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

She set down her gardening shears, a look of pleasant surprise and warmth crossing her face. "Oh my! Bulma is back, and is this your boyfriend?"

Bulma immediately puffed out her chest, nodding jubilantly with a hint of showmanship:

"Yes! Mom, this is Vitelli, my boyfriend! And he'll be staying with us from now on! His strength is absolutely incredible!"

She made sure to emphasize that last sentence.

Mrs. Brief approached them with enthusiasm, looking Vitelli over carefully. Her gaze drifted from his sharp, angular features to the perfectly streamlined muscles visible even through his clothes, and she said with a beaming smile, "My, my, welcome to Brief Manor, you cute little Vitelli~ What a handsome young man! Would you like to go on a date with me sometime?"

"Mom!"

Bulma bristled instantly, her face turning bright red as she stomped her feet indignantly. "What are you saying! Vitelli is my boyfriend!"

Vitelli was also caught off guard by Mrs. Brief's overly enthusiastic invitation, a rare, embarrassed flush appearing on his face.

He quickly bowed, offering a polite and formal greeting: "Hello, Mrs. Brief. I am Bulma's boyfriend, Vitelli. Thank you very much for taking me in; I apologize for the intrusion."

Seeing Vitelli's attempt to remain composed, Mrs. Brief laughed even more happily and waved her hand. "Oh, goodness, no need to be so stiff, little Vitelli. Just treat this place like your own home. Bulma's father will surely be delighted that she found such a fine boyfriend."

Her smiling eyes continued to linger on Vitelli, as if she were evaluating something, which made him feel a bit uneasy.

Bulma's mother's level of enthusiasm and openness is truly hard to handle, he mused to himself. It seems Bulma is actually the conservative one...

And so, Vitelli settled into Brief Manor.

Under Bulma's introduction, he also met her father, the founder of Capsule Corp—Dr. Brief.

This middle-aged man with messy blue hair, wearing a lab coat and eyes filled with the pure light of science, felt much more comfortable to be around.

Vitelli didn't waste time with excessive pleasantries and went straight to his request: "Dr. Brief, thank you very much for your hospitality. I have a spaceship, and as a token of my gratitude and payment, I would like to gift it to you for research. At the same time, I hope you can help me build a gravity room specifically for training."

He handed over the spaceship capsule and a list of requirements for the gravity room.

Dr. Brief's eyes lit up the moment he took the capsule containing the ship; his interest in the spacecraft was clearly far greater than his interest in his future son-in-law.

He agreed readily: "A gravity room? No problem! Leave it to me! This is fascinating stuff!"

He immediately grabbed the capsule and the documents and dove into his workshop, forgetting to even say goodbye.

Bulma, standing to the side, pouted unhappily. She grabbed Vitelli's arm and shook it. "Hey! Vitelli! What is the meaning of this! I could have helped you with something like a gravity room! Why did you have to go to my father? Do you not trust my abilities?"

Vitelli looked at Bulma's unhappy expression and a mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Without a word, he scooped her up, effortlessly slinging her over his shoulder, and strode toward her room.

"Ah! What are you doing! Put me down! You jerk!"

Bulma shrieked and struggled, her small fists pounding on Vitelli's back, though the force felt more like playful pouting.

Vitelli chuckled, leaning close to her ear to whisper in a voice only the two of them could hear: "It's not that I don't trust your abilities, my dear Bulma. It's just... you don't have enough time right now. With me around, you won't have any time to build a gravity room."

"You... what are you saying!"

Bulma's face turned beet red, and her struggle grew weaker.

Bang! The door slammed shut.

From inside the room, faint sounds of Bulma's coquettish shrieks and protests could be heard, but they were soon replaced by a more captivating and rhythmic melody.

A concerto of youthful vitality and love flowed freely within the room.

From that day on, Vitelli's life became very structured and fulfilling.

In the mornings, he would conduct high-intensity physical training in the manor's spacious backyard.

In the days before the gravity room was finished, he had to rely on ultra-heavy alloys provided by Dr. Brief for weighted training, or perform high-intensity sprinting and evasion drills.

Every training session was aimed at squeezing out the very last bit of his body's potential, and the heavy clanging of metal often left Mrs. Brief, who was passing by, feeling quite startled.

The afternoons were generally reserved for Bulma.

Sometimes he would accompany her in the lab as she tinkered with various novel inventions, sometimes he was dragged along to shop in the bustling commercial districts of West City, and sometimes he would simply sit quietly beside her, watching her focus on her studies or research.

Vitelli found that Bulma's talent in the field of technology was truly astonishing; those complex formulas and blueprints seemed to come to life in her hands.

Their relationship heated up rapidly in this environment of constant companionship, and Vitelli found himself increasingly enjoying the tranquility of Earth and the warmth Bulma brought him.

However, the peaceful days were interrupted by Bulma's university acceptance notice.

"Seriously! How annoying!"

The night before school started, Bulma lay in Vitelli's arms, complaining with dissatisfaction. "I've already self-studied all the knowledge in university; I even helped write the textbooks! Why do I have to waste time going to school? It's so pointless!"

She clung to Vitelli like an octopus, her face full of reluctance. "I really don't want to leave you for even a second right now..."

Vitelli looked at the girl acting spoiled in his arms with amusement, his heart softening.

He gently stroked Bulma's smooth, short blue hair and comforted her softly: "Alright, Bulma. You still need to finish your education; it's a life experience, after all. Besides, the school is right here in West City, it's not like we won't see each other. Be good, just think of it as going out to clear your head and meeting some new friends?"

"Hmph! I don't want to meet any new friends! Those people can't even understand quantum mechanics!" Bulma remained stubborn, but her mood had clearly softened.

The next morning, at Bulma's strong insistence, Vitelli personally drove her to the university.

When they arrived near the school, Bulma was still dawdling. Before getting out of the car, she held onto Vitelli's arm, pouting and whispering, "You have to miss me! Come pick me up early this afternoon!"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely come early."

Vitelli suppressed a laugh, leaned over, and pressed a light kiss to her smooth forehead, which finally allowed the lovestruck genius girl to walk into the school gates with reluctance.

Watching Bulma disappear into the campus while glancing back every few steps, Vitelli leaned against the car door, shaking his head with a helpless yet doting smile. "Yare yare, a girl in love is truly troublesome; even a member of a warrior race like me is almost melting."

However, this feeling of being needed and relied upon was both fresh and warm to him.

Where to go next? Vitelli pondered.

Dr. Brief was still working at full capacity on the gravity room, so he couldn't count on that for the time being.

Conventional weighted training was already having a negligible effect on his current physical strength and was essentially useless.

He now needed a place that could truly stimulate his body's potential.

"Right, Korin Tower!" A thought flashed through his mind. That place had Senzu Beans, the Ultra Divine Water, and that eight-hundred-year-old cat, Korin.

Moreover, treasures like Senzu Beans, capable of instant healing and stamina recovery, would definitely be strategic-level resources in future battles; he had to stockpile some in advance.

Besides, he also wanted to see Earth's holy land of martial arts.

Action followed thought. Without delay, he rushed to the largest seafood market in West City and, with a grand gesture, used the bank card Bulma had given him to buy almost every variety of fresh fish from every stall, filling two full Hoi-Poi Capsules.

Then, amidst the astonished gazes of stall owners and passersby, he soared into the sky, transforming into a streak of light and speeding toward the legendary Korin Tower that connected the mortal realm to the heavens, just as the map indicated.

At the top of the towering Korin Tower, Korin was dozing while clutching his beloved wooden staff when, suddenly, all the fur on his body stood on end!

A powerful, pure aura, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression, was approaching rapidly from the distance at an astonishing speed!

The strength of this aura far exceeded any human martial artist he had ever encountered; even the aura of the Guardian of Earth seemed mild by comparison.

"This!!!"

Korin was so shocked he nearly jumped up. He gripped his staff tightly, his wide cat eyes staring fixedly at the sea of clouds below the tower.

"This energy... who could it be? To be so powerful... is he friend or foe?"

Although Vitelli had deliberately suppressed his outward aura to around 500 power level, for the current life forms on Earth—especially one with such keen perception—it was still as oppressive as a massive bonfire in the dead of night.

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately abandoned the thought of hiding.

"Forget it... I can't run anyway. His target is clearly here, and although his aura is powerful, there is no obvious malice or killing intent... I'll just wait here."

Korin took a deep breath, trying his best to calm down, and struck an inscrutable pose as he stood at the entrance of the platform, awaiting the arrival of this uninvited guest.

Whoosh!

A figure pierced through the clouds like an arrow and landed steadily on the floor at the top of Korin Tower, making almost no sound upon landing.

"Yo, hello. You must be Korin, the guardian of Korin Tower, right?"

Vitelli looked at the fat cat before him—with its snow-white fur, wooden staff, and eyes filled with undisguised tension and vigilance—and a friendly smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

He casually tossed the two Hoi-Poi Capsules filled with fresh fish over.

"Here, a small gift for our first meeting. Inside are various fresh sea fish I collected at the West City market."

Korin instinctively caught the capsules, feeling a bit dazed.

Giving fish? That certainly hit his preference. But the other party's next words made him instantly understand the purpose of the gift.

"How about trading these fish for some Senzu Beans and Ultra Divine Water?"

Vitelli's tone was relaxed, as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

But as he spoke, he seemed to feel that his disguised aura of 500 wasn't enough to express his sincerity, or perhaps to add some persuasive weight to the trade, he deliberately released a tiny sliver of his true aura—just enough for Korin to clearly perceive the ocean-like power hidden beneath his calm exterior.

Hum!

Korin felt an invisible pressure instantly envelop his entire body, making it almost impossible to breathe!

The paw holding his wooden staff trembled slightly, and the fur on his back stood up again.

He looked at Vitelli with a bitter smile, his eyes seeming to ask: Do I even have the option to refuse?

"O-of course," Korin said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Please wait a moment."

He turned and walked with slightly stiff movements toward the area below the platform where the Senzu Beans were kept.

He took out a small empty clay jar, nimbly filled it with plump Senzu Beans, and carefully presented it to Vitelli.

"These are the Senzu Beans you requested. As for the Ultra Divine Water... I won't hide it from you, that stuff is highly toxic. Are you sure you need it?"

Vitelli took the heavy clay jar and nodded with satisfaction. Upon hearing Korin's description of the Ultra Divine Water, he thought for a moment and said, "Forget the Ultra Divine Water."

He gave up; he didn't want to end up with a viral heart disease like Kakarot later on.

With the Ultra Divine Water explicitly refused, the transaction for the Senzu Beans went even more smoothly than he had anticipated.

"Thanks, Korin."

He weighed the jar and, remembering the events of the future, simply added, "By the way, a piece of advice. When you have free time, try to plant and cultivate more Senzu Beans. Trust me, this stuff will be of great use in the future."

He didn't specify what kind of use, but his tone was so certain that Korin couldn't figure out what he meant.

After speaking, Vitelli didn't wait for Korin to react, nor did he even glance at the faintly visible palace above Korin Tower. He leaped into the air, transformed back into a streak of light, and sped toward West City, disappearing into the vast sea of clouds in the blink of an eye.

Korin stood there blankly, clutching the two Hoi-Poi Capsules filled with fish, watching the direction in which Vitelli had vanished. He looked down at his own paws, and after a long while, he muttered to himself, "Great use...? Who exactly... is this guy?"

Vitelli's final words and his incomparably powerful aura left his heart filled with doubt and a vague, heavy premonition.

On the plaza of the Lookout.

Kami and Mr. Popo stood at the edge like two statues.

Kami's eyes were tightly shut, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, his knuckles white as he gripped his staff with force.

Mr. Popo remained expressionless, but his vacant eyes were also fixed intently on the direction of Korin Tower below.

The moment Vitelli's energy appeared at the summit of Korin Tower, Kami snapped his eyes open, the depths of his pupils filled with unprecedented gravity and a trace of... dread!

"He went to Korin Tower! This energy... although deliberately restrained, its essence is truly astonishing! It is even more refined than the awakening burst I sensed in the wilderness last time! Mr. Popo, I feel... he is stronger than before!"

Kami's voice carried a hint of imperceptible trembling.

The slight release of energy by Vitelli at the top of Korin Tower was like a stone cast into deep water, stirring clear ripples even in the tranquil sanctuary of the Lookout.

Mr. Popo nodded steadily: "Yes, Kami. His energy is like a dormant volcano; the power contained within far exceeds our previous estimates. Master Korin seems to have made a deal with him."

Kami's heart was in his throat, his senses fully focused on the movements below, ready at any moment to receive a potential visit from Vitelli, even bracing for the worst-case scenario.

However, the scene he had envisioned—of someone soaring straight up to the Lookout—did not occur.

After lingering for a moment at the top of Korin Tower, Vitelli's energy turned away without hesitation and sped off in the direction of West City!

"He... he just left?"

Kami was stunned, his taut nerves unable to react in time, his wrinkled face etched with bewilderment.

He had imagined countless possible conversations and even conflicts, but he never expected that the other party would leave directly without even brushing against the Lookout!

A trace of faint relief seemed to pass over Mr. Popo's dark face: "Yes, Kami. He has left. It seems... he has no intention of disturbing the peace of the Lookout."

Kami stood where he was, watching the sea of clouds below that had already returned to calm, his mood complex.

The powerful sense of oppression had vanished, but the clouds of doubt in his heart grew thicker.

"This man... what exactly is he trying to do? Was going to Korin Tower just for Senzu Beans? And what did he mean by those final words to Korin?"

Vitelli's behavioral pattern was completely beyond his comprehension. Could he really just be here to travel and live on Earth?

The thought made Kami feel a sense of absurdity, yet he could find no more reasonable explanation.