Author: Dayun's Calling
Synopsis: Vitelli: "Wait, where the hell did I end up? Is this still Earth? What? This is Planet Vegeta?"
Vegeta: "Vitelli, you bastard! You said your power level was under ten thousand. Were you lying to me?!"
Son Goku: "So this is a Super Saiyan? Vitelli is actually this strong? Now I'm fired up!"
Bulma: "Ah!!! This is the prince charming of my dreams!"
Android 18: "Hmph! Don't think that just because you saved me, you can do whatever you want to me... N-no... Not here..."
Li Wei, a college student who'd just graduated and was already unemployed, was inexplicably run over by a Dayun truck and ended up in the Dragon Ball world as one of the Saiyans, a warrior race.
Born and classified as an Elite Warrior, he figured that if Kakarot could go from a power level of 2 to becoming a Super Saiyan with a power level of over a hundred million through hard work, then his own starting point was a thousand times higher than Kakarot's!
As long as he trained hard, as long as he was strong enough, what was Frieza? What was Cell? And then there was Binus, the God of Destruction. He'd been sick of the sight of you for a long time!
From today on, he'd be a man who trained hard, facing the Gravity Chamber as spring blossomed!
Wait, Android 18, Bulma, what are you two doing? Don't come over here! Two against one is cheating!
Even a Super Saiyan as strong as him would be scared in a situation like this~~~
Chapter 1: Dayun Trucks: You Deserve One!
This isn't a system novel. It's about getting stronger through hard work, and the writing style is a little old-fashioned.
Li Wei was a 22-year-old man.
He'd just graduated from college and passed an interview for an internship at a major company he'd long admired.
On a sunny afternoon, he was full of ambition as he planned for the future, wondering what he'd buy for the children at the orphanage with his first paycheck.
But the wheels of fate had begun to turn.
At a fateful crossroads, he was sent flying by a runaway hundred-ton "Dayun" truck!
The excruciating pain lasted only an instant before endless darkness swallowed his vision.
There was no life flashing before his eyes, no memories replaying as he stood on the brink of death. He only felt his soul being violently torn apart and crushed.
"I'm done for... My job... Maybe in my next life..."
That was the last thought he had before consciousness slipped away.
Then came a long, chaotic journey.
He couldn't feel his body. It was as if he were nothing but a fragment of consciousness, drifting in a cold, viscous liquid.
The liquid gave off a strange smell, an indescribable mixture of metal and life energy.
His awareness flickered on and off like a faulty signal. At times, he could clearly feel the liquid slowly flowing over his "body"; at others, he sank into a lifeless void.
During those brief moments of clarity, he occasionally "heard" some vague, distorted voices, as though they were separated from him by a thick wall:
"...Life force... stable..."
"...This little guy... the reading... surprisingly strong..."
"...Beep... power level... 500... confirmed..."
"Power level 500?" A flicker of absurd clarity crossed his hazy consciousness. "What the hell? A game? Or some kind of... hallucination after death?"
Before he could think it through, his consciousness was dragged back into the viscous abyss of darkness.
Time had no meaning there. It might have been an instant, or it might have been years.
He felt like a forgotten seed in a forced dormancy, passively undergoing changes and absorbing nourishment.
Fragments of memories that weren't his own—frenzied scenes of fighting, roaring, and destroying planets—forced their way into his Earthling mind like a virus. They brought stabbing headaches, but the cold liquid soon soothed them away.
And so, through an endless tug-of-war between half-sleep and waking, between consciousness and chaos, he nearly forgot who he was, forgot his past, forgot that damned car accident.
Until—
Splash!
With the sound of a rush of viscous liquid draining away and a sudden sensation of weightlessness, his back slammed into a cold, hard floor!
"Ugh!"
A muffled groan escaped his throat against his will.
A dazzling metallic glare pried open his heavy eyelids.
His vision went from blurry to clear. The first thing he saw was a cold, smooth, silver-gray metal ceiling, covered in complex, unfamiliar pipes and indicator lights.
The air was dry and smelled faintly of disinfectant, utterly unlike the viscous liquid he'd been suspended in.
He was lying at the bottom of an empty metal pod. Some pale green liquid still clung to the sides, slowly dripping down the smooth surface.
"Where... am I?"
Li Wei tried to struggle into a sitting position, but his body felt strangely heavy and unfamiliar, as if he'd just rented it and it hadn't gotten used to taking orders from him yet.
Just then, a voice tinged with obvious surprise and awe sounded nearby. It spoke a language he'd never heard before, yet, strangely enough, he understood every word:
"Y-you're awake?! Lord Vitelli!"
Li Wei whipped around.
A roughly five-foot-tall alien with gray-green skin, huge bulging eyes, and a frog-like appearance stood there.
It was beside the metal pod, holding a tablet that glimmered faintly. In a fluster, it tucked the tablet under its arm, then bowed deeply to him with an attitude of utmost respect and even a trace of apprehension. Its posture was so precise it looked as if it had rehearsed it a thousand times.
"Lord Vitelli! Welcome to consciousness! This is the High-Class Warrior Awakening Room!"
The frog-like alien's voice trembled noticeably.
"I'm Cam, your awakening attendant. Your Battle Suit and the latest model of Combat Power Inquiry Device are ready for you! The coordinates of your private residence have also been entered into the system. Someone will take you there to have a look shortly. If there's anything you're unhappy with, you can ask for a replacement at any time!"
Lord Vitelli? Vitelli?
Li Wei (Vitelli?) stared blankly, his brain completely short-circuiting.
He looked down at himself. He was wearing nothing but a thin, film-like bodysuit that outlined an absurdly muscular physique, brimming with explosive strength. This definitely wasn't the unhealthy body he'd had from constantly eating takeout and staying up late gaming!
Reincarnation? Transmigration? Aliens? Saiyans?! What had that frog just said? Elite Warrior? Me?
Countless fragments of information exploded in his mind.
The resilience he'd gained from being an orphan in his previous life, along with his experience reading countless web novels, helped him force down the shock and panic churning inside him.
He took a deep breath and tried to imitate the aloof protagonists he remembered from short videos, replying as calmly as he could:
"...All right. I understand."
Bracing himself against the cold side of the pod, he climbed out somewhat clumsily and stood barefoot on the equally cold floor.
His body felt heavy, but a sense of power unlike anything he'd ever known coursed through his limbs. He looked toward the open metal passageway on the other side of the room, in the direction Cam had pointed.
Seeing that the newly awakened Lord Vitelli didn't seem angry or picky, Cam visibly relaxed. He bowed deeply again, his forehead nearly touching his knees.
"Farewell, Lord Vitelli! May victory follow you!"
Cam didn't dare straighten up until Vitelli had disappeared at the end of the passageway.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he muttered under his breath, still shaken. "I survived... Good thing this lord seems fairly easygoing. He didn't nearly tear the awakening room apart like the lord who woke up last month... Let's see who's next to wake up..."
The light in the passageway was much softer. Vitelli walked along, his steps a little stiff.
The smooth walls reflected his appearance: short, spiky black hair; a youthful but sharply defined face; confusion and wariness buried deep in his eyes; and... a young body brimming with explosive strength.
"Vitelli... Saiyan... power level 500... Prince Vegeta's bodyguard..."
He chewed over these keywords, combining them with the awakening room and Cam's attitude, as well as the fragments about the Saiyan warrior race that had been forced into his mind. An unbelievable yet crystal-clear conclusion came to him.
"The Dragon Ball world... Planet Vegeta... I'm a Saiyan? And an Elite Warrior, at that?"
He stopped and leaned against the chilly metal wall, trying to absorb the shock.
"An orphan... an orphan in both lives..."
Vague information about his parents in this life surfaced, too. They'd died attacking some advanced planet while he was still in the incubation pod.
A faint sense of familiarity with his new identity came over him, but it was soon replaced by an even stronger awareness of the danger he faced.
"Prince Vegeta... will awaken in a year... power level of at least 1,000... bodyguard?"
Vitelli's eyes instantly sharpened.
"Are you kidding me? Be that Vegeta's bodyguard? If he gets in a bad mood, what's stopping him from crushing me like a bug? I have to get stronger! Before Vegeta comes out, I have to find a way to become stronger than him!"
His goal had never been clearer: get stronger first, then live as comfortably as he could!
He didn't linger. He strode resolutely toward the end of the passageway.
Beyond it lay the new world of Vitelli the Saiyan, full of unknown dangers and endless possibilities.
And the first step was to take a look at the "home" they'd assigned him, then start training like his life depended on it!
Vitelli sat cross-legged on the cold metal floor of his backyard, breathing slowly and evenly.
A month of nonstop practice sensing and controlling "ki" had given him a preliminary grasp of it.
The wild, uncontrollable surge of power inside him had been partially tamed. Now, with a thought, he could crudely guide and compress it.
"I can power up, too!"
Delighted, he got to his feet and stretched. His bones made a faint cracking sound.
He walked into the simple room they'd assigned him, its style rough and distinctly Saiyan, and picked up the oddly shaped Scouter. The cold device fit against his earlobe and temple, and its lens lit up.
Vitelli walked over to the huge metal mirror on the wall and held his breath as he looked at his reflection.
His short black hair stood up like a hedgehog's spines. His gaze was sharp, and his basic dark blue Battle Suit hugged a body brimming with explosive strength.
"Whew..." He slowly exhaled.
The numbers above the lens began to jump: 510... 650... 800... 1,150... 1,480... 2,002!
The highest reading stopped at 2,002! That was a full 1,500 points higher than his power level a month ago!
An indescribable excitement welled up inside Vitelli.
This proved he was on the right track! Physical training alone could improve his base, but sensing and controlling "ki" was the true key to unlocking a Saiyan's potential!
Next, he tried to reverse the process.
He imagined drawing the hot energy inside him inward, compressing and containing it.
The numbers on the lens began to plummet: 2,000... 1,500... 800... 554!
He'd compressed it down to just 554!
"I did it!"
Vitelli couldn't help letting out a low shout, a genuine smile spreading across his face for the first time since he'd transmigrated.
His control was still imprecise and the readings fluctuated wildly, but this was undoubtedly his first real control over "ki"!
That meant he could not only hide his true strength, but, more importantly, he'd found the path to a higher level—precise control over energy!
He'd already laid the groundwork for the powerful techniques in the original story, and even for sensing other people's ki! That was far more important than simply piling up power-level numbers.
With this confidence behind him, Vitelli felt surer of his modest goal.
First, he'd set a small goal! In a year, he'd surpass Vegeta's power level and reach at least 10,000!
He could clearly see hope now.
In the days that followed, his routine became even more disciplined—and even more intense.
At dawn, he sat quietly in the backyard, sensing the flow of "ki" and working on more precise control. His goal was to compress it further and keep it stable, while also trying to guide ki continuously through his body.
From time to time, he recalled the fragments he remembered of Master Roshi and Master Korin at Korin Tower explaining ki sensing to Son Goku.
He also tried to gather a little energy at his fingertips, watching the faint glow flicker unsteadily in his hand.
From morning until afternoon, he put himself through hellish physical training.
A Saiyan's naturally powerful physique and ability to recover let him endure workloads far beyond what an Earthling could handle.