Bloodline Secrets, Fleets Press the Frontier

The question struck like a thunderclap against his ears. Lin Chen's surging aura faltered, and his mind trembled violently.

He stood in the center of the devastated battlefield, his unhealed wounds still throbbing with pain. The immense power granted by the Super Saiyan Prototype form continued to flow through his limbs, yet the words echoing in his ears caused every belief he held about his own bloodline to crumble.

Having transmigrated into the Dragon Ball world, been born on the verge of Planet Vegeta's destruction, and drifted until finally settling on Earth, he had always known he was a half-breed Saiyan. His soul carried the fundamental essence of Earth, and his bloodline had undergone a strange mutation, granting him potential far exceeding that of his kin. Yet, he had never imagined that buried deep within his bloodline lay long-sealed secrets concerning the fate of the entire Saiyan race.

Above the clouds, the Full Power Super Saiyan with golden hair and emerald eyes looked down silently. His golden locks drifted gently with the high-altitude currents. No emotion could be read in his green eyes; only a profound, unfathomable gaze remained locked onto Lin Chen, as if it could pierce through skin, flesh, and bone to stare directly at the ancient bloodline essence flowing through his veins.

Gilos felt a jolt at these words, his previously tense, ready-to-strike posture subconsciously slackening. As a trusted elite guard of the Frieza Force, he knew more about the ancient secrets of the Saiyans than the average cosmic warrior. This race was born with a warlike and violent nature, with complex bloodline branches. In the past, they had produced supreme powerhouses capable of shaking the foundations of the universe, but as time passed, most of these secrets had been buried in the fires of interstellar war.

On the distant horizon, the dense, silver dots of the fleet continued to approach. A cold, metallic chill pressed down through the atmosphere, and the air pressure over the entire mountain range grew increasingly heavy. The reinforcements were arriving at full speed; it would not be long before the entire land was completely blockaded by Frieza's warships.

Hiding to the side, Little Goku blinked his naive eyes, unable to grasp the hidden meaning behind their words, though he instinctively sensed the atmosphere growing increasingly grave. Bulma also abandoned her lingering hope, gripping her portable scanner tightly as her gaze darted between the three factions in the sky, her nerves stretched to the breaking point.

"What do you mean by that, Senior?" Lin Chen suppressed the astonishment surging in his heart, steadied his chaotic thoughts, and asked in a deep voice.

He dared not blindly trust the other party. This Super Saiyan before him was of unknown origin, and his stance remained ambiguous. Previously, the man had merely watched the battle with cold indifference, offering no aid. Now, to suddenly reveal such bloodline secrets—his motives were truly difficult to fathom. Whether it was a well-intentioned hint, a deliberate test, or some hidden scheme, it was impossible to judge.

The Super Saiyan in the sky slowly descended, retracting most of his golden aura, and hovered steadily a few dozen meters above the ground, facing Lin Chen from a distance. A massive yet non-violent pressure spread out; he displayed neither hostility nor friendliness, his demeanor distant and scrutinizing.

"Millions of Saiyans were born on Planet Vegeta. Pure-blooded warriors are born to be combative, with conquest and slaughter as their survival instinct. Their bloodline paths were solidified long ago."

His cold, clear voice drifted down, every word ringing distinctly in everyone's ears.

"But you are different. Your soul resides in an alien body, and your bloodline has mutated continuously through desperate escapes, leaping out of the shackles inherent to your race. Ordinary Saiyans only know how to fight to the death and train until they fall on the battlefield, never knowing that the source of their bloodline was never meant to be a tool for cosmic slaughter."

This statement overturned the knowledge passed down through generations of Saiyans. Beside them, Gilos's expression turned ugly. Frieza had controlled the Saiyan race for years by exploiting their warlike nature, driving them to conquer and plunder to solidify his status as the overlord of the universe. If the Saiyans learned the truth about their bloodline, the heart of the race would inevitably be shaken—a development that would be far from beneficial for the Emperor's rule.

Lin Chen frowned slightly, his mind racing through the various miracles he had experienced. He could rapidly heal wounds when near death, break through his limits easily in desperate situations, and unlock the Super Saiyan seal that others found untouchable. Initially, he had attributed these traits to mutations caused by his soul's transmigration, but now it seemed the matter was far more complex than he had imagined.

"In the ancient era of the Saiyan race, more than one peak powerhouse was born, roaming the star seas unrivaled," the golden-haired Saiyan said in a flat tone, recounting the dusty past. "Back then, the race was prosperous and held vast territories. They would never have bowed to another's command, nor would they have become blades of war for others to wield."

"But such strength invited covetousness. A series of brutal wars broke out, and with the combined siege of powerful external enemies, their glory fell. The remaining bloodline continued to divide and weaken. Generation after generation, the former glory vanished, leaving only the instinct for battle branded deep within the blood."

Lin Chen listened quietly, his heart surging with waves of emotion.

He had personally experienced the tragic destruction of Planet Vegeta, witnessed his fellow warriors fight to the death only to meet their inevitable end, and seen Frieza standing high above, casually toying with the lives of Saiyans. If the race had truly possessed such a glorious past, their current decline and misery were truly lamentable.

"Your mutated half-breed bloodline happens to align with the essence of those ancient ancestors," the Super Saiyan looked at Lin Chen with burning eyes. "This is the fundamental reason why you can repeatedly break your limits in desperate situations and easily touch the threshold of a Super Saiyan. Your potential is far beyond the shallow level of your current 5,200 battle power."

The words struck at his core secret. Lin Chen's vigilance did not relax in the slightest. The other party had seen through his battle power foundation and bloodline traits at a glance; his strength and insight far exceeded his own. For such a powerhouse to suddenly reveal these secrets, he surely wanted something in return.

"I wonder, Senior, what is your purpose in appearing here and specifically telling me these old stories?" Lin Chen stopped beating around the bush and asked directly.

The current situation was fraught with crisis. The enemy fleet in the distance was closing in step by step, and Gilos and the remaining warriors were watching like tigers stalking their prey. There was no time for idle chatter about the past. Rather than guessing wildly, it was better to ascertain the other party's true intentions.

Gilos, hovering in mid-air, could no longer restrain himself. He stepped forward, his black Nether energy faintly swirling, and spoke in a deep voice: "Regardless of what secrets your Saiyan race may have, today's cleanup mission must be completed. This person has killed many of our soldiers and offended the majesty of Emperor Frieza; he must not be allowed to leave."

He knew that if he allowed the two to continue talking, there was no guarantee this powerful Super Saiyan wouldn't completely side with Lin Chen. By then, even if his reinforcements arrived, taking down the target would be even harder. It was better to interrupt the conversation early and pull the situation back on track.

Two surviving Frieza elite soldiers immediately closed in, their armor clinking as they moved. Their eyes were fierce, locked onto Lin Chen, waiting for their captain to give the order to attack. The atmosphere in the forest tightened once more, the spark of war ready to ignite at any second.

The golden-haired Super Saiyan glanced at Gilos. That single look was enough to make the man's aura weaken involuntarily, his gathering Nether Killing Art stuttering for a brief moment.

"Frieza rules a corner of the universe and dares to try and control the life and death of all other races. He is far too arrogant."

His tone carried undisguised disdain. He then shifted his gaze back to Lin Chen, his tone becoming more solemn: "I came to this remote planet for two reasons: first, I sensed the awakening of an ancient Saiyan bloodline and came to verify it; second, I knew Frieza's army was launching a massive siege, and this planet was about to face total annihilation."

Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat: "Does Senior intend to protect the Earth?"

"Protection is not the word," the man shook his head slightly, his short golden hair swaying in the current. "The fate of a race must be fought for by itself. Others can only point the way; they cannot escort you through the entire journey. I will not forcibly clear all your enemies, but I can temporarily hold back and obstruct the Frieza Force, giving you time to grow and transform."

This response was beyond Lin Chen's expectations. It was neither hostile suppression nor total intervention, but a choice to act as a buffer, returning the initiative for resistance and breakthrough to him.

Upon hearing this, Bulma felt her heart settle slightly. As long as this top-tier powerhouse did not turn against them, Earth had an extra layer of protection, preventing it from being instantly slaughtered by the enemy. Little Goku's eyes lit up, instinctively feeling that this powerful Saiyan senior was as trustworthy as Lin Chen.

Gilos's expression grew increasingly grim. The other party was clearly intent on shielding Lin Chen, making it incredibly difficult to kill him today. However, the follow-up fleet would arrive momentarily, and their numbers would swell instantly. Even against a Full Power Super Saiyan, they would have the capital to fight head-on.

"Since Senior insists on interfering, then we shall have to decide the outcome on the battlefield," Gilos gritted his teeth, his black mist growing thicker, his killing intent fully exposed.

Just as the standoff between the two sides reached a breaking point, the silver fleet at the edge of the horizon came into clear view. Giant, cold-looking warships were arranged in a neat assault formation, densely covering a portion of the sky. Their cold cannons were all aimed at the forest below, and a chilling pressure blanketed the entire land.

The scale of the fleet far exceeded the previous squad; at a rough glance, there were dozens of them, carrying an uncountable number of soldiers. Frieza had clearly made up his mind: he would spare no effort, even deploying a massive force, to completely eradicate the Saiyan remnants hiding on Earth.

"The reinforcements are here!" A glimmer of confidence flashed in Gilos's eyes, his tense body slowly relaxing.

With the main force in command, the situation had instantly reversed. Even with a Full Power Super Saiyan on the other side, facing such a massive fleet siege, it would be difficult to protect the entire area with ease.

Lin Chen looked up at the warships blotting out the sky, the heavy pressure in his heart intensifying. His own injuries had not fully healed, the Super Saiyan Prototype form had limited endurance, and he still had to protect Goku and Bulma. Now that the main enemy force was pressing down, the situation had become extremely perilous.

He silently circulated his remaining Near-Death Repair talent to accelerate the healing of his wounds, while simultaneously focusing on organizing his power, slowly stabilizing his restless and chaotic bloodline energy. Whether he had to fight alongside the stranger or face the enemy alone, he had to be in his best state to handle the crisis.

The golden-haired Super Saiyan looked up at the fleet spreading across the sky, his emerald eyes calm, showing no sign of panic. A massive golden aura slowly rose, accompanied by the crackling of tiny sparks of electricity. His formidable presence steadily resisted the pressure exerted by the fleet, not yielding an inch.

"A massive legion has come. It seems Frieza is determined to flatten this place."

He spoke to himself, then turned to look at Lin Chen, his words carrying deep meaning: "Inheritor of the mutated bloodline, this battle today is both a calamity and your opportunity. In the baptism of war, your hidden bloodline power will awaken further. But once awakened, what you face will no longer be just the pursuing army before you."

Lin Chen's heart sank, keenly capturing the hidden meaning in his words.

The enemy before him was merely a surface-level crisis. After his bloodline awakened, it seemed it would involve even more distant, more terrifying, and unknown troubles.

Before he could ponder the meaning further, the hatch of the lead giant flagship opened with a boom, and a cold voice, filled with violence and majesty, boomed across the heavens through a giant amplification device.

"Two mere Saiyan remnants dare to repeatedly provoke the majesty of the Empire. Today, this entire Earth shall become the graveyard where you are buried!"

As the roar fell, dozens of warships simultaneously lit up with the blinding light of energy cannons, their dense muzzles locking onto the ground.

At that moment, Lin Chen suddenly sensed that deep within his bloodline, an ancient consciousness that had been silent for ten thousand years was slowly awakening alongside the pressure of the cannon fire. A strange yet familiar, vast power was about to break through his bloodline shackles, but behind this power, it seemed there was a bundle of ancient, fated entanglements capable of overturning everything...