Chapter 2

At this moment, Son Gohan is lying on the bed, his breathing steady and even, and he is sleeping soundly. As for his dirty clothes, they had been changed. 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 his body, multiple internal organs are bleeding, brain hemorrhage, and a lot of torn muscles. He is still alive despite such serious injuries. The vitality of Saiyans is really unbelievable," Bulma sighed, and then fed Son Gohan a recovery potion.

After doing this, she pulled Trunks aside and asked, "Trunks, didn't you tell me yesterday that Gohan was dead? What's going on?"

"Yes, yes, I buried Brother Gohan myself, and I don't know what happened," Trunks said in confusion.

"Now, tell your mother the whole story from beginning to end," Bulma said.

"Okay," Trunks nodded, thinking back to what happened yesterday, and began to recount it to Bulma word by word. "It's like this: yesterday, after Gohan and I finished training, the androids suddenly appeared in a nearby city and started wreaking havoc. I wanted to go with Gohan to stop these androids, but Gohan knocked me out. When I woke up and rushed over, it was too late. Brother Gohan was lying in a pool of blood, no longer alive, and the 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 suddenly appeared. "Afterward, I buried Brother Gohan and went home..."

It was exactly the same as what Trunks told her yesterday when he came back crying. There was no difference.

Bulma was silent for a while, then said, "Your brother Gohan is very lucky. Maybe he didn't die yesterday. It was you, a stinky boy, who messed around..." Bulma raised her hand to hit Trunks. But when she saw Trunks lowering his head, her eyes flickered, she sighed and put her hand back. "Oh, forget it, at least he's still alive."

After all, no one wants Gohan to be alive more than Trunks. Bulma's eyes softened and she reached out to rub her son's soft hair.

...

Son Gohan slept for two full days. On the third day, he finally woke up. He stared at the ceiling for a while before he remembered that he had transmigrated. He was now in Trunks's house. It took him half a minute to finally turn his head around. A purple-haired boy was sleeping soundly at the end of the bed. He didn'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 notes and calculating on the computer. In the center of the room was a semi-finished instrument with a very unique shape.

Son Gohan took a look at the machine, and his mind turned for a long time, thinking that this was probably the legendary time machine. A few years later, Trunks took this machine back to more than ten years ago and gave Son Goku a special medicine to treat the viral heart disease. Son Goku was saved. The timeline was divided from there, and it became two different worlds from then on.

Thinking of these things, Son Gohan swallowed his saliva, only to feel his mouth and throat dry. "T-Trunks, water," Son Gohan murmured in a hoarse voice. Then, he raised his mummy's leg and hit Trunks' arm.

"Ah! Who kicked me?" Trunks was suddenly awakened. He opened his eyes wide and sat up suddenly. Then he saw Son Gohan blinking at him. "Brother Gohan, you, you woke up? That's great, that's 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 your brother," Bulma came over and patted Trunks on the head in annoyance.

"Oh, oh." Trunks finally reacted, picked up the water bottle on the bedside, opened the lid, and fed it to Son Gohan. He drank two sips and half of it leaked. The water flowed down and wet the bandage on his neck. "Well, I'll do it myself," Son Gohan said. He squirmed and sat up straight. Son Gohan felt that the bandage on his hand was too much of a hindrance and it was very inconvenient to move. So he shook his right arm, and a breath of air swung out, which broke the bandage into pieces. He took the water bottle from Trunks and drank 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, "Much better, but I'm so hungry." His stomach cooperated with him and made a gurgling sound.

"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 make you some food," Bulma said with a smile, then looked at Trunks and pulled him. "Trunks, you go help too."

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

"Well, OK," Son Gohan replied. The mother and son left the bed and walked to the kitchen. Now, Dr. Brief and his wife are dead, and Vegeta is also dead. Bulma's family only consists of the mother and son who depend on each other. But Son Gohan is even more miserable than them. He is the only one left in his family.

...

When Bulma and Trunks brought out the dishes, they found that Son Gohan had already put on his bright orange martial arts uniform and was carefully observing the half-finished time machine in the middle of the room. Bulma put the dishes on the table and exclaimed, "Gohan, why didn't you listen and get out of bed? Your body is not well yet, you need to rest for at least another week."

Son Gohan smiled and said, "I feel fine now. I just need to eat a full meal, and I'll be fine after eating, hahahaha."

"Really, you are becoming more and more like Goku now," Bulma said in a reproachful tone.

"Haha, 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. You can eat after washing your hands," Bulma said.

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

After washing their hands, they sat down, put their hands together, thanked nature for the gift, and then started eating. While eating, Trunks looked at Son Gohan, and after a long time of anxiety, he 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 asked.

Son Gohan glanced at Trunks, then looked at Bulma, stuffed a large piece of bread into his mouth, like a starving ghost. Then he said seriously, "I did die, but I didn't accept it. I thought that there were still Androids 17 and 18 in this world that had not been eliminated, so I struggled to come back to life."

"Trunks, we can't die so easily, otherwise there will be no warriors to protect the earth. We must work hard to train our bodies and strive to eliminate those two damn androids as soon as possible. When I came back a few days ago, I saw that you were slacking off."

"Yes, yes, Brother Gohan!" Trunks' eyes lit up, and he nodded heavily with pride. He is indeed Brother Gohan, and his words are so nice. It sounds very inspiring.