Taking Vegeta to Grind Passives

He had not sensed the approach of any energy signature at all! If the two people before him had intended to kill him, he would likely be a corpse by now.

As Vegeta's gaze swept over Trunks's face, he felt a vague sense of familiarity with the purple-haired youth's features, yet he could not place where he had seen them before. It was not until his eyes landed on Son Gohan—or, more accurately, on the brown, furry object wrapped around Son Gohan's waist—that his pupils instantly constricted to the size of pinpricks.

"A tail?!"

Vegeta was struck with sudden, utter shock. He pointed at Son Gohan's waist, his voice turning shrill from extreme astonishment: "Who on earth are you people? Aside from Kakarot, Lin Fan, and myself, how could there possibly be any other pure-blooded Saiyan survivors!"

Trunks looked at his father, who was in such a disheveled state, and felt a pang of heartache. Subconsciously, he started to speak: "Fa..."

A hand blocked his chest.

Son Gohan stopped him and gave him a stern look.

Trunks gritted his teeth and swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

Son Gohan stepped forward, looking at the wary Vegeta, his tone calm and devoid of any ripples.

"Who we are is not important," Son Gohan said, looking at him. "What matters is, do you want to become stronger?"

Vegeta sneered, just about to mock them.

Whoosh!

Son Gohan's figure vanished from his spot without any warning.

Vegeta did not even catch a blur; his brain had not yet managed to send a command to his body to dodge before he felt his right shoulder sink violently.

A palm had already landed on his shoulder.

At the same time, a trace of terrifying energy, extremely restrained yet as heavy as a collapsing star, forced its way into his body through that palm.

Vegeta's blood froze solid in that instant.

Cold sweat drenched his back like a waterfall. He widened his eyes, mouth agape, but could not emit a single sound. He could clearly feel a boundless, terrifying, and exaggerated pressure, as if he were facing the entire galaxy.

The gap was too vast.

So vast that he could not even conceive of the thought of resisting.

"How... is this possible..." Vegeta muttered blankly, his eyes filled with incomprehensible shock and fear.

Vegeta remained frozen in place, the hand on his right shoulder feeling as heavy as a thousand tons. The overwhelming fear made even breathing an arduous task.

Son Gohan withdrew his hand, and that crushing, terrifying energy vanished without a trace.

"Do you want to become stronger?" Son Gohan looked at the gasping Vegeta, his tone indifferent. "We can help you. The condition is simple: tell me every detail about the current situation on Earth, especially regarding that 'Lin Fan' you just shouted about, without leaving a single word out."

Vegeta gritted his teeth, staring at these two unfathomable strangers. Saiyan pride made him want to refuse, but his extreme thirst for power and his deep-seated hatred for the guy named Lin Fan ultimately overcame his self-respect.

He took a deep breath and laid out the sequence of events.

The timeline was exactly as Son Gohan had expected; the Battle of Namek had only just concluded. But the plot had been completely distorted.

Son Goku, who should have awakened as a Super Saiyan on Namek to defeat Frieza, had been completely overshadowed. A Saiyan named Lin Fan had appeared out of thin air, not only beating him to the Super Saiyan transformation and blasting Frieza to smithereens, but even pinning everyone, including Vegeta, to the ground and humiliating them severely.

Upon learning everything, Trunks was incensed. He had not expected his father and the others to be humiliated like this and nearly could not hold back from seeking justice for them.

Son Gohan, meanwhile, was calculating rapidly in his mind.

The root cause of the world's deviation, as mentioned by Popo, was undoubtedly this Lin Fan.

This guy was a transmigrator who knew the plot. The Original Dragon Balls were likely related to him, or perhaps they were even the manifestation of some cheat or system he relied on for survival.

But some cheats were extremely unreasonable. It would not be a wise choice to charge in blindly without first figuring out the specifics of Lin Fan's background.

He would hide for now and use Vegeta to test the depth of Lin Fan's strength.

"From now on, you must never reveal our existence to anyone," Son Gohan stared at Vegeta. "In exchange, we will give you the power to crush Lin Fan with your own hands."

Over the next few days, Son Gohan and Trunks were in no rush to find the other Z Fighters. They first took a trip to a nearby city.

Trunks found a random barren mountain, blasted open the crust with a single punch, and dug out several pieces of high-purity natural gold to exchange for a large amount of cash. The two bought a batch of daily supplies, as well as two black hooded cloaks sufficient to conceal their figures and facial features.

West City, Capsule Corporation headquarters.

Bulma's extremely luxurious, oversized living room was filled with a nauseating, decadent atmosphere.

A man with a spiky, flamboyant hairstyle that looked remarkably like Vegito lounged arrogantly on an oversized leather sofa. This was Lin Fan.

Lin Fan held Bulma tightly in his arms, his hands wandering over her body in a highly inappropriate manner. Far from resisting, Bulma leaned against his chest with a flushed face and dazed eyes, like a docile cat.

It was not just Bulma.

Beside the sofa, Mai, dressed in an extremely revealing maid outfit, knelt on the floor, carefully peeling grapes and feeding them into Lin Fan's mouth. On the other side, the hot-tempered blonde Launch was currently behaving with absolute docility, diligently kneading Lin Fan's shoulders.

Even Bulma's mother stood to the side, holding a glass of red wine, her eyes filled with undisguised fanaticism and adoration as she looked at Lin Fan.

"Lord Lin Fan, is the pressure okay?" Launch asked in a sugary voice.

"It's passable." Lin Fan chewed on a grape and squeezed Bulma's waist firmly, drawing a soft cry from her.

Lin Fan thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of being high above everyone else.

After transmigrating into this world, he had awakened the Invincible Snatch System; as long as he seized the opportunities and women of the original protagonists, he would receive generous rewards. Not only had he snatched Son Goku's Super Saiyan debut on Namek, but he had also used the "Absolute Submission Aura" redeemed from the system to forcibly brainwash these female characters.

"Saiyan Prince, Universe Savior, whatever." Lin Fan sneered, his eyes full of contempt. "In this world, only I, Lin Fan, am the one true god. I do whatever I want, and I take whoever I want!"

Bulma tilted her head back, her face full of infatuation. "Lord Lin Fan is the greatest; how could those pieces of trash even be mentioned in the same breath as you?"

Lin Fan burst into loud laughter, the sound grating and harsh within the empty living room.

Desolate Valley.

Gale-force winds whipped up gravel from the ground, pelting Vegeta's sweat-drenched back.

For the past few days, this valley had become Vegeta's purgatory. Son Gohan and Trunks had been exploiting the Saiyan trait of gaining a massive surge in combat power after recovering from the brink of death to help him frantically refresh his strength.

"Get ready." Trunks stood ten paces away, raising his right hand as a blinding golden light ignited at the tip of his index finger.

Vegeta was shirtless, his muscles tensed to the limit, his eyes bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Trunks's finger.

"Enough talk! Do it!"

Pfft!

A razor-thin golden beam instantly pierced through the right side of Vegeta's chest. Blood sprayed wildly, and the smell of charred flesh filled the air.

Vegeta let out a shrill, miserable scream and dropped heavily to one knee, the intense pain twisting his features completely. Yet, he did not hesitate for a second, decisively chewing the Senzu Bean he had been holding in his mouth and swallowing it with force.

The fatal puncture wound in his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Vegeta stood up, gasping for air as he felt the ki surging within his body.

"It's no use." Trunks looked at Vegeta and shook his head. "The increase in your ki this time is negligible. Your potential for the short term has been completely tapped out."

Son Gohan nodded from the side. "Let's stop. There's no point in continuing to grind."

Eighty-eight Senzu Beans had been consumed over the past few days.

In exchange, Vegeta's base combat power had skyrocketed.