𝙊𝙢𝙣𝙞 𝘽𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙕

27. Visitor From The Future

The eerie silence of Planet Potaufeu was broken only by the echoing sounds of battle. Goku, Vegeta, and the others stood ready, facing an enemy that had taken on a form all too familiar. In front of them stood a perfect copy of Vegeta, down to the last detail—the scowl, the stance, even the overwhelming power. It was unnerving for all of them, but none more so than Vegeta himself.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this," Vegeta muttered, glaring at his duplicate. "But it's infuriating to watch myself fight."

Goku grinned despite the tension, his eyes flickering between the real Vegeta and the copy. "You know, he's almost as strong as you are. Almost."

"Shut up, Kakarot!" Vegeta barked, his fists tightening. "I'll deal with this copy and make sure it never shows its face again!"

The fight was intense, each blow traded with raw energy that shook the landscape of Planet Potaufeu. The copy Vegeta was formidable, mimicking not just Vegeta's appearance but also his battle techniques. For a moment, it seemed like the fight was at a stalemate, but the combined effort of the team soon overpowered the clone. With one final strike, the copy dissipated, and the real Vegeta stood victorious, though not unscathed.

As the battle wrapped up, the group breathed a collective sigh of relief. Vegeta checked himself over—he had taken a beating, but nothing he couldn't recover from. "Hmph, I'll survive," he muttered, though he seemed more annoyed than hurt. The crisis on Planet Potaufeu was over, but elsewhere, far from the current battle, a new threat was rising.

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In the future timeline, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the deserted streets. Future Trunks sprinted through the ruins of what had once been his home. His heart raced, not just from the exertion, but from the sheer terror that chased him. Behind him, the sky rumbled with ominous power, and in the distance, a figure that looked disturbingly like Goku wreaked havoc on what remained of the city.

Trunks burst through the doors of a half-destroyed building, panting heavily. Inside, his mother, Future Bulma, stood amidst an array of equipment, her face lighting up in relief when she saw him.

"Trunks! Thank goodness you're alright," she said, rushing over to him. Her hands shook slightly, but she masked her fear with a determined expression. She was always strong, always prepared, but today there was an urgency to her movements that Trunks hadn't seen before.

"I'm fine, Mom," Future Trunks said, glancing warily over his shoulder. "But we don't have much time. That guy... he's getting closer." He walked over to the center of the room, where a large container of fuel sat on a workbench. "Is this it?"

Bulma nodded, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Yes, it's enough for a one-way trip to the past. I'm betting there's another way to get you back here, but for now, this is all we've got."

"I can take it back to Capsule Corp," Trunks offered. "You should stay here and rest. It's too dangerous."

But Bulma shook her head, her resolve firm. "No, I'm coming with you. If *he* shows up, you'll need my help. Besides," she added with a small, tired smile, "I can't let you carry the weight of this alone. We'll fix this together."

Trunks opened his mouth to argue, but before he could, a deafening explosion rocked the building. The air around them grew thick with smoke and dust as debris rained down. Bulma's eyes widened, her expression one of horror as she looked outside the shattered windows.

"He's here," she whispered, her voice shaking.

From the smoke, a shadow loomed closer. Trunks grabbed the fuel and turned to his mother. "Mom, we have to go—"