Dragon Ball, Saiyans Don't Just Want to Get Stronger!

Dragon Ball: Saiyans don't just want to get stronger!

Author: Summoning of Dayun

Synopsis: Vitelli: "Wait, where did this bring me? Is this still the country? What? This is Planet Vegeta?"

Vegeta: "You dog, Vitelli! You said your combat power wasn't even ten thousand—were you lying to me?!"

Son Goku: "Is this a Super Saiyan? Vitelli is actually this strong? 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... don't... don't do it here..."

Li Wei, a college student who became unemployed right after graduation, was inexplicably struck by a Dayun truck and sent to the Dragon Ball world, becoming a member of the warrior race, the Saiyans.

Defined as a high-class warrior from birth, he declares: If Kakarot could go from a combat power of 2 to a Super Saiyan with a combat power of over one hundred million through hard work, then his own starting point as Vitelli is 1000 times that of Kakarot!

As long as I train hard, as long as I am strong enough, what is Frieza? What is Cell? And as for the God of Destruction Binus, I've found you unpleasant for a long time!

From today on, I will be a person who strives to cultivate, facing the gravity chamber, where spring flowers bloom!

Wait, Android 18, Bulma, what are you two doing? Don't come over here! Two-on-one is cheating!

Even someone as strong as a Super Saiyan would be afraid when facing a situation like this~~~

Chapter 1 Dayun Truck, you deserve it!

Non-system style, striving to get stronger, written in a more old-school fashion.

Li Wei, male, 22 years old.

Having just graduated from college, he had only just passed an internship interview at a dream company.

On a sunny afternoon, he was full of ambition, planning his future and calculating what to buy for the younger children at the orphanage with his first paycheck.

However, the wheels of fate began to turn.

At a fateful intersection, he was ruthlessly struck and sent flying by a runaway hundred-ton "Dayun" truck!

That heart-wrenching, agonizing pain lasted only for an instant before his vision was completely swallowed by endless darkness.

No life flashing before his eyes, no memories revisiting him at the point of death, only the sensation of his soul being violently torn and crushed.

It's over... my job... maybe in the next life...

These were the last thoughts before his consciousness sank.

What followed was a long and chaotic journey.

He could not feel the existence of his body; he seemed to be nothing more than a wisp of residual consciousness, drifting in cold, viscous liquid.

This liquid emitted a strange, indescribable scent that was a mixture of metal and life energy.

His consciousness was intermittent, like a faulty signal, sometimes clearly perceiving the sensation of the liquid slowly flowing over his "body," and other times falling into a void of dead silence.

In those brief fragments of clarity, he could occasionally "hear" some blurred, distorted sounds, as if those voices were separated from him by a thick wall:

"...vitality... stable..."

"...this brat... the readings... unexpectedly strong..."

"...beep... combat power... 500... confirmed..."

Combat power 500? A flash of absurd clarity crossed his blurred consciousness. What the hell? A game? Or is this... a hallucination after death?

Before he could think it through, his consciousness was once again dragged into the viscous abyss of darkness.

Time lost its meaning here; it could have been an instant, or it could have been years.

He felt like a forgotten seed in some kind of forced dormancy, passively accepting transformation and nourishment.

Fragmented memory shards that did not belong to him—violent scenes of combat, roaring, and destroying planets—forcibly invaded his human mind like a virus, bringing tearing headaches, only to be smoothed over by that cold liquid soon after.

Just like that, in the endless tug-of-war between half-sleep and half-wakefulness, consciousness and chaos, he almost forgot who he was, forgot his past, and forgot that damn car accident.

Until—

Crash!

Accompanied by the sound of a large amount of viscous liquid draining away and a sensation of weightlessness, his back slammed violently against a cold, hard floor!

"Ugh!"

A muffled groan was squeezed out of his throat uncontrollably.

Blinding light with metallic reflections forcibly pried open his heavy eyelids.

His vision went from blurred to clear. The first thing that came into view was a cold, smooth ceiling with a silvery-gray metallic luster, covered in complex and unfamiliar pipes and indicator lights.

The air was dry, carrying the scent of some kind of disinfectant, completely different from the environment of the viscous liquid in his consciousness.

He was lying at the bottom of an empty metal tank. Some pale green viscous liquid remained on the walls of the tank, slowly dripping down the smooth surface.

"I... where is this?"

Li Wei tried to struggle to sit up, but felt his body was unusually heavy and unfamiliar, as if this body had just been rented and wasn't quite listening to him.

Just then, a voice filled with obvious surprise and awe sounded from nearby, speaking a language he had never heard before, yet strangely, he understood it perfectly:

"You... you've awakened?! Lord Vitelli!"

Li Wei jerked his head around.

Standing there was an alien about five feet tall with grayish-green skin, huge bulging eyes, and a toad-like appearance.

It was standing beside a metal tank, holding a shimmering tablet device. It was currently scrambling to tuck the tablet under its arm, then bowed deeply in a gesture of extreme reverence—bordering on terror—so standard it looked practiced a thousand times over.

"Lord Vitelli! Welcome to your awakening! This is the High-Class Warrior Awakening Room!"

The toad-alien's voice trembled noticeably.

"I am Cam, your awakening guide. Your battle armor and the latest model of the Combat Power Inquiry Device have been prepared for you! The coordinates for your private quarters have also been entered into the system; someone will lead you there shortly to inspect them. If there is anything you are dissatisfied with, you may request a replacement at any time!"

Lord Vitelli? Vitelli?

Li Wei (Vitelli?) was completely bewildered, his brain having suffered a total system crash.

He looked down at himself. He was wrapped only in a thin, membrane-like bodysuit that outlined a physique so muscular it was absurd, brimming with explosive power. This was definitely not the sub-health body he had possessed back when he lived on takeout and stayed up all night playing games!

Transmigration? Rebirth? Aliens? Saiyans?! What did that toad just say? High-class warrior? Me?

Countless fragments of information exploded in his mind.

The resilience he had forged as an orphan in his past life, combined with his experience reading countless web novels, allowed him to forcefully suppress the surging shock and panic within.

He took a deep breath, struggling to imitate the cold, aloof protagonists from the dramas in his memories, and responded in as calm a tone as he could muster:

"...Mm. I understand."

He gripped the cold edge of the tank and climbed out somewhat clumsily, standing barefoot on the equally frigid floor.

Though his body felt heavy, an unprecedented sense of power flowed through his limbs. He followed the direction Cam pointed, looking toward the open metal corridor at the side of the room.

Seeing that this newly awakened Lord Vitelli didn't seem angry or critical, Cam visibly let out a sigh of relief and bowed deeply again, his forehead nearly touching his knees:

"Farewell, Lord Vitelli! May your martial fortune be prosperous!"

Only after Vitelli's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor did Cam dare to straighten up.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he muttered with lingering fear, "Survived... thank goodness this lord seems to have a calm temperament, unlike the one who woke up last month and nearly tore the awakening room apart... Let me see who is waking up next..."

Inside the corridor, the light was much softer. Vitelli walked with a somewhat stiff gait.

The walls were smooth as mirrors, reflecting his current appearance: short, black, spiky hair, a face that was slightly youthful yet sharply defined, eyes deep with hidden confusion and vigilance, and... that young body containing explosive power.

"Vitelli... Saiyan... Combat power 500... Prince's guard..."

He chewed on these keywords, combining them with the environment of his awakening, Cam's attitude, and the fragmented information forcibly shoved into his mind regarding the warrior race known as the Saiyans. An incredible yet crystal-clear conclusion emerged.

"Dragon Ball world... Planet Vegeta... I've become a Saiyan? And I'm actually a so-called high-class warrior?"

He stopped walking, leaning against the cold metal wall to digest the massive impact.

"Orphan... an orphan in both lives..."

Vague information about his parents in this life surfaced; they had died in battle while conquering some high-level planet back when he was still soaking in the nutrient tank.

A faint sense of familiarity with his identity welled up, but it was quickly replaced by a more intense sense of survival crisis.

"Prince Vegeta... awakens in a year... combat power at least 1000... a guard?"

Vitelli's eyes sharpened instantly.

"What a joke! Being a guard for that Vegeta? When the time comes, if he's in a bad mood and decides to crush me—a mere guard—what difference would it make from crushing a bug? I must get stronger! Before Vegeta comes out, I must find a way to become stronger than him!"

His goal was clearer than ever: get strong first! Then live as comfortably as possible!

He stopped lingering and stepped forward, walking firmly toward the exit of the corridor.

Outside awaited a new world as the Saiyan Vitelli, filled with unknown dangers and infinite possibilities.

And the first step was to go see that "home" assigned to him, and then, begin training for his life!

Vitelli sat cross-legged on the cold metal floor of the backyard, his breathing long and rhythmic.

A month of uninterrupted practice in sensing and controlling "ki" had allowed him to grasp the basics.

The violent, uncontrollable torrent of power within him had now been partially tamed, allowing him to guide and compress it crudely with his will.

"I can manifest my aura too!"

He stood up happily and stretched his limbs, his bones popping slightly.

Walking into the room assigned to him—simple yet filled with the rugged style of the Saiyans—he picked up the strangely shaped combat power detector. The cold touch pressed against his ear and temple, and the lens lit up with a faint glow.

Vitelli walked to a large metal mirror on the wall, holding his breath as he looked at himself.

His short black hair stood up like a hedgehog's, his eyes were sharp, and he wore the dark blue basic battle armor, his body brimming with explosive power.

"Hoo..." He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The numbers above the lens began to jump: 510... 650... 800... 1150... 1480... 2002!

The peak value stopped at 2002! That was an increase of 1500 points in combat power compared to a month ago!

An indescribable excitement surged in Vitelli's heart.

This proved his direction was correct! Pure physical training could improve one's foundation, but the perception and control of "ki" were the true keys to unlocking the treasure trove of Saiyan potential!

Next, he attempted to control it in reverse.

He imagined compressing and constricting that scorching energy within his body.

The numbers on the lens began to plummet: 2000... 1500... 800... 554!

He had compressed it down to a minimum of 554!

"It worked!"

Vitelli couldn't help but let out a low growl, his face breaking into the most genuine smile he had worn since transmigrating.

Although his control wasn't refined enough yet and the fluctuations were significant, this was undeniably the initial mastery of "ki"!

This also meant that not only could he hide his true strength, but more importantly, he had found the path to a higher level—the precise application of energy!

He had already laid the foundation for those powerful techniques from the original story, and even the ability to sense the ki of others! This was far more important than simply stacking up combat power values.

With this confidence, Vitelli felt even more assured about his small goal.

Let's set a small goal first! Within one year, surpass Vegeta in combat power, reaching at least ten thousand!

He could clearly see hope now.

The days that followed saw his life become even more disciplined and even more insane.

In the early morning, he would sit in meditation in the backyard, perceiving the flow of "ki" and attempting more precise control, aiming to compress it lower and more stably, while simultaneously trying to guide the ki to circulate continuously within his body.

From time to time, he would also recall the fragments of knowledge regarding "ki" perception that Master Roshi and Master Korin at Korin Tower had imparted to Son Goku in his memories.

Sometimes, he would also try to condense a bit of energy at his fingertips, watching the faint light flicker in his hand.

From morning until afternoon, it was hellish physical training.

The naturally formidable physique and recovery ability of a Saiyan allowed him to endure a load far exceeding that of an Earthling.