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

Her eyes darted, a cunning glint flashing across them. "You said you wanted to repay me, right?"

Vitelli nodded, realization dawning on him: Age 749, the exact time Bulma first set out to search for the Dragon Ball and met young Goku! It seemed he had definitely slept for more than two years—this was over a decade! (He had set out in Age 731.)

...This junk spaceship was way off course!

"That's perfect!"

Bulma clapped her hands excitedly and said with joy:

"I'm currently searching for the legendary Dragon Ball! They are magical orbs that can grant any wish! This journey might be dangerous, and since you want to repay me..."

She looked Vitelli up and down, recalling the immense power that had sent her flying earlier. "Why don't you be my bodyguard? Protect me until I find the Dragon Ball, and we'll call it even! How about that?"

Vitelli looked at the vibrant girl before him, thinking of her terrifying achievements in technology in the future, and nodded without hesitation: "Fine! It's a deal! Bodyguard Vitelli, at your service, Miss Bulma."

He bowed slightly, performing a gesture a Saiyan would never be capable of.

Just kidding—this was his future long-term meal ticket and his greatest logistical support; only a fool would refuse! Yamcha? Who is that idiot? I don't know him!

The two stepped out of the ship, and Vitelli felt a lingering fear as he looked at the deep valley almost entirely covered by primeval forest.

This landing spot was way too remote! If he hadn't run into Bulma, he really would have slept in this iron coffin until the end of time.

Bulma took out a Hoi-Poi Capsule and, with a "pop," shrunk the massive spaceship into it. Vitelli clicked his tongue in wonder: "Hoi-Poi Capsule... what a convenient thing."

"The path here is too difficult to walk; let's just leave in my aircraft!" Bulma said, reaching for her vehicle capsule.

"No need for that much trouble."

Vitelli smiled slightly, and under Bulma's surprised gaze, he reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Hey! Wait... what are you doing?!"

Bulma let out a startled cry as her body instantly lifted off the ground!

"Haha, hold on tight! Don't blame me if you fall!"

Vitelli laughed, holding Bulma as he hovered steadily, then transformed into a streak of light, easily piercing through the dense canopy and flying into the clear sky!

Strong winds whipped through their hair and clothes.

"Whoa--! We're... we're flying!"

After the initial panic, Bulma felt the thrill of flying—an experience like no other—and couldn't help but feel excited.

"That's amazing! Vitelli! Can all you aliens fly?"

Vitelli smiled without answering the question, leaning down to whisper in her ear:

"Lead the way, Bulma. Where are we going to look for the Dragon Ball next? Also..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a thunderous "rumble" erupted from his stomach, so loud it drowned out the sound of the wind.

"...I'm starving. Is there anywhere we can eat? Or should I go hunt for some game?"

Bulma was amused by his exaggerated stomach growl:

"Haha! Don't worry, I brought plenty of food! Just find a place to land, and I guarantee you'll be stuffed!"

Soon, the two landed on a relatively flat riverbank.

Bulma confidently pulled out one Hoi-Poi Capsule after another, manifesting an exquisite house and a table piled high with beautifully packaged Earth food, drinks, and more.

"Eat to your heart's content! Don't be shy!" Bulma waved her hand generously.

Vitelli's eyes lit up as he looked at the dazzling array of Earth delicacies before him.

This was real Earth food! Back on Planet Vegeta, he had absolutely loathed the food there.

Besides, he hadn't eaten a thing in over a decade of slumber!

He stopped being polite and began to eat like a whirlwind!

The speed of his consumption and the sheer volume of his appetite caused Bulma's initial nonchalance to gradually turn into stunned silence.

Burgers? Three at a time! Sandwiches? Three at a time! A whole roasted chicken? Gone in one bite! Not even the bones were left! Piles of rice balls? Like pouring them into a bottomless pit! Fruit juice? Straight from the bottle, one per gulp!

The food on the table vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Half an hour later.

Vitelli patted his stomach in satisfaction, looking at the empty table and wrappers, still feeling like he wanted more as he smacked his lips:

"Hmm... the taste was good! But the portion was a bit small, maybe... thirty percent full. Bulma, is there any more food?"

Bulma's jaw nearly hit the ground. She pointed mechanically at several massive refrigerators nearby that were also completely empty, her voice dry as she said:

"No... it's gone... you ate it all... that was... enough food to last an ordinary person a whole month..."

She looked at Vitelli's still-handsome face, which seemed even more spirited after a good meal, then thought of the terrifying power that had sent her flying, his appetite, and that tail swaying back and forth...

A thought sprouted uncontrollably in her mind:

"Oh my god... is... is this the husband heaven sent for me?! He eats so much, an ordinary person could never afford to keep him! Only I, Bulma, can afford to feed him! And... he's really so handsome!!!"

Bulma covered her burning cheeks, looking at Vitelli as he picked his teeth, her heart filled with... sweet? trouble and a strange sense of satisfaction from feeding him.

"Sigh..."

But then she sighed helplessly, "It seems the plan has to change. Vitelli, we'll have to head to the nearest town tomorrow to restock supplies... tonight, you'll just have to... bear with it!"

Vitelli nodded in understanding; since there was no food left, there was nothing to be done, so he might as well get some sleep.

At the highest point on Earth, ten thousand meters above the peak of the unreachable Korin Tower, sat the mysterious and ancient Kami's Lookout, suspended high in the sky.

On the wide white plaza before the temple gates, two figures—one tall and one short—stood in silence.

The Earth's Kami, dressed in white robes with green skin, gripped his staff tightly, his expression as grim as storm clouds before a downpour.

His eyes, capable of peering into the mortal realm, pierced through layers of clouds, locking firmly onto the two people who had just finished their dinner in the distant wilderness below.

To be precise, he was locked onto the black-haired youth with a tail, the one named Vitelli.

Mr. Popo, the attendant who stood as silent as a shadow beside Kami, also wore a rare, solemn expression.

After a long while, Kami finally took a slow breath, as if unburdening himself of a heavy weight.

He raised a slightly trembling hand and wiped the fine beads of cold sweat from his forehead with a towel.

"In this world... to think such a terrifying power could exist..."

Kami's voice, tinged with an imperceptible dryness and shock, echoed across the silent temple plaza.

"That aura, like a volcanic eruption... no! Far more powerful than that... to think it is something a biological being could possess! It is simply unimaginable!"

His gaze turned back to the scene below, watching Vitelli, who was chatting with the blue-haired girl Bulma and even helping to clean up the trash with a relaxed smile on his face. Only then did Kami's tense nerves relax a fraction.

"Thank goodness... thank goodness..."

Kami let out a long sigh of relief to Mr. Popo beside him, his tone filled with lingering fear.

"He seems to have no ill intent, at least... for now. And his aura stabilized quickly after that initial burst. When he is with that girl named Bulma, he appears peaceful... even somewhat... casual?"

Mr. Popo's dark, pool-like eyes also watched the scene below. He nodded slowly, his voice steady as he spoke:

"Yes, Kami. Mr. Popo feels it too. Although the 'ki' of the youth named Vitelli is frighteningly powerful, his core... is not evil. There is no malice, no thirst for slaughter; instead... there is a sense of composure born from the passage of time."

Kami leaned on his staff and looked out at the rolling sea of clouds in the distance, his deep eyes filled with worry and helplessness:

"I hope so, Mr. Popo. I hope this sudden variable is... a blessing rather than a curse for Earth."

He recalled the torrent of power that had erupted the moment Vitelli woke up—a power so pure and immense that it far exceeded the limits of his understanding of life on Earth.

It was like a meteorite crashing into a calm lake, completely shattering the balance of Earth's power structure.

Was the arrival of this alien a coincidence? Or had the gears of some unknown destiny begun to turn?

Kami sighed deeply once more, the wrinkles on his aged face seeming to deepen.

The future of Earth, at this moment, seemed shrouded in an impenetrable mist.

He could only hope that Mr. Popo's judgment was correct, and that this powerful extraterrestrial visitor named Vitelli was truly as harmless as he appeared.

The temple plaza fell back into silence, broken only by Kami's sighs and the faint sound of the wind from below.

Chapter 8: Finally Getting a Free Ride!

With the roar of the engine, Bulma drove the car, weaving nimbly through the winding and rugged mountain roads.

One hand gripped the steering wheel while the other remained fixed on the Dragon Radar, watching the blinking light on the screen until it finally stabilized at a very close range, at which point she let out a long breath.

"Phew... at least I didn't get lost again!"

Bulma complained out of habit before glancing at the passenger seat. Vitelli was leaning his head to the side, breathing evenly and fast asleep, the sunlight casting mottled shadows across his sharp, angular profile through the car window.

"Hey! Vitelli!"

Bulma irritably reached over and gave him a shove. "Wake up! You're a pretty lazy bodyguard, aren't you? I'm working hard driving here, and you're actually sleeping like a log!"

Vitelli's head jerked as he was startled from his light sleep. He rubbed his drowsy eyes, let out a lazy yawn, and looked ahead amidst Bulma's complaints before saying slowly, "Focus on the driving... don't look at me, look at the road. There's a surprise ahead."

"A surprise? What surp—" Bulma instinctively looked where he was pointing, and her pupils suddenly contracted!

There, in the middle of the narrow mountain road, a young boy wearing a tattered orange martial arts uniform and carrying a wild boar larger than his own body stood in the middle of the path, looking completely oblivious! The boar's tusks were almost touching the front of the car!

"Whoa--! Get out of the way!" Terrified out of her wits, Bulma screamed and slammed the brake pedal to the floor!

Screech--!!!

The harsh sound of tires skidding echoed through the valley, and the powerful momentum sent the car lurching forward, finally stopping dangerously close, less than a meter away from the boy and the boar!

Bulma slumped over the steering wheel, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

The boy outside had also been startled by the sudden appearance of the steel monster. With a nimble backflip, he put some distance between them, his large, dark eyes staring vigilantly at the car as he instinctively raised his red staff into a defensive stance.

"Hey! What kind of monster are you?!"

The boy shouted with a strong, clear voice, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

Still shaken, Bulma patted her chest, pushed open the car door, and retorted with her hands on her hips, "Monster your head! We aren't monsters! We're humans!"

"Liar!"

Son Goku pointed at Bulma, looking quite certain. "You don't have a tail! How could you be human!"

As he spoke, he proudly flicked the furry tail that was swishing restlessly behind him.

"Huh? You have a tail too?"

Bulma looked at the tail in surprise, then turned back to look at Vitelli, who had just stepped out of the car.

Vitelli's lips curled into a playful smirk as he walked up to Son Goku. Without a word, his tail lashed out like a nimble snake, landing a crisp, sharp tap on Son Goku's little head.

"Ow! That hurts!"

Son Goku clutched the spot where he had been struck, glaring at Vitelli with puffed-up cheeks like a ruffled little animal.

"Why'd you hit me, you jerk?!"

Bulma looked at the tail swaying behind Son Goku, then at the tail swinging just as leisurely behind Vitelli, and was completely bewildered: "You two... what is going on here? Is this kid also... an alien?"

Vitelli nodded, his gaze carrying a trace of imperceptible nostalgia as he pointed at Son Goku: "He is the same as me, from Planet Vegeta. We are both from the warrior race, the Saiyan. His Saiyan name is Kakarot."

"That's not true!"

Son Goku immediately retorted loudly, his little face turning bright red, the veins on his neck bulging: "My name is Son Goku! That's the name Grandpa gave me! I'm not some Kakarot!"

"Fine, fine, Son Goku."

Vitelli shrugged indifferently, too lazy to argue with this amnesiac brat.

He reached directly into the bag Bulma was carrying, pulled out the orange Two-Star Dragon Ball, and held it out to Son Goku: "Kid, do you have anything like this at home?"

Son Goku's gaze was instantly drawn to the Dragon Ball, his eyes shining brilliantly: "Huh? How come there's another Grandpa?" He instinctively touched the orange Four-Star Ball hanging around his neck.

Bulma clutched her forehead, feeling a wave of helplessness:

"Why would this thing be your grandpa? This is a Dragon Ball! Forget it... since you have one too... can you lend us your grandpa? We can make a wish once we find all seven, and we'll definitely give it back when we're done!"

"No way!"

Son Goku immediately covered the Four-Star Ball tightly, shaking his head like a rattle: "Grandpa can't be lent to people! Grandpa is Grandpa!"

"Argh! I'm going to die of frustration! You stubborn blockhead!" Bulma frantically ruffled her own blue hair.

Vitelli watched from the side, amused, and simply crossed his arms to enjoy the show.