lifted by the air currents, a smile still lingering on his lips: "What's wrong?"

The boy's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze sweeping over the whispering crowd in the distance. He lowered his voice and said, "There's something I want to talk to you about alone. No one else can hear us."

Sun Wukong scratched behind his ear, causing the shoulder strap of his armor to slip down a little: "No outsiders allowed? Okay, I understand."

Sun Wukong turned around and waved to Krillin and the others.

Sorry everyone, I'll be right back.

Yamcha curled his lip and said, "Tch, what's with all the mystery..."

Before he could finish speaking, two figures transformed into streaks of light and sped toward the distant mountain peak.

The two landed on the mountaintop one after the other, the gravel making a soft sound on the soles of their boots.

The blue-haired boy stopped, turned around, and when he looked up, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "This is it."

Sun Wukong said, "Oh, right, speaking of which, I should thank you. Thank you for having to take action against Frieza. It's my fault for being too naive; I should have just killed him on Namek."

The blue-haired boy said, "Frieza was originally supposed to be defeated by you, but due to time constraints, I didn't wait for you and took care of him myself."

Sun Wukong said, "Oh, really? But Frieza hasn't reflected on his actions at all. I'd like to teach him another lesson."

Sun Wukong rubbed the bandage around his waist with his fingertips, gazing into the distance at the horizon, a few strands of his black hair being lifted by the wind.

The blue-haired boy lowered his eyes and stared at the calluses on his palms, his Adam's apple bobbing: "You won't be able to get to Earth for three hours, there's not enough time, so I had no choice but to take action to deal with them."

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "It's not too late. I've learned a new ultimate move."

The boy raised an eyebrow: "A new special move?"

"Instant teleportation!"

"Instant teleportation?"

Sun Wukong's eyes gleamed with excitement: "The Yardratians taught me. They're not great at fighting, but their skills are quite unique. As long as they sense the other person's ki, they can be on Frieza's spaceship in the blink of an eye."

A look of realization dawned on the boy's eyes, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly. Then he lowered his gaze to the shoes, his eyelashes casting dappled shadows beneath his eyes, and his fingertips unconsciously tightened around the hem of his shirt: "So that's how it is. Mr. Sun has actually learned such a powerful technique."

The boy lowered his head, his blue hair falling down to obscure his expression. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was as soft as if it had been broken by the wind: "I actually... changed history in a meaningless way. I only wanted to see you, but I didn't expect to run into everyone."

Sun Wukong frowned slightly, a look of confusion appearing in his eyes. He scratched the stray hairs behind his ear with his fingertips: "Change history? That sounds rather mystical."

The blue-haired boy's Adam's apple bobbed, his fingertips leaving red marks on his palms. He looked up, his eyelashes fluttering twice. "Before that... there's something I'd like to ask you." He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Sun Wukong's hair. "Can you transform into a Super Saiyan at will?"

Sun Wukong was taken aback by these words. His hair swayed as he shook his head, and then he suddenly grinned, revealing his canine teeth: "At first, we still couldn't find it!"

Sun Wukong tapped his shoulder armor with his finger, a look of reminiscence in his eyes: "I couldn't do it at first, but after some hard training, I can do it now."

The blue-haired boy said, "Then could you please transform for me, Mr. Sun? Please?"

Sun Wukong met the blue-haired boy's burning gaze and nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Wukong suddenly gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with intense anger, and his aura erupted like a volcano.

Shang Yun and the others in the distance suddenly looked up. That familiar yet violent wave of energy was tearing through the twilight, sending pebbles flying everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, Sun Wukong's black hair turned golden inch by inch, each strand standing up like a burning sun. He looked down at the energy pulsating in his palm and said, "Watch closely—this is how it looks."

"Hey! Why has Goku's hair turned yellow?!" Bulma exclaimed.

Son Gohan clenched his fists, a proud glint in his eyes: "It's because Daddy has become a Super Saiyan!"

Tianjin Fan gasped in amazement: "He hasn't even made a move yet, and his aura is already this strong..."

A look of gratitude welled up in the blue-haired boy's eyes, and his fingertips trembled slightly: "Thank you. You really look just like me when I transform into a Super Saiyan."

Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow: "And then?"

The boy suddenly pursed his lips, and a surge of energy rose around him. His blue hair ignited into golden flames, and the rubble turned to dust in the flames.

The crowd in the distance was jolted back half a step by the powerful shockwave. Yamcha's eyes widened: "He... he can transform into a Super Saiyan too?! What are these two guys up to?"

Vegeta clenched his fists, a low growl escaping his throat: "Damn it... just who is this kid?!"

Sun Wukong looked at the blue-haired youth transforming into a Super Saiyan and exclaimed in surprise, "He really does look just like me!"

The young man said in a deep voice, "I apologize." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly drew his long sword from his back, and the sword flashed like lightning as it slashed toward Sun Wukong's face, but stopped abruptly three inches from his forehead.

Sun Wukong didn't move an inch, a smile appearing in his eyes: "Why didn't you dodge? Because you didn't have any killing intent—I can still tell that."

The young man sheathed his sword, his aura suddenly surging: "Alright, then I won't hold back anymore. Take this seriously!"

Sun Wukong chuckled and raised a finger, instantly converging a golden ball of energy at the fingertip.

The boy's pupils contracted slightly, and he swung his sword again! The sword flashed seven times, but each time it was steadily blocked by that finger, and the sound of metal clashing echoed across the mountain peak.

The boy staggered back three steps, sheathed his sword, and caught his breath, his golden hair fading back to indigo. He gazed at the energy dancing on Sun Wukong's fingertips, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Just as the legends say... no, even more powerful than the legends describe."

The boy gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white: "This sword can even split Frieza in two."

Sun Wukong dissipated his golden aura, and his black hair fell back down in front of his forehead: "But you didn't use your full strength just now."

The boy suddenly looked up and stared directly at Sun Wukong, his blue eyes filled with a complex expression: "You are someone I can trust. Then I will tell you everything."

Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Alright, go ahead and say it. I'm keeping my mouth shut."

The boy's fingertips traced the hilt of his sword. Suddenly, he said seriously, "This may seem strange, but I come from the future. I came here 20 years from now through a time machine."

Sun Wukong's pupils constricted, his black hair billowing in the wind: "What? The future? 20 years from now?"

The boy continued, "My name is Trunks. My dad is Vegeta, who's standing over there."

Goku's eyes widened: "What?! Vegeta?! Your dad is Vegeta?!" He looked Trunks up and down. "Looking at him now, he really does look like him! I never expected that guy to have a son?!"