Frieza Descends

Frieza descended upon the Future Timeline. On the emerald-green lawn of the World of the Supreme Kai.

A gentle breeze brushed across this sacred land.

Sun Wuxiu, the Supreme Kai, and the others were quietly waiting there.

They were all awaiting the arrival of Beerus, the God of Destruction.

Yet during this lull, quite a show was unfolding elsewhere.

Vegeta stood with his arms tightly crossed over his chest.

His face was dark as he stared at Trunks before him with a gaze as sharp as a blade.

This was a stern interrogation from an old father.

Vegeta gritted his teeth and questioned him word by word.

"Trunks, explain yourself properly."

"Why did you never tell me that Kaxiu had come to this timeline before?"

"And something as important as a terrifying enemy appearing in the future."

"As my son, you actually joined them in keeping it from me."

Faced with his father's barrage of oppressive questions.

Trunks was already drenched in sweat, his back soaked through.

He swallowed hard and stammered out an explanation.

"Dad, you really can't blame all of this on me."

"Because you locked yourself in the Gravity Chamber every day and trained like crazy."

"You never even stepped out the door."

"I tried several times to find a chance to tell you, but there was never a suitable moment."

Hearing that barely passable excuse, Vegeta snorted coldly.

He was clearly far from satisfied with that answer.

But in truth, Trunks harbored a deeper concern.

That was merely the surface reason.

The deeper reason was that Trunks understood perfectly well.

He knew exactly how extreme his father's proud Saiyan pride was.

If his father learned too early that Son Goku, Sun Wuxiu, and the others.

Had long since surpassed the mere realm of Super Saiyan 4.