F-kid fell silent for a moment after hearing that, then began spewing colorful language.
[S.H.I.T! You **ing Grandet @%*￥#&...]
Listening to the beautiful language pouring from F-kid's honeyed little mouth, a certain unscrupulous scumbag of a main body unilaterally cut off their mental link, forcibly taking his overly outspoken Stand offline.
"Josen, why are you here all by yourself?"
Footsteps sounded behind him. Josen took off his sunglasses and saw Son Goku approaching with a grin, a large handful of grilled skewers in his hand.
He crouched beside Josen's beach chair and asked with concern, "Is the food not to your taste?"
"No, Bulma's barbecue is delicious. Thanks."
As they spoke, Son Goku offered him a handful of grilled skewers. Josen sat up to take them, took a bite, and said, "My Psychic Powers made a little progress, so I needed some space to myself."
"Huh?" Son Goku was startled. He blinked and said, "Then I didn't interrupt you, did I?" Josen smiled and shook his head. "Of course not."
"That's good, that's good."
Son Goku plopped down cross-legged beside Josen and breathed a sigh of relief.
After chatting for a while, Son Goku's expression grew serious as he got down to business. "To be honest, I'm not very confident about the Saiyan invasion a year from now."
"Hmm?"
Josen glanced at everyone having fun at the party and said, "Because you feel the gap is too big, right?"
"Yes," Son Goku said gravely. "I have a feeling that even if Earth's warriors give it everything they've got, when the time comes..."
Son Goku did not continue. With his current perspective, he could fully foresee certain things.
Earthlings' upper limit was roughly at the level of Master Roshi in his prime. Without some outside help, there was no way they