Dragon Ball: I bet my left arm on my future

At Trunks' house,

Son Gohan was lying on the bed, his breathing steady and even, sleeping soundly.

As for his dirty clothes, they had been changed and his whole body was covered with bandages, with only his eyes, nose and mouth exposed. He looked like a mummy.

"There are 15 broken bones in the body, multiple internal organs are bleeding, brain hemorrhage, and a lot of muscle tearing. He is still alive despite such serious injuries. The Saiyan's vitality is really tenacious and unbelievable."

Bulma sighed, then fed Son Gohan a recovery potion.

After doing all this, she pulled Trunks aside and asked, "Trunks, what's going on? Although Gohan was seriously injured, he is still alive. But you yesterday..."

"Brother Gohan was bleeding all over the floor yesterday, and he had no breath left, so I buried him. I'm sorry..." Trunks wiped his red eyes and lowered his head.

"Okay, tell your mother again what happened yesterday from beginning to end," said Bulma.

"OK, all right."

Trunks nodded, thinking back to what happened yesterday, and began to repeat it to Bulma word by word.

"It's like this. Yesterday, after Gohan and I finished training, androids suddenly appeared in a nearby city and started wreaking havoc."

"I wanted to go with Brother Gohan to stop these two androids, but Brother Gohan lied to me and knocked me out secretly."

"When I woke up and rushed over, it was too late. Brother Gohan was lying in a pool of blood, no longer alive, and those two damn androids were nowhere to be found."

When he said this, Trunks clenched his fists until they turned white, and veins on his forehead appeared.

"Later, I buried Brother Gohan..."

It was exactly the same thing that Trunks told her yesterday when he came back and cried.

There is no difference.

Bulma was silent for a while, then said: "Gohan is lucky and has a long life. He should not have died completely yesterday. It was you who messed around..."

Bulma raised her hand to hit Trunks.

But looking at Trunks who kept his head down with red eyes, his eyes flickered, and he sighed and took his hand back.

"Oh, never mind. Anyway, I'm still alive, so I'll just thank the gods for blessing me."

Trunks, you should feel guilty now.

After all, no one wanted Gohan to be alive more than him. He respected and admired Gohan so much.

Bulma's eyes softened and she reached out to ruffle Trunks' soft hair.

……

Son Gohan slept for two and a half days.

On the third day, he finally woke up.

He stared at the ceiling for a while before he remembered that he had been reborn.

He is now at Trunks' house.

It took him another half a minute before he finally managed to turn his head around.

A young man with purple hair was sleeping soundly at the end of the bed. I don’t know what he was dreaming about, but there was a smile on his face.

A beautiful woman in a white coat was busy in the room, flipping through her notes and calculating on the computer.

In the center of the room is a semi-finished instrument with a very unique shape.

Son Gohan took a look at the machine and thought for a long time before he realized that this was probably the legendary time machine.

A few years later, Trunks rode this machine back to more than ten years ago to bring Son Goku a special medicine to treat viral heart disease.

Sun Wukong was saved.

The timeline is split from there.

From then on, they became two different worlds.

Thinking about these things, Son Gohan swallowed his saliva and felt his mouth was dry and his throat was about to smoke.

"T-Trunks, water."

Son Gohan murmured, his voice very hoarse.

He then lifted the mummy's leg and rubbed it against Trunks' arm.

"Ah! Who kicked me?"

Trunks suddenly woke up.

He opened his eyes wide and sat up suddenly.

Then he saw Son Gohan winking at him.

"Brother Gohan, you, you're awake? That's great, that's really great." The boy's face was full of surprise, but he obviously didn't hear what Son Gohan said just now.

"Brat, get some water for Gohan." Bulma walked over and patted Trunks on the head in annoyance.

"Ah, oh oh." Trunks finally reacted, picked up the water bottle on the bedside, opened the lid, and fed it to Son Gohan's mouth.

He drank two sips and missed a sip and a half. Water flowed down the corners of his mouth and wet the bandage on his neck.

"I'll do it myself." said Son Gohan.

He squirmed and sat up straight.

Son Gohan disliked the bandages on his hands as being too cumbersome and making it very difficult for him to move.

Then he shook his right arm, and a breath of air spread out, shattering the bandage.

He took the water bottle from Trunks and drank all the water in the bottle in a few gulps.

Bulma sat next to him, looked at Son Gohan and asked with concern: "Gohan, how do you feel now?"

Son Gohan glanced at Bulma and said, "I'm much better now, but I'm really hungry."

His stomach cooperated with him and made gurgling sounds.

"Mom, I'm hungry too." Trunks also said.

"That's good, Gohan, you should have a good rest and don't move around. I'll go cook for you." Bulma said with a smile, then looked at Trunks and pulled him.

"Trunks, come help too."

"Oh." Trunks nodded.

"Brother Gohan, I'm going to go cook with my mom first, and I'll talk to you later." Trunks said with a smile.

"Yeah, okay." Son Gohan responded.

The mother and son left the bed and walked towards the kitchen.

Now, Dr. Bruff and his wife are dead, and Vegeta is also dead.

Bulma's family consists of only mother and son.

But Son Gohan is even more miserable than them.

He was the only one left in his family.

Qiqi and Niu Mowang both died more than a year ago, when his left arm was broken.

During the days he was unconscious, the androids attacked Baozi Mountain.

……

When Bulma and Trunks brought out plates of food,

He found that Son Gohan had already put on his bright yellow martial arts uniform and was standing in the middle of the room, carefully observing the half-finished time machine.

Bulma put the food on the table and exclaimed, "Gohan, why didn't you get out of bed? Your body is not well yet, you need to rest for at least another week."

Son Gohan turned around and smiled: "I feel like I'm fine now. Now all I need is a full meal. Once I'm full, I'll be fine. Hahaha."

"Really, you're becoming more and more like Goku now."

"You always don't take care of your body."

Bulma said in a blaming tone.

"But I really feel fine now. I'm just very hungry."

"How long have I been unconscious?" Son Gohan asked curiously.

"Today is the third day. Okay, go wash your hands. After washing your hands, you can eat." Bulma said.

"No wonder I'm so hungry. That means I haven't eaten for at least three or four days." Son Gohan muttered, touched his stomach, and then went to wash his hands.

After washing their hands, they sat down and started eating.

While eating, Trunks looked at Son Gohan, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Brother Gohan, that day, I thought you were dead. I couldn't feel any breath or heartbeat from you, and your body became cold. So, that's why I buried you. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, Gohan, what's going on?" Bulma also asked.

Son Gohan glanced at Trunks, then at Bulma, and stuffed a large piece of bread into his mouth like a starving ghost.

He swallowed the bread, and then said seriously: "The life of the Saiyans is so tenacious, but I was almost dead at that time. If my willpower was just a little bit weaker, I would have really died. I thought that there were still Androids 17 and 18 in this world that had not been eliminated, so I struggled to crawl back."

"Trunks, we can't fall so easily, otherwise there will be no warriors to protect the earth. We must work hard to train and strive to destroy those two damn androids as soon as possible. When I came back a few days ago, I felt that you were a little slack."

"Yeah, yes, Brother Gohan!" Trunks nodded heavily.

As expected of Brother Gohan, he speaks so nicely.

Sounds very inspiring.

……