Red-haired Divine Official

"Kakarot, take me to the place closest to the battlefield." Vegeta endured the intense pressure, veins bulging on his forehead as he clenched his fists tightly, filled with powerful resentment.

Trunks hurriedly stopped him. "Dad, it's too dangerous there."

"Shut up!" Vegeta snapped furiously. "Have all of you lost the fighting spirit of the Saiyans? Peace on Earth has made you mediocre. At this rate, in a few decades, don't expect any of you to be able to protect your own home."

Son Goku and Vegeta were both in their fifties or sixties. Though Saiyans retained their youth longer, their lifespans were not much longer than those of ordinary Earthlings. In a few years, their strength would likely begin to decline. Looking at Trunks, Gohan, and the others now, the next generation seemed incapable of living up to expectations.

Xiao Fang's generation had fighting spirit, but their bloodline was too diluted, so their achievements would not be especially great. If this continued, once Son Goku's generation grew old, Earth would return to the state it had been in decades ago.

Vegeta's words were born of frustration at Trunks and the others for failing to meet expectations, and his disappointment was unmistakable.

After being harshly rebuked by Vegeta, Trunks lowered his head in shame.

Glancing helplessly at Gohan and the others, Son Goku sighed, then grabbed Vegeta and used Instant Transmission to reach the battlefield near Shepherd God Palace.

Son Goten stared at the place where Son Goku and Vegeta had vanished. "Dad will be in danger if he goes there now!"

Gohan patted Son Goten on the shoulder. "Have faith in Father. They can definitely handle it."

Bulma could no longer stand it and berated Gohan and the others. "At a time like this, you're still thinking about relying on