Resurrection?
Sarada seemed to bend toward the course of least resistance, presuming that the Dragonballs would always be there to suit her needs. A swift enactment of will would grant safe passage from - perish the thought - failure. That the produce of one world remained to serve these ambitions alone.
Having a wish granted first-hand may have blunted her sense of scope. Carelessness in battle...
After all she had seen, and all she had said, this seemed an oddly glib dismissal as Sarada slipped his question. Certainly Ochazuke had found the answer wanting, and his slow blink showed as much.
"I know little more of the Saiyan way than what I have had the dubious privilege to witness," he said, "but I am familiar with how those searching for a way view one who would lead them. The hope of others, Sarada, is not a thing to be tended to
lightly."
"You would charge into the front lines of a battle, to do your duty to protect your people and a subtle opportunity to leverage your strength, besides. Valiant, but-" He raised his hands, holding up six fingers. "You have six worlds sworn to you."
Curling his fists, he narrowed them before him in a guard. "And that is the range you would limit yourself to. All-too narrow a vision, yet all you claim responsibility for. Reckless, perhaps, but I had never known you to run."
He stood to the stove, examining the last dredges of the pot left simmering in an inch of broth. He served the remained of solids to her, setting the last onto a portion of rice for himself.
"Moreover, what about those who have sworn to follow your vision," he continued. "You have your Saiyan pride, so what about theirs? Has there been so little change from the means of savage, idiot tyrants that your people's future is settled only in more violence? You fought to change this for their sake, hadn't you?"
Ochazuke drained his teacup at once, and set it down with an uncannily pronounced heft.
"In the face of countless enemies,as Queen you are a symbol to enact this change. You have their hope, and with it an opportunity, do not waste it." he said, grumbling the next, "'Should you be less careless in battle', you've come far enough to discern that on your own. No, I'm saying you should perceive beyond the moment and
cherish your life."
Silence hung in the air as he exhaled slowly.
"If you'd learned anything from your time on Earth, remember this. Despite how many cover it like an open wound, compassion is not weakness, nor is it vulnerability. I have no doubt you have many trials ahead of you, but eep that in mind, and it may deliver you to more than your strength alone could."