Saiyans adopted by Thanos

"Run away!"

Trunks, who drew his long sword, protected his mother Bulma behind him, took a deep breath and got ready for battle.

"escape?"

"Tonight, none of you can escape."

The corner of No. 17's mouth raised a curve symbolizing cruelty. She was about to tackle the annoying mouse in front of her, but suddenly noticed something wrong.

"Ok?"

Trunks and No.17 raised their heads together, looking at the night sky full of stars with doubts.

An extremely unfamiliar and powerful air is approaching gradually???

"That is…………"

"What Vegeta said before, Vegeta's escape pod?"

Bulma, who had seen the Saiyan escape pod, looked at the familiar object that had torn the void, and couldn't help exclaiming.

"But, how could..."

"Isn't Vegeta already destroyed by Frieza?!"

As soon as Bulma's exclaimed voice fell, the "escape pod" in the air seemed to have responded, and it quickly landed in the middle of the battlefield facing Trunks on the 17th.

Kaka...

The old hatch was opened, and a figure in a loose black combat suit floated out of it.

The cold and indifferent gaze began on the 17th of the nearest android, and looked at the strange world in front of him.

"Woz?"

"His Royal Highness Beckett, it is a pity that the cost of breaking through the barriers of the multiverse far exceeds Woz's budget, so we have to stay in this universe temporarily."

"However, please believe me. According to calculations, the coordinates of this universe are extremely close to the coordinates of the universe you left that year."

"Moreover, the woman over there just said Frieza's name after seeing your escape pod back then."

Beside the azure blue Doraemon projection, he introduced Beckett to the situation.

However, the universal lingua franca from the Marvel Universe fell in Bulma's ears, which surprised him obviously.

English?

[This is the Saiyan who fell to the United States back then?

"She, knows Frieza?"

When Beckett heard this, his eyes fell on Bulma.

"who are you?!"

Trunks squeezed the long sword in his hand, and Beckett's eyes were taken aback by the flying blond hair.

"Super, Saiyan?"

The man who killed Frieza was called Monkey King

Beckett was surprised.

It was a real accident.

For a long time, he thought he was the last lone seed of the Saiyan race, but he did not expect to see a new Saiyan other than himself in a universe near his original cosmic coordinates.

"Please pay attention to your tone, stranger."

As the only horse that Beckett brought with him for revenge on this trip, Woz stretched out his round little hand to Trunks and put up an indication that he must not disrespect Beckett.

"who are you?"

The neglected cyborg No.17 frowned, feeling very upset.

Had it not been for the mysterious and powerful feeling Beckett had given him, he would have slapped him.

"The same is true for you. Please pay attention to your attitude towards His Royal Highness Beckett." Woz, who was facing Trunks, turned around, and pointed the finger at the humanoid No. 17, whose face was gloomy in a moment.

"Do you want to die?"

No.17 squinted her eyes, killing intent in her heart.

The last person who dared to speak to him in this tone was Vegeta, and he died later.

It is true that Beckett feels very mysterious and powerful.

But No. 17 doesn't think he can't kill him.

It's just a lot of wasteful effort at best, the big deal is to shake people, shake the 18th.Plus, if the 18th doesn't work, then continue to shake people, there are too many artificial people.

"Your Royal Highness Beckett, the scan result of this man is very strange."

"From the information available, he seems to be a reformer."

"Some parts of his body have been transformed into mechanical parts, and there is also an energy furnace in his body that seems to be able to continuously provide active energy."

After squinting at the impolite number 17, Woz turned his head and touched his physical condition.

"Remove people?"

Beckett's indifferent eyes made No.17 very upset.

It's like a god who is aloof and able to decide life and death in just a few words.

No. 17 hates this feeling.

Obviously he should be a hunter.

"It's just a failed product." For No. 17, Beckett chose to ignore it.It's not that he has never seen a reformer, let alone a distant one, isn't his former sister Nebula a real reformer.

His goal, from beginning to end, was only one............

"Frieza, where is it?" Beckett, who completely exposed his back in front of No. 17's eyes, turned his gaze to the anxious Bulma.

"Frieza?"

"you sure?"