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

Ultimately, after a barrage of fast-talking explanations and gourmet food temptations from Bulma, combined with the occasional calm gaze from Vitelli that intuitively warned Goku not to provoke him, Goku finally agreed to join their team with half-hearted skepticism, on the condition that he must bring his "Grandpa" along.

With Vitelli acting as a human cheat code, the style of their Dragon Ball collection journey—originally full of accidents and absurdities—underwent a drastic change. The efficiency became outrageously high, and the process became so mundane that even Bulma felt a bit disappointed—what happened to the thrilling adventure she was promised?

Not long after they drove away from the mountainous region, a dilapidated modified vehicle blocked their path on a desolate Gobi desert.

A young man wearing tattered leather clothes, striking what he considered a cool pose, jumped out of the car to rob them, accompanied by a small, floating blue cat named Puar.

"Stop! This road is... huh?!" Yamcha's signature opening line was cut off halfway through.

Vitelli didn't even get out of the car; he simply rolled down the window and flicked his finger toward Yamcha with extreme casualness.

Bang!

An invisible yet overwhelming force of energy struck Yamcha's chest with the precision of a battering ram!

The arrogance on his face froze instantly. His eyes bulged, and before he could even let out a scream, he was sent flying like a stone launched from a catapult, vanishing into the horizon as a blurred streak while leaving behind only a long, trailing "Ah—" in the air.

"Master Yamcha—!!!"

Puar was scared out of his wits, letting out a shrill cat-shriek before transforming into a bat and chasing after the disappearing "meteor" at the fastest speed of his life.

Inside the car, Bulma's mouth hung wide open, and the potato chips in her hand fell all over the floor.

Goku leaned against the car window and shouted excitedly: "Wow! He flew so high and so far! That's amazing!"

In a village shrouded in thick fog and an eerie atmosphere, it was rumored that the pig monster Oolong had been holding the village girls captive.

Goku, overflowing with a sense of justice, rushed forward and got into a scuffle with the shapeshifting Oolong.

However, when they "rescued" the girls locked in the luxurious mansion, they found them dressed in fine clothes, looking rosy-cheeked and leisurely sipping afternoon tea. Seeing their "saviors" arrive, they were not grateful at all; instead, they complained about being disturbed from their life of being "fed and clothed without lifting a finger"!

A bruised and battered Oolong held his head and cried out: "I was just looking for true love! They were the ones who didn't want to leave and insisted on staying! I've been wronged!"

Vitelli, Bulma, and Goku stood in the hall, looking at this absurd scene in silence. In the end, Oolong paid to resolve the disaster, readily handing over his prized Three-Star Ball.

During a camping trip, Goku saved a lost giant sea turtle, which led to the arrival of Master Roshi, who wore a floral shirt, sunglasses, and carried a cane, exuding an air of lecherous old age.

Master Roshi was surprised that Goku could ride the Flying Nimbus, and in the end, to thank Goku for saving the turtle, he generously gifted the cloud to him.

However, Master Roshi's eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, kept glancing toward Vitelli, who was leaning against the car looking lazy and "plain."

His martial arts intuition, honed over hundreds of years, was screaming in alarm!

It felt as if an ancient beast was sleeping inside this seemingly harmless young man! Even the slightest leakage of his aura made Master Roshi's skin prickle, as if he were being poked by invisible needles!

When Master Roshi habitually sized up Bulma with a lecherous gaze, even wanting to make a perverted request to see her panties...

Vitelli just tilted his head slightly and gave him a faint, indifferent glance.

Hum!

An invisible pressure, heavy and suffocating like the deep ocean, instantly enveloped Master Roshi!

The lecherous smile on Master Roshi's face froze instantly, his pupils behind his sunglasses shrank to the size of pinpricks, and cold sweat soaked his floral shirt in an instant!

He jolted upright, stood straight, coughed twice, and patted his chest with extreme seriousness: "Ahem! This old man suddenly remembered that the people of Fire Mountain are still in deep water! Saving lives is like fighting a fire! Leave this matter to me! Farewell!"

With that, he scrambled onto the slow-moving sea turtle and zipped away at a speed completely inconsistent with his age, vanishing without a trace.

While continuing their search for the Dragon Balls, they broke into the castle of Emperor Pilaf, which looked like a children's playground and was filled with his delusions of world domination.

"Wahahaha! Foolish humans! You have finally fallen into the trap of Emperor Pilaf! Hand over the Dragon Balls! Otherwise, you will taste the power of my latest invention, the Super Invincible Destruction Robot No. 3!"

Pilaf, inside the cockpit of the giant robot, let out a shrill, maniacal laugh through a loudspeaker.

Accompanied by the screeching sound of metal grinding, the giant robot took heavy steps and swung its massive mechanical arm toward their car!

Vitelli sighed, casually raised his right index finger, and tapped the most prominent energy core on the robot's chest.

Sss—!

A brilliant, dazzling beam of golden light instantly pierced through the thick alloy armor and precisely entered the core!

Rumble—!!!

An earth-shattering explosion erupted! The giant robot exploded from within like a lit powder keg, bursting with blinding light and disintegrating instantly!

Burning metal fragments scattered like fireworks!

Mai and Shu dragged the soot-covered, unconscious Pilaf out of the ruins, crying and wailing as they fled without looking back.

Vitelli slowly got out of the car and easily retrieved the remaining Dragon Balls from the smoking wreckage of the robot.

When the seven Dragon Balls, shimmering with a soft orange glow, were neatly arranged on a wide, open field, Bulma felt a strong sense of unreality.

"This... is it... all collected?" She looked down at the One-Star Ball in her hand, then at the six Dragon Balls lying quietly on the ground, feeling as if she were in a dream.

The legendary Dragon Balls, the items that could grant any wish... was the process... a bit too smooth?

Except for the minor twists and turns when meeting Goku and Master Roshi, everything else felt like a picnic!

Vitelli looked at Bulma's dazed expression—the look of someone wondering why the adventure ended before it even began—and couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to ruffle her blue hair:

"What? Think it's too simple? Did you want me to let you experience the classic tropes of being chased by dinosaurs, kidnapped by bandits, or almost being cooked and eaten?"

Bulma swatted his hand away and glared at him playfully, but the inexplicable sense of loss in her heart was indeed diluted quite a bit.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her chaotic thoughts, and nodded solemnly: "Alright! Now the most important thing is to make the wish!"

She arranged the seven Dragon Balls according to the method she had read about in the book.

"Come forth! Shenron! And grant my wish!" Bulma spread her arms wide, her voice laced with excitement and anticipation.

In an instant, the cloudless sky was swallowed by rolling, pitch-black clouds! Day turned to night! A gale erupted from the flat earth!

The seven Dragon Balls erupted with golden pillars of light that pierced the firmament! A dragon's roar, sounding as if it came from the ancient past and capable of shaking the soul, resounded across heaven and earth!

A massive dragon, its entire body covered in green scales and radiating a divine aura, appeared amidst the churning dark clouds!

The colossal dragon head slowly lowered, looking down upon the three tiny figures on the ground like a god, its red eyes reflecting their images.

"Speak! State your wish! Any wish at all! I shall grant it for you!"

Shenron's deep, resonant voice boomed like rolling thunder, echoing in everyone's ears with an unquestionable authority.

Vitelli looked up at this legendary dragon with great interest, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Yet, he muttered to himself, Bulma, this girl... she wouldn't wish for something like 'I want a Prince Charming,' would she? He felt a strange sense of tension.

However, Bulma looked up at the dragon's massive head, then glanced sideways at the smiling Vitelli, her small face showing unprecedented confusion and hesitation.

She bit her lower lip, her fingers twisting together unconsciously.

Money? Her family had plenty.

Beauty? She was full of confidence.

The perfect lover? It seemed... he had already appeared...

Then what should she wish for? Her mind was currently a blank slate.

After a long while, under the majestic gaze of Shenron and the curious eyes of Vitelli and Goku, Bulma finally deflated. She turned her head toward Vitelli, looking pitiful: "Vitelli... I... I don't know what wish to make..."

Vitelli: "..."

Shenron: "..." On the giant dragon face, a massive, invisible drop of cold sweat seemed to be sliding down its scales...

At the Lookout, Kami, who had been nervously observing Vitelli, stumbled and sat down hard on the ground, nearly dropping his staff.

The air seemed to solidify, leaving only the sound of the endless wind across the wilderness.

"You..." Vitelli was momentarily speechless, looking at Bulma with a mix of laughter and tears.

Shenron seemed to be losing patience. Its massive head swayed slightly, and it spoke again with a thunderous voice, though this time, there was a hint of imperceptible... urgency and helplessness?

"State your wish quickly! I will grant any wish you desire!"

"Oh~~"

Seeing Shenron's "please, just get this over with" expression, Vitelli felt a surge of mischief. A wicked smile appeared on his face as he declared loudly: "Really? Any wish? Very well! Listen closely, Shenron! My wish is—to immediately and fully master 'Ultra Instinct!'"

Bulma blinked her large, curious eyes and tugged at Vitelli's sleeve: "Ultra Instinct? Is that some kind of powerful martial art?"

Vitelli smiled and ruffled her hair without explaining, keeping his gaze fixed on the dragon.

The dragon in the sky fell silent.

Its massive red pupils seemed to widen, and its whiskers twitched involuntarily.

Its enormous body twisted uneasily within the dark clouds, as if trying to digest this outrageous request.

After a long pause, a voice filled with obvious embarrassment, even a slight stutter, rang out, its majesty completely vanished:

"...This... is beyond my power... Please... please choose another wish... I beg of you..."

Vitelli, seemingly having anticipated this, chuckled and went with the flow: "Fine, then let's settle for second best. I want to learn the Instant Transmission mastered by Supreme Kai Shin!"

Shenron's massive head seemed to droop, its voice becoming even deeper, tinged with a hint of grievance:

"...The secret technique of Supreme Kai... it contains the laws of the gods... I... I cannot reach it... Please... choose another..."

Seeing the dragon's majesty in ruins and its look of near-tearful embarrassment, Vitelli finally stopped teasing it.

He dropped his playful demeanor, turned to look at Bulma, and asked seriously: "Bulma, do you really want to give up this opportunity? This is a dragon that can grant any wish, you know."

Bulma looked into Vitelli's eyes, then at the pitiful-looking dragon in the sky. Suddenly, she straightened her face, put her hands on her hips, and glared at Vitelli fiercely, though her voice carried a hint of imperceptible anxiety.

"I... I only gave up my wish for your sake! Vitelli! You... you are absolutely, positively not allowed to break up with me! Do you hear me! Otherwise... otherwise I'll use the Dragon Balls to curse you!"

This sudden "threat," delivered with a maiden's charming innocence, made Vitelli pause, and a wave of warmth flooded his heart.

He looked at the blue-haired girl before him, who was clearly shy but pretending to be fierce, and nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity: "Don't worry, Bulma. Only someone with a broken brain would want to break up with a girl as brilliant, beautiful, and wealthy (the important part) as you."

He looked back up at the dragon, which seemed to have let out a sigh of relief, and said sternly: "Then, Shenron, listen to my true wish—please grant me the ability to use the 'Instant Transmission' of Planet Yardrat!"

The dragon in the sky seemed to hear the horn of liberation. It immediately announced the wish in the fastest, loudest voice possible, fearing Vitelli might change his mind: "Simple! Your wish has been granted! Farewell!"

Before the words had even faded, the darkness shrouding the world receded like a tide! Sunlight flooded the earth once more! The seven shining Dragon Balls transformed into seven brilliant orange meteors, trailing long tails as they shot off toward every corner of the world!

A flash of light crossed Vitelli's eyes. He vanished from his spot like a teleportation, and in the next second, he appeared dozens of meters in the air, precisely grabbing the Four-Star Ball just as it was about to fly away as a stone.

He landed lightly and tossed the stone back to Goku, who was still looking up at the "meteors."

"Here, Goku. Keep it safe. In one year, it will return to being the Four-Star Ball," Vitelli said with a smile.

Little Goku caught the Four-Star Ball, grinned, and hung it back around his neck, patting it like a treasure.

"Goku, do you have anything important to do next? If not, how about coming to my house as a guest with Vitelli?"

Bulma invited the two of them, quietly observing Vitelli's reaction as she spoke.

Goku shook his head, declining Bulma's invitation. He had already made a promise to Master Roshi that once the Dragon Balls were collected, he would go to him for training.

He waved vigorously at Vitelli and Bulma, shouting, "Flying Nimbus!" The golden cloud arrived in an instant.

Leaping onto the Flying Nimbus, Goku flashed a wide grin at the pair. "See you later! Bulma, Vitelli! Next time we meet, I'll definitely defeat you!" It seemed Goku had been bullied quite a bit by Vitelli over the past few days.

After bidding them farewell, the Flying Nimbus turned into a streak of golden light, carrying him rapidly toward the edge of the blue sky.

In the wilderness, only Vitelli and Bulma remained.

Bulma looked at Vitelli, her jewel-like eyes seemingly filled with a thousand words, yet she didn't know where to begin. A faint blush crept onto her fair cheeks before she even realized it.

Watching her hesitant, shy expression, Vitelli reached out his broad palm with a gentle smile—a smile that appeared exceptionally dazzling under the sunlight.

"Well then, Miss Bulma, please take care of me in the days to come~"

Bulma looked at the hand extended toward her, then at the sincere warmth in Vitelli's eyes; the last trace of unease in her heart was instantly replaced by sweetness.

She beamed, bright as the most radiant spring sunshine, and without hesitation, reached out to firmly clasp Vitelli's hand.

"Mm! Vitelli! Let's take care of each other from now on!"

The Brief Family

In West City, the estate of Capsule Corp was bathed in the warm afternoon sun.

The neatly manicured lawn, the meticulously tended flowerbeds, and the massive, futuristic mansion all served as a testament to the wealth and technological prowess of the Brief family.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home!"

Bulma's crisp voice shattered the tranquility of the courtyard. She walked into the garden with excitement, her face glowing with the dual joy of having a lover and returning home.

Following right behind her was Vitelli, tall and handsome.

Mrs. Brief, who was leisurely pruning an ornamental plant in the garden, looked up at the sound. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw the extraordinary young stranger trailing behind her daughter.