Beerus and Whis exchanged a glance before leaning back in their chairs, watching Raditz approach them.
Raditz imdiately grew nervous.
In truth, Vegeta had long since told him who these two gods really were.
"If you have sothing to say, then say it," Gran said calmly, slightly raising his head.
Raditz stopped looking at Beerus and Whis and cautiously spoke:
"Gran… Lord Gran… may I ask you sothing?"
After thinking it over, he realized Gran's status was no longer what it used to be.
He couldn't casually address him the sa way as before.
Gran didn't care about the change in how Raditz addressed him. He casually wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.
"Go ahead."
"I want to ask… how can one transform into a Super Saiyan?" Raditz asked with forced courage.
Back then, both he and Vegeta had witnessed Gran's transformation with their own eyes.
That was why, after being defeated by Frieza, they began obsessing over the legendary Super Saiyan state.
Only by becoming a Super Saiyan like Gran could they ever hope to defeat Frieza—the eternal enemy of the Saiyan race.
"How to beco a Super Saiyan?"
Gran rose from his chair and stood upright.
In the next instant.
His hair suddenly turned golden.
Raditz's eyes widened imdiately.
"Yes! That's it! Exactly that!"
Tights was also stunned.
Lord Gran's hair could actually change into such a color?
And honestly…
It looked surprisingly good.
"But…"
Raditz suddenly grew confused again.
Back when Gran transford into a Super Saiyan, his aura had been overwhelmingly terrifying.
But now, Gran's transformation felt strangely calm, almost ordinary.
Gran roughly guessed what Raditz was thinking but didn't bother explaining.
He simply shook his head.
"You're too weak. With your current strength, becoming a Super Saiyan is impossible."
Raditz only had a battle power of 500,000.
He was still far from the three-million threshold.
"Ah…"
Disappointnt imdiately filled Raditz's face.
Then he suddenly thought of sothing else.
"What about Vegeta and Nappa?"
"Them?"
Gran curled his lips dismissively.
"Why do you care about them? Instead of worrying about others, you'd be better off focusing on your own training."
After saying that, Gran ignored Raditz completely and returned to the courtyard with Beerus and Whis, lying back down on the beach chairs.
"Raditz, you're seriously brave. I thought Lord Gran was going to kill you," Tights said as she let out a heavy sigh of relief after Gran left the dining hall.
"He wouldn't."
Raditz smiled lightly.
"The one he has a grudge against is Vegeta, not . He won't do anything to ."
Even though he hadn't learned how to beco a Super Saiyan from Gran, Raditz was still in a good mood.
"From how things look now, Lord Gran has probably already let go of what happened with Vegeta."
Back when Vegeta knelt, Raditz had been utterly shocked to the core.
After all, Vegeta valued his pride more than his own life.
Even if he died, he would never allow anyone to trample on his dignity.
At the ti, Raditz had inwardly sighed in disbelief.
The two choices Gran gave Vegeta were practically a perfect death sentence.
With Vegeta's personality, there was no way he would ever bow his head to Gran.
Under those circumstances, Vegeta should have had only one option—
Death.
Death to preserve that absurd pride of his.
Yet in the end…
Vegeta still knelt.
Raditz glanced at Tights beside him.
It was because of this woman that the proud Saiyan Prince had chosen to kneel.
And because of that kneeling…
Gran had ultimately spared Vegeta's life.
anwhile, on the other side.
Bulma had rushed ho anxiously, worried that Vegeta and the others recovering at her house would anger Gran.
But to her surprise, Gran showed no reaction whatsoever.
Bulma finally relaxed.
Walking over carefully, she asked:
"Gran, when you said Piccolo could still be saved… did you an by going to Nak?"
"Mhm."
"So it really was that!"
Bulma revealed an "as expected" expression.
Her reaction imdiately drew Beerus' curiosity.
So Bulma began explaining the events of Nak from the future tiline.
After hearing everything—
Beerus looked astonished.
"So much has already changed, yet history is still moving toward the sa trajectory as that other tiline?"
"It's because of historical correction," Whis explained.
He picked up a teacup from the nearby table and took a sip.
"When soone interferes with ti, parallel tilines are born. But the original flow of history across those tilines is usually very similar. Even if deviations occur, sothing called 'historical correction' will naturally adjust things back onto the proper course."
"Huh?"
Bulma stared in shock.
"What kind of power is this historical correction? How can it be so incredible?"
"It's not really a power," Gran said lazily from his beach chair, his eyes half-closed.
"Nor is it so technique created by a person."
He paused briefly before continuing:
"To put it simply, imagine soone planting a fruit tree. After enough ti and nurturing, that tree will eventually bear the kind of fruit it was ant to produce."
"The history of spaceti can be understood the sa way."
"As long as nobody interferes too drastically, that tree will eventually bear fruit regardless."
"Though whether the fruit turns out sweet or sour…"
"That part is impossible to predict."
The mont Gran finished speaking, Beerus' eyes widened.
How did this guy understand things so thoroughly?
anwhile, Whis revealed a aningful smile.
After comprehending the power of spaceti…
It seed Gran had truly begun to understand many things.
END OF CHAPTER
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