The Natural Enemies Of No. 17 And No. 18—Trunks’ Vengeance Meets Renkai’s Parallel Power

The dusty plain near Western Capital crackled with the aftermath of Frieza's resurrection, the air thick with the hum of the Kurdish King's departing spaceship. Trunks, a blur of golden Super Saiyan light, erupted from hiding, sword slashing toward Frieza and his father as they reached the hatch. Trunks: 220 million (Super Saiyan 1). Renkai watched, arms crossed, recognizing the future warrior instantly—Bulma's son from a shattered timeline, undeterred by his own marriage to her in this world.

Renkai's lips twitched into a faint smirk. As a Shenron, he was singular—no duplicates across realities, unlike Zeno's pair. His existence here didn't erase Trunks' origin; it merely rewrote the board. Frieza's tail flicked, a death beam sparking, but before the blade could strike, Renkai signaled Siru. The green-skinned android stepped forward, insectoid features curling into a sneer. Siru: 500 million (Level 1). "Who dares strut before Lord Renkai, the Great Demon King?" Siru's voice dripped with contempt as he lunged, smashing Trunks to the ground with a single blow.

Frieza's eyes widened, shock flickering beneath his arrogance. "That strength…" he muttered, then laughed, "Oh ho ho! Give me months to train, and I'll reclaim my throne as Universe Emperor!" The Kurdish King scowled beside him. "Frieza, how often must I warn you of Lord Beerus?" His son snorted, ignoring him, and the ship roared skyward, vanishing into the void.

Trunks writhed under Siru's boot, blood trickling from his lip. "Damn it!" he spat, glaring at Renkai. "Why stop me? Who's this green freak keeping Frieza alive?"

Renkai gestured Siru off, grinning. "Sorry, Trunks—future Trunks, I should say. The Kurdish King's my client; I don't let buyers die on my watch. That 'freak' is Siru, Dr. Gero's second Cell-series android—biotech masterpiece."

Trunks' face contorted, rage igniting at "Dr. Gero." "You're with him?! A Red Ribbon remnant?!" He surged up, sword flashing, but Siru's fist met him mid-strike, slamming him back down. Dust billowed, Trunks gasping, defiance unbroken.

"Easy," Renkai said, pointing to his black windbreaker—emblazoned with "Dragon" and the Universal Capsule Company logo, mirrored on Trunks' own jacket. "Notice anything before you swing?"

Trunks froze, eyes tracing the symbols. "You're… Capsule Corp?" His voice softened, confusion replacing fury. "Then why ally with Gero and his androids?"

Renkai's grin widened. "You're not in your past, Trunks—this is a parallel world, mine. Things here? Different. I don't exist in your timeline, do I?" He leaned in, letting the implications sink.

Trunks fell silent, jaw tight, processing. His mother's briefing—Goku as Earth's lone Super Saiyan—clashed with this reality's titans. "A parallel world…" he murmured, tension easing. "My history's irrelevant here."

"Exactly," Renkai said. "First meeting, by the way—I'm Renkai, human and Shenron, security director of Capsule Corp, and Bulma's husband." He flashed a wicked smile, anticipating the fallout.

Trunks' face twisted—shock, disbelief, a flicker of grief. "Mom's not with Dad here…" His voice cracked, then steadied, excitement flaring. "You're a Shenron?! Gohan—everyone—they can live again!" Tears brimmed, hope clawing through despair.

"I feel you," Renkai replied, tone softening. "I can grant that wish, but spacetime's a wall. I'd need to hit your world to revive Gohan and the rest."

Trunks bowed deep, sword clattering to the dirt. "Thank you, Mr. Renkai! And… Goku's here, right?"

"My little brother—security team ace," Renkai nodded.

Trunks fumbled a vial from his coat. "This heart medicine—for Uncle Goku. Mom said—"

"No need," Renkai cut in. "Wished his heart fixed years ago—good as new."

Relief washed over Trunks, the vial slipping back into his pocket. He hesitated, then ventured, "You're tight with Dr. Gero? Siru's as strong as my world's Androids 17 and 18—maybe stronger."

Renkai chuckled. "Old pals. I bankrolled Gero's work—Siru's my gift to his lab, built from my materials." Siru's tail flicked, a smug glint in his compound eyes.

"Enviable," Trunks said, voice low. He didn't spill his future's horrors—17 and 18's rampage, Gohan's death. No point; this Gero, tied to Renkai, wouldn't mirror that madness.

"Why'd Gero spare Goku, though?" Trunks pressed, curiosity piqued. "He crushed the Red Ribbon in my world."

"Not here," Renkai said, leaning back. "Tao Pai Pai did it—snatched the Dragon Balls from Black to summon me. After I granted his wish, he tried to kill me. I ended him instead." His grin turned sharp, a predator's edge.

Trunks' fist met palm, clarity dawning. "That explains it!" His gaze shifted to Siru, then back. "Can Gero make me a controller for 17 and 18? In my world, they're monsters—murdered everyone." His voice trembled, memories raw.

Renkai's eyes gleamed, clapping Siru's shoulder. "No need to bug Gero. Take Siru back with you—he's their natural enemy. 500 million trumps their chaos any day."

Trunks stared, hope warring with disbelief. Siru's power dwarfed his nightmares—a weapon against his demons. The plain stretched silent around them, Earth's fate tilting as past and future collided.

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