The Dread Saiyan remained still, his expression unchanged.
"It is better you discover for yourself. Your minds are not ready for the exact truth..."
He gestured to the throne.
"I have guided your vision here, albeit, it was harder to direct for those who did not take their first steps. But the resonation of your power...your thoughts and wishes projected outwards through your source of power...have created an effect you may not have understood."
The Dread Saiyan dropped his arm, the scene around the warriors suddenly unfreezing. Arcann's one eye narrowed, the blue holoimage in front of him transitioning into the lone image of Vegetto Jr.'s face, nearly an identical copy of his father's.
Gogeta's eyes widened slightly, watching on as the scene before them suddenly froze once again.
"Junior."
The Dread Saiyan nodded.
"You managed to do what took me years to accomplish: to transcend reality and emit a level of energy beyond a physical means. Telepathy...except the message being more than just words, thoughts, or ideals. You sent out your very essence, crying for a way out. For it to be heard by one of the last Z-Fighters in this universe, far from the depths of Zakuul."
He crossed his arms behind his back.
"Yet you still have much to learn. Mastery over the unknown took years, if not decades, for my ascension. Extensive power will be your edge, but in truth, your ability to create such a ripple in the universe was only done through your combined might. Despite a couple of your fellow followers refusing to listen to my advice."
