A Father's Love and a Son's Filial Piety Might Be Late, But They Would Never Be Absent

Beckett is a god, a god with immense power.

The Grand Minister did not want to wage war against him unless absolutely necessary.

Because Beckett is not only a god, he is also a representative of another power system.

If we were to rashly start a war with Beckett at this very moment, turmoil in all parallel universes would be inevitable, which is not what the Grand Minister wants to see.

Or rather, it's not worth it for a mere arrogant Frieza.

"You come from outside the Twelve Universes, and the cosmic imprint within you has changed."

"I think you yourself should know that there is no benefit in starting a war with us at this time, at this point in time."

"You might win, but you might also lose."

The mysterious and powerful Grand Minister had ample confidence to confront and negotiate with Beckett, and his self-assured demeanor made Beckett's eyes gleam with a cold, eager light.

"But I will not lose." Beckett grinned, a cruel and bloodthirsty smile creeping up his eyes, as he stared at the Grand Minister for a long time.

The surging energy startled all the Supreme Kai and Gods of Destruction in the Twelve Universes, who all turned their gazes toward the location of the Universe 7 and set off.

"Hey, what do you want to do?"

The voice, which sounded still immature to Beckett, instantly heightened his vigilance.

The moment the strange child who had always followed the Grand Minister met Beckett's gaze, the restless universe of the Twelve Universes instantly returned to calm.

This child?!

If the mysterious and unpredictable Grand Minister had the power to resist him, then Beckett was not surprised.

But this child who was following the Grand Minister...

"Let me introduce the most esteemed king in the entire universe— the Zeno."

The Grand Minister, with a gentle smile on his lips, was completely confident. The next second, an energy shield instantly enveloped him and the adorable Zeno.

Bang!

A dull thud rang out, and Beckett, who had launched the surprise attack, was shocked to find that his fist could not break through the defense that the Grand Minister had erected in an instant.

"Interesting."

Shaking his hands and rubbing his wrists, Beckett completely ignored Beerus and Whis, who were standing nervously to the side, and charged towards the Grand Minister again!

"It's no use, this is not your universe."

"If you're willing, I can play with you all day long."

"On the premise that you don't get tired of it."

The Grand Minister, who narrowly avoided Beckett's attacks with the slightest distance each time, moved with incredible agility, his offensive like a storm, overwhelming his opponent. Beckett's face grew increasingly grim.

When the Grand Minister is determined to play the stalling game, no one has been able to stop him so far.

Beerus and Whis, standing to the side, were completely stunned.

Knowing the exact power level of the Zeno and the Grand Minister, they simultaneously felt a sense of relief for the first time.

The relief of surviving a disaster.

Beckett's true strength is evident from his ability to overpower both the Zeno and the Grand Minister. While the Grand Minister's decision to simply stall without retaliating is partly to blame, this is still something no ordinary god could accomplish.

"So... so strong..."

"Those three people..."

"The power of those three people..."

On a distant, uninhabited celestial body, Son Goku, secretly peeking out and gazing at the distant battlefield, muttered to himself, his fighting cells already stirring within him.

Son Goku knew that it was a battle he couldn't intervene in at the moment, but his body still couldn't help wanting to get involved.

Go and fight these strong individuals, and then make yourself stronger.

With his way home blocked and his spaceship gone, Son Goku can only stay on this deserted celestial body for now, waiting for the battle ahead to end.

As a result, the warriors on Earth waited at the location designated by Trunks for a full day and night, but they still couldn't see Son Goku return.

"You bastard!"

The hot-tempered Vegeta could no longer contain himself. His typical delinquent hairstyle was a picture of fury, and his gloomy face made Trunks, who was sitting not far away from him, subconsciously stand up. "Maybe, maybe something is wrong."

"The butterfly effect, yes, the butterfly effect!"

Trunks racked his brains and finally came up with a word that fit the current situation.

Unfortunately, he didn't say it very strongly.

This undoubtedly ignited the frustration and anger within the Earth's warriors.

"Vegeta! Wait! You're no match for him!!!"

Furious that she had been tricked Bulma reached out and grabbed the Saiyan Prince who was walking past her.

The brief clash between Trunks and Vegeta was enough for Bulma to see the gap between the proud prince and Trunks.

It's even deeper than the Mariana Trench.

"Let go!"

Vegeta, who never learns from his mistakes, still showed some consideration for Bulma, his landlady, and simply turned aside, raised his hand, and coldly stared at Bulma who had stopped him.

"Vegeta, you—"

"I said, let go." Vegeta clenched his right fist, a murderous intent gradually rising in his cold eyes.

At this moment, he was still just a proud prince who only cared about when he could surpass Kakarot. The biggest concession he could make was to say a few words of letting go to an ordinary human woman.

If you don't let go, you will die.

The moment Bulma and Vegeta's eyes met, the former clearly understood the meaning behind that cold gaze.

"Ah!"

Lost in thought, Bulma felt a sudden dizziness, as if she had been forcefully slapped away by a huge, inescapable hand.

"Vegeta!!!"

Yamcha, who was closest to Bulma, didn't even have time to glare angrily at Vegeta, who had just dumped his girlfriend. His ki exploded, and he prepared to catch Bulma, who had been thrown away by Vegeta.

However, while he is fast, there are people who are even faster than him.

Trunks, now Super Saiyan, landed slowly in his arms, holding Bulma who had stopped screaming, right in front of Vegeta.

"...Eh?"

The young girl blinked her big eyes, staring blankly at the sharp-featured, cold-faced boy in front of her, with a trace of tears welling up in the corner of her eyes from fear.

"You've gone too far."

Trunks, his face cold, put Bulma down from his arms, his previous impression of his father shattered completely.

Cold-blooded, inexplicably proud, unreasonable, and easily angered.

Knowing full well that he was no match for them, he still refused to listen to advice.

[Hmm? Why is he reacting so strongly to Vegeta throwing Bulma?]

Piccolo, whose intelligence hadn't yet declined due to being a babysitter for too long, looked at Trunks and Bulma thoughtfully.

"Enough with the nonsense!"

"You—"

Bang!

The desolate land, which had been peaceful for a day and a night, was shattered by the trail Vegeta left as he slid across the ground.

As the dust settled, Trunks landed slowly, sheathed his longsword, and turned to leave.

The unconscious Vegeta was left embedded in the cracked stone wall, unable to move...

"Son Goku probably hasn't returned yet due to the butterfly effect. This is a special medicine my mother prepared for Son Goku. Keep it safe and give it to him when Son Goku comes back."

Trunks tossed the special medicine from his pocket to a bewildered Bulma.

"Huh?! Where are you going?" Bulma hurriedly took the box containing the special medicine, her worried gaze sweeping over Vegeta embedded in the stone wall before she asked anxiously.

"Go and check where the problem is."

"Believe me, I'm not lying to you." Trunks stopped and turned to look back.

The wind tousled her flowing black hair, and her sincere gaze subtly touched Bulma's heart.

It was a very strange feeling.

"Hello!"

Krillin tried to stop Trunks from leaving, but Piccolo stopped him, saying, "I'll handle him. You take care of settling that guy in."

Piccolo, having painstakingly pieced together a clue from the few available leads, had barely finished speaking when he flew off in the direction Trunks had gone.

"What?! Piccolo!!!"

Krillin reached out and touched his smooth forehead, completely baffled.

Where does Piccolo get the confidence to take down a Super Saiyan?

I just got back from a trip to Foshan, and I feel like I'm about to lose my job, sob sob (┯_┯)

The number of new asymptomatic cases in Guangzhou is rising again; it's toxic (Д`).