Dragon Ball: I Became Cell in a Doomed Future Chapter 15 15: Mastering the Prince’s Technique

Logically, with Trunks protecting Bulma, the two of them could have continued living comfortably in their ho. There was no reason for them to move out, unless sothing terrible had happened on Earth that forced them to leave.

The young man frowned at the thought.

Whoosh.

In the blink of an eye, he reappeared in front of the gang leader.

Seeing his expression, the gang leader was instantly terrified. His legs turned to jelly, and this ti, he collapsed completely onto the ground.

"Has another terrifying monster appeared on Earth?"

"Y-Yes!" The gang leader's lips trembled as he struggled to explain where to even begin.

"Is it soone called Babidi? Or Dabura?"

"Yes, yes, exactly! Those two! You must've seen them that day too, right?" The gang leader sensed sothing was off but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"What did I see?"

A hint of worry flashed across the young man's face. It seed he'd arrived a little too late and had already missed sothing important.

And worse, Babidi and Dabura had shown up much earlier in this tiline than he rembered.

"We all saw it. That Babidi guy announced he was going to hold a Martial Arts Tournant, threatening the entire world to participate. He said he'd destroy the Earth if we didn't comply!"

As the gang leader explained, he kept sneaking glances at the young man, feeling increasingly uneasy.

Hearing this, the young man's brows furrowed even tighter.

Not only had they appeared earlier, but Babidi's tactics were also completely different from what he rembered.

Though, a tournant was indeed a perfect way to quickly harvest the energy needed to resurrect Majin Buu.

I can't let his plan succeed.

At his current strength, he was confident he could take down Dabura.

If those two showed up again, he was certain he could kill them on the spot.

After confirming the ti and location of the tournant, he allowed the gang leader's group to leave.

Seeing his companion's troubled expression, the long-haired girl beside him looked worried.

"Trunks, should we try contacting the Supre Kai and tell him what's happening on Earth?"

The young man was none other than Future Trunks, the Trunks who had lived through the Cell Gas and the nightmare of Zamasu's Human Extermination Plan.

His companion was Mai, one of the last survivors of their tiline.

After everything they endured in the Zamasu arc, they'd lost their original world.

They could have stayed peacefully in the main tiline, but because of so careless comnts made by Gohan, they chose to return to the past, to a ti before Dabura and Zamasu appeared.

Even now, Trunks still felt a sharp ache in his heart whenever he rembered Gohan's words.

"Future Trunks must have built a safe and peaceful world, right?"

"If I ever get the chance, I'd love to visit that world he saved."

"And it would be so nice to et Future Bulma."

Every word from Gohan had been like a dagger straight into his already broken heart.

Gohan probably hadn't ant anything by it, but Trunks had made up his mind.

This ti… I will not let you down, Gohan.

In his mind, the image of a one-ard man's resolute back lingered.

"Mai, the Supre Kai must be watching Babidi. When the ti cos, he'll show up. Besides, we don't even know how to contact him right now."

"For now, let's focus on finding my mother and the other ."

A bitter smile crept onto Trunks' face.

Spirit Room of Ti

Two figures blurred, light and shadow twisting as the sound of violent impacts echoed through the space.

Boom.

After a fierce collision, they separated.

"Bulma, take this, Prince's Barrage!"

Levos fired rapid energy blasts, palms thrusting forward in a flurry so fast they were nearly invisible.

"Ah-dah-dah-dah."

In an instant, countless energy blasts wove into a massive net, sweeping toward Bulma.

"Ugh! Not this move again!" ca Bulma's exasperated shout from within the thick smoke.

"Just admit it! Once I gain so distance, I can rain down endless energy blasts until you run out of stamina!"

Levos was smug.

When it ca to combat talent, of course soone who'd seen the entire Dragon Ball script had the upper hand.

Even a genius like Bulma could only be his stepping stone.

"You seem to have forgotten. I have the sa energy you do! Plus, I've already learned all your tricks!"

Bulma snorted coldly and fired back the exact sa barrage.

The two launched into a classic Dragon Ball energy duel, neither able to gain the upper hand.

The endurance of their android bodies was simply insane.

At this rate, they could probably keep this up for days without stopping.

Their bodies wouldn't tire, but their eyes would eventually suffer from visual fatigue.

Just as Levos was starting to lower his guard, Bulma suddenly unleashed a rapid burst of energy blasts, much denser than before.

His pupils shrank.

She had been conserving her energy, just like him, and hit him with the move he was preparing to use.

Boom boom boom.

Countless blasts hamred against Levos' energy shield, the deafening explosions reverberating through the air.

"Hah!"

As Levos was caught off guard, Bulma burst through the smoke and landed a fierce punch on his shield.

The barrier shattered instantly, and Levos quickly retreated, firing off two quick energy blasts to force her back.

"Not bad. This ti, I won't hold back."

Levos praised her as he landed, taking a solid stance.

"Ka ha ha!"

Even though Bulma desperately tried to disrupt him with energy blasts, she couldn't stop the release of the signature Turtle School technique.

A massive, pale-blue beam erupted from Levos' palms.

"Shield!" Bulma quickly raised a spherical energy barrier.

Rumble.

The entire space trembled, the violent beam illuminating everything.

Bulma gritted her teeth and held on for a full minute before finally calling off the match.

"Enough, enough! I give up!" she shouted.

Levos imdiately stopped, grinning. "So, another draw?"

"Of course! Our record stands, ten fights, ten draws!" Bulma's defiant voice rang out.

Their maximum power outputs were identical, their attacks nearly perfectly matched.

And since their energy regeneration outpaced their consumption, they essentially had infinite stamina.

Under normal circumstances, no amount of fighting would ever produce a winner.

But Levos was a Dragon Ball veteran. Whether it was replicating moves or creating new fighting styles, he always had the edge.

If he still couldn't beat Bulma, that would be way too embarrassing.

The problem was, every ti Bulma was about to lose, she would imdiately call for a draw.

And her reasons were completely solid. Levos couldn't argue.

Back when he watched Dragon Ball, Levos had always felt sothing was off. How were their clothes always so durable, barely ever tearing in battle?

Well, that little plot armor was officially gone.

His own clothes had long since been obliterated in their first sparring match.

The ones he was wearing now were already replacents, and even those had been changed multiple tis.

Bulma's situation was even worse.

Going shirtless was no big deal for Levos, but definitely not for Bulma.

Their matches always ended when one of their outfits fell apart.

Which ant Levos would end up covering his face and muttering "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything…"

Bulma fully exploited this loophole, forcing Levos to admit every match was a draw.

That, in the end, was the real reason why they could never settle their score.