"Never mind whether you can defeat Frieza and change the fate of our people's extermination... You really believe I can do it? And when you return to this time and space to meet us and stop our people from being wiped out, don't you want to become the king of the Saiyans after succeeding? I know you must possess unimaginable strength now, far beyond anything I can picture. Otherwise, you wouldn't have traveled here from the future." Bardock hesitated for a moment before speaking.
It was indeed tempting. To say he had no ambition would be impossible.
If he had no ambition, he would not have desperately pushed himself to grow stronger, nor would he have continuously fought for achievements.
Other Saiyans, after achieving even a little success and saving up enough, would choose to lie low and enjoy themselves for a while. He had never done that.
Now that things had come to this, he also understood that if the Saiyan race did not change, then just as Kairos had said, even if they escaped this disaster with Frieza, they would eventually be targeted by something even more terrifying.
He had begun entertaining such thoughts because, over the past year or two, everything he had seen and heard had indirectly conveyed the same message to him: the Saiyans were merely a blade in Frieza's hand, and sooner or later, they would be discarded for no longer being useful.
Moreover, not long ago on Planet Kanassa, he had been wounded by the Kanassans' Magic Illusion Fist. Since then, he had indeed occasionally seen images that seemed to come from the future.
That prophecy—that the Saiyan race would someday become ants as well, following in the Kanassans' footsteps toward extermination—was like a curse!
"I don't belong to this time and space.