Dragon Ball Strongest Son Gohan

"Hey, number seventeen, stop playing, kill him!"

Wearing a striped tight-fitting shirt, a denim short shorts, the cyborg No. 18, a short golden shoulder-length hair covers half of his delicate face.

Looking at Son Gohan who was already seriously injured on the ground, there was a slanting arc at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was very indifferent.

"Well, I like killing people the most!"

The appearance is similar to that of the eighteenth. She is dressed in black and black trousers and wears a bright red scarf. She pursed her lips, smiled evilly, and a huge energy ball appeared in her palm, and she lay down without hesitation. Son Gohan on the ground blasted down.

This tenacious Son Gohan has been against them many times, and he must be eliminated today.

Killing Son Gohan, this earth has become a playground for the two of them, and no one will be able to interrupt their frantic destruction anymore.

kill! damage! Looking at those desperate faces, and the shouts in the bottom of his hoarse.

Wow! It's a really exciting game, and I'm excited to think about it.

Looking at the energy ball that is getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, Son Gohan has a smile at the corner of his mouth. He feels that he is really tired. After fighting against the artificial man for so long, he needs a good rest.

"Trunks, the future of this world depends on you!"

Son Gohan slowly closed his eyes.

"Dad, Uncle Piccolo, I can finally see you!"

There was a faint smile on Son Gohan's face, there was no despair, no fear, only a kind of relief.

"Just give up like this? If Dad was here, he would never want to see such a weak Son Gohan!"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

Very familiar, Son Gohan suddenly opened his eyes, a future that had been completely abandoned.

I saw a very familiar figure appeared in front of the future Son Gohan.

With a wave of his hand, he flew out the terrifying energy racket on the seventeenth.

"You... are you me in another time and space?"

In the future, Son Gohan looked at a young man in an orange practice suit with a big meal written behind him, and said with excitement.

That figure is definitely right when he was a child.

Trunks, they have successfully returned to the past!

Afterwards, Trunks stepped forward and hugged Son Gohan.

"Master Gohan, great, you are still alive, so great!"(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

With tears in his eyes, Master Gohan was not dead. This is the blessing in misfortune.

Son Gohan turned his head and looked at himself in this time and space. His face was covered with scars, his breath was very weak, but his figure was extremely strong.

It's just that one arm in his empty sleeve is gone.

Only one of the many Z fighters survived him, and it was really hard for him to fight against cyborgs over the years.

"You have a good rest! Leave these two to me!"

Son Gohan handed the fairy beans in his hand to Trunks, and cast his eyes on the 17th and 18th standing in the air.

"You have to be careful, those two robots are very scary!"

Son Gohan reminded the future.

"Terror? I will let them know what the real horror is."

Son Gohan stared coldly at the seventeenth and eighteenth floating in the air!

"Huh? Two more to die!"

Seventeen stared at Son Gohan and Trunks, and smiled softly.

"Oh, Trunks, this kid is really a Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death. I didn't expect that he would dare to show up."

"And that kid, a bit like Son Gohan!"

On the 18th, she stroked her brows and golden hair, and her delicate face raised a seductive curve.

"Don't worry, no matter who they are, this time, none of them can escape."

On the 17th, the words fell, and he slammed his hand, aimed at Son Gohan, and slammed it over.

But he didn't try his best, because in his opinion, that kid was at best an ordinary Saiyan who wouldn't transform!

One punch was enough to solve him.

But when the two fists slammed together, he immediately denied his opinion.

A majestic force flew out seventeen dozens in an instant.

Heavy smashed into the ruins.

"Is this the power of cyborgs? Too weak!"

The number seventeen was blown out with a punch, and the corner of Son Gohan's mouth curled up with a curve of disdain.

The tone is very frivolous.

He looked provocatively at the eighteenth.

"Ok... so awesome, he is so young, and he hasn't transformed into Super Saiyan, how could he have such a powerful force?"

In the future, Son Gohan had eaten fairy beans, his injuries were fully recovered immediately, and he looked at the number 17 that was blown away with a punch in shock.

That was the number seventeen who couldn't win in his own hard fight for a long time, but he was hit and flew out by a few years old Son Gohan.

Even the No. 17 underestimating enemy didn't use his full strength, but it was enough to shock him.

"His power should be far more than these..."

Trunks looked at Son Gohan's back and spoke slowly.

He has seen Son Gohan become Super Saiyan, so Son Gohan must have not done his best yet.

But Trunks didn't know that Super Saiyan was not Son Gohan's limit. The legendary Super Saiyan was his hole card.

"Damn boy!"

On the 17th, walked out of the ruins, with an angry look in his eyes.

He didn't seem to be injured, but his clothes were shaken to tatters.

"Hahaha, on the seventeenth, you look so embarrassed!"

No. 18 pointed to No. 17 in the tattered clothes, mocking mercilessly.

"This is my favorite dress. Now it's torn by you. It's really hot! Do I have only two sets of the same clothes?"

No.17 looked at Son Gohan with cold eyes and said.

"Oh? Are there two more? That's a shame! You may not have the chance to wear them in your life."

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