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

"A bottleneck?!"

Bulma sat bolt upright instantly, the relaxed smile on her face vanishing without a trace.

She knew Vitelli all too well; for this training fanatic, his greatest obsession and joy was to constantly grow stronger. Now, having his power stagnate was, for him, a major event capable of ruining his entire mood.

"What's the situation? Has the design of the Gravity Chamber reached its limit? Or... is it something to do with your own body?" she asked urgently, her mind already racing through technical parameters and biological knowledge.

Vitelli shook his head, resting his chin on one hand as he fell into deep thought.

His gaze went vacant, and he muttered to himself, "I don't know... let me think..."

In his mind, various methods of gaining strength from the Dragon Ball anime he remembered from his past life flashed by: training with King Kai? The acceleration of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber? Breakthroughs at the edge of death? Even the potential unlocking by the Grand Elder on Namek...

"Could it be... I should go find King Kai?"

He whispered the option to himself, then shook his head in self-denial. "Too much trouble, and the Kaioken doesn't do much for me... Or, should I talk to Kami and borrow the Hyperbolic Time Chamber?"

This thought made his eyes brighten, but they quickly dimmed again. "No... that place is too special. It's my trump card for turning the tables at a critical moment; I can't waste it easily on just breaking through a bottleneck..."

Watching Vitelli with his brows locked in deep thought, Bulma didn't speak to disturb him.

She simply sat quietly to the side, looking at him with eyes that were gentle yet firm.

She believed in her lover; no matter what method he ultimately chose, she would be his strongest support, providing everything he needed—whether it was technology, resources, or unconditional trust.

Time passed gradually in the silence.

After a long while, Vitelli stood up abruptly, a flash of resolve in his eyes.

He turned to Bulma and said, "I've thought of a method and need to go out for a bit. Dinner... I might not be back, so don't wait for me."

Bulma nodded. "Mm, be careful."

Vitelli said no more, his figure shooting upward and transforming into a streak of light, speeding toward the distant Korin Tower in the east that connected heaven and earth.

His speed was so great that it stirred up a whirlwind in the courtyard.

Not until his figure had completely vanished into the azure sky did Bulma snap back to reality, her delicate face instantly filled with unprecedented gravity.

"Vitelli... he actually... he actually said he might not be back for dinner?!"

She muttered to herself, her voice rising a notch. "This is bad! He's actually lost interest in eating?! This... this is an unprecedented major event!!!"

For a Saiyan to lose his enthusiasm for food, the severity of the problem was likely ten times more terrifying than she had imagined!

Vitelli traveled at lightning speed, flying directly toward the towering Korin Tower.

He landed on the platform at the top of the tower with practiced ease, waving casually at the white cat, Master Korin, who was clutching his wooden staff and watching him with a mix of vigilance and helplessness.

"Yo, Korin, same as usual. The fish is in the Hoi-Poi Capsule, and are the Senzu Bean ready?" His actions were as skilled as a routine transaction.

Master Korin looked at the Hoi-Poi Capsule Vitelli tossed over, then at the "don't talk, just trade" expression on the other's face. His whiskers twitched, but in the end, he resigned himself to counting out ten plump, emerald-green Senzu Bean from a jar in the corner and handing them over.

Both sides felt they had gotten a good deal, and neither cared to haggle further.

Vitelli put away the Senzu Bean without lingering, leaping directly through the invisible barrier at the top of the tower and flying toward Kami's Lookout, which hovered high above the clouds.

At the edge of the pristine white plaza of the lookout, Kami and his servant Mr. Popo stood like ageless statues.

Compared to when Vitelli first arrived on Earth and they treated him like a major threat, the two were quite calm now.

After all, for the past few months, Vitelli had flown up every few days, ostensibly to pass by Korin Tower to bring fish to Master Korin, occasionally stopping by the lookout to enjoy the scenery on the outskirts.

After so many times, Kami had shifted from his initial extreme caution to his current... habitual vigilance.

When Vitelli's figure landed lightly on the white floor of the lookout, there was no expression on Kami's green, wrinkled face; only those deep eyes stared fixedly at him, asking straight to the point, "What is your true purpose in coming to Earth?"

He had held this question in for a long time. Although Vitelli's behavior seemed harmless, his unfathomable power remained the greatest source of doubt in Kami's heart.

Vitelli rolled his eyes dramatically at the question, wearing a "here we go again" expression of speechlessness.

He spread his hands, his tone tinged with helplessness and mockery. "What purpose could I have on Earth? To covet your weak planet? To covet your technology, which is backward aside from the Hoi-Poi Capsule? To covet your Dragon Ball, which you haggle and stall over even when granting a single wish? Please, give me a reason to invade Earth!"

He pointed at the lookout beneath his feet. "Or do you think I covet this place for its peace and quiet, perfect for zoning out?"

This retort, so blunt it was almost biting, left Kami momentarily speechless.

He thought about it carefully; it was true... aside from the Dragon Ball, Earth really didn't seem to have anything worth plotting for by this powerful alien. Yet, aside from the time he spent with his little girlfriend, the man had never once actively sought out the Dragon Ball.

As for beauty... Kami glanced at Vitelli's handsome face, which was currently written with "don't bother me," and silently suppressed that thought, which he deemed unlikely.

Kami was silent for a moment, his tense nerves relaxing slightly, though his vigilance remained.

He changed the question, his tone softening. "Then what is your purpose for coming up here today?"

He noticed that Vitelli's state today seemed different from his usual nonchalant wandering; there was a touch of seriousness in his brow as he sought an answer.

Vitelli grinned, showing his straight teeth. "That's simple. I wanted to ask, do you have a particularly sturdy, durable training ground here? I need to unleash my 'ki' at full power for an experiment. I'm afraid that if I do it down below, I might lose control and end up lifting the tectonic plates, hurting people or the flowers and grass, which wouldn't be good."

Kami nodded slightly at these words, not asking for the reason. He stretched out his withered fingers and tapped the polished floor of the lookout beneath his feet, his tone carrying a hint of imperceptible pride. "The material of the lookout is composed of divine power and the toughest substances on Earth; it is sufficient to withstand your power. If you wish to display your strength, you may do so here."

Vitelli hooked his mouth into a playful arc, his eyes filled with banter. "Oh? Are you sure? Let's get this straight: if I break anything, I'm not paying for it!" He laid the groundwork in advance.

Kami nodded expressionlessly. "No matter."

He signaled for Mr. Popo to step back, while he remained where he was, his large, cloudy eyes locked onto Vitelli, as if silently telling him: you may begin.

Vitelli never turned down a request that allowed him to take advantage of a situation.

He walked to the center of the Kami's Lookout plaza and slowly closed his eyes. The surroundings fell silent in an instant, with only the whistling wind at high altitudes brushing past his ears.

He clenched his fists at his waist, sinking his consciousness into his body. He began to silently sense the vast aura within, guiding the majestic power that lay dormant in his limbs and bones, surging like molten lava.

By his own estimation, his combat power should have already exceeded five million!

Theoretically, this value had long since reached the basic threshold for transforming into a Saiyan. But "transformation" was not a simple numbers game; it was more like a Gene Lock that required a specific key or intense emotion to unlock.

Vitelli had never truly transformed, so he could only grope and experiment based on vague memories and his own instincts.

He first thought of the method Vegeta taught a Saiyan from another universe in Dragon Ball Super—concentrating power on a specific "point" on the back, imagining it as the source and switch for his strength.

Concentrate... condense... imagine it as a switch... turn it on... Vitelli chanted inwardly, his focus reaching a peak as he attempted to channel his body's violent energy toward the area between his shoulder blades, like a stream returning to the sea.

He could feel the energy gathering behind him; the muscles in his back grew slightly hot and swollen, and a powerful sense of strength began to brew.

However... he was just a little bit short!

It felt as if a membrane, thin as a cicada's wing yet incredibly tough, was blocking him. No matter how he pushed or guided, that power—capable of destroying heaven and earth—could not break through the final restraint to complete the qualitative transformation.

It was just like water that had reached the boiling point, yet was missing that final degree to boil completely!

"Damn it!" After trying for a long time to no avail, Vitelli couldn't help but curse inwardly, his heart filled with deep frustration.

In the novels I read in my past life, when others transmigrated into the Dragon Ball world, they either came with a system to get stronger by checking in, or they were born with Saiyan blood and transformed with a single roar... How is it that when it comes to me, forget about a system, even turning into a Super Saiyan is as difficult as being constipated! I have to rely on my own hard training bit by bit!

He opened his eyes helplessly, letting out a long, resentful sigh. Without a doubt, the first method had failed.

"It seems I have no choice but to try the most primitive and classic method—rage!"

Vitelli's gaze sharpened, and he closed his eyes once more. He began to frantically dig into the depths of his memory for fragments that could ignite his fury.

The only milk candy stolen by a bigger kid at the orphanage? It seems... I only felt wronged back then, cried once and forgot about it; thinking about it now, it's just a bit funny.

Being mocked by classmates as a "wild child with no father or mother" and given the ugly nickname "Er Gouzi"? Hmm... later that guy got beaten so badly he didn't even recognize himself; the anger had long since dissipated, and I even felt a bit proud.

Being heartlessly dumped by his first girlfriend in college? Uh... I don't think I was sad for even two days before I met a prettier and more interesting senior in the library... I can't get angry at that!

Being forcibly appointed as Vegeta's bodyguard on Planet Vegeta? Uh... Vegeta was so pitiful being bullied by others, and I even stood him up to run off to Earth alone... How could I possibly get angry at that!

"Damn it! How annoying!" The more Vitelli thought about it, the more stifled he felt, and the more stifled he felt, the angrier he became. But this anger didn't stem from those distant, long-resolved events, but from his current predicament!

"Why is it so easy for others to get stronger! Checking in, punching the clock, soaking in hot springs! Why do I have to train so miserably hard! Even transforming is such a chore! Is this broken transformation mechanism targeting me?! Huh? Look at me!!! You bastard!!!"

This intense feeling of stifling, unwillingness, and self-doubt born from the difficulty of transforming was like a drop of water hitting a barrel of hot oil!

BOOM!!!--

Without warning! An unimaginable, violently peerless golden aura exploded from within Vitelli! It was like a volcano that had been dormant for billions of years suddenly erupting! The blinding golden light instantly swallowed his figure, turning into a massive pillar of light connecting heaven and earth, shooting straight into the sky!

The terrifying golden shockwave, like a physical tsunami, spread outward in a ring with Vitelli at the center, lashing out!

Kami and Mr. Popo, standing not far away, didn't even have time to react; they only felt an irresistible, massive force slam into them!

"Argh!" Kami only had time to let out a short cry before his elderly body was blown away like a leaf in a gale, slamming heavily into the wall of the distant temple with a "bang," then sliding down in a disheveled heap, his cane flying far away.

Mr. Popo's dark figure didn't escape the same fate; he was swept up by the violent shockwave, tumbling in the air several times before landing on the hard floor with a "thud."

The entire magnificent and sturdy Kami's Lookout, in the face of this sudden eruption of power that seemed capable of shaking the stars, emitted a low, continuous hum of being pushed to its limit! The white ground trembled violently, fine dust fell from the dome, and those seemingly sturdy temple decorations swayed wildly!

The Kami's Lookout seemed to be experiencing divine punishment!

"AAAAHHHH!!!!!--"

From the center of the pillar of light came Vitelli's roar of rage and ultimate catharsis, as if he were tearing his own chest apart!

The golden aura around him danced and surged wildly, its form changing drastically. His originally ink-black, spiky short hair was now pulled by an invisible force, standing on end, and in the golden light, it faded from black at a visible speed, dyed in a dazzling, pure golden hue!

He snapped his tightly closed eyes open! His pupils vanished into the golden light for a moment, leaving only terrifying whites of the eyes, while the veins on his forehead bulged like knotted, angry dragons! His muscles strained to the limit under the golden light, and his bones emitted crackling explosions!

"Damn it!!! HAAAA!!!!!!!!--"

Accompanied by this heart-wrenching scream that seemed to shatter the firmament, Vitelli's transformation was finally complete!

The blinding golden light became slightly more restrained, yet it still circled his body like a burning flame, forming a layer of violent golden fire.

His hair, which had shot toward the sky, had completely turned into burning gold! His emerald-green pupils re-condensed, like two cold jade stones embedded in a face that appeared even more chiseled and filled with wild beauty due to the surge in power.

An indescribable, powerful, and oppressive aura swept across the entire temple like a storm!

Super Saiyan—Vitelli!

He hovered half a foot off the ground, looking down slightly, surprised as he watched his hands wreathed in golden aura, feeling the violent power surging within him like a vast ocean—dozens of times stronger than before!

The bottleneck that had troubled him for so long was as fragile as thin paper in the face of this power!

Ecstasy instantly overwhelmed him!

However, after the ecstasy, an extremely absurd thought crossed his mind—he had successfully transformed!

But the reason he successfully transformed into a Super Saiyan... was because he felt extremely stifled and angry about being unable to transform?! What kind of logic was this? Angry because he couldn't transform, which ultimately led to a successful transformation?

This logic was a perfect closed loop! It could be called the most bizarre operation in the history of Saiyan transformations!

Vitelli hovered in mid-air, feeling the explosive power within him. His golden hair moved without wind amidst the aura, and his emerald pupils swept across the devastated temple plaza, finally landing on Kami, who was struggling to crawl up in the distance, covered in dust and looking as terrified as if he had seen a ghost.

The corner of his mouth slowly curled into a... complex arc that was hard to describe.

Was this really the result of being angry at himself for being unable to get angry, which then led to a successful transformation?

What the hell... that works too?!

The moment Vitelli completed his Super Saiyan transformation, an indescribably terrifying aura swept across the entire Earth like an invisible tsunami, centered on Kami's Lookout atop Korin Tower!

This aura was powerful, violent, and filled with a destructive sense of oppression.

Inside the Kame House located on the ocean, Master Roshi was hunched over in an incredibly lecherous posture, his old face pressed almost against the television screen, mesmerized as he watched a replay of the latest Global Aerobics Tournament.

Suddenly, he felt an irresistible, violent aura slam down upon him! His body tilted backward uncontrollably, and he landed hard on his backside with a thud, his sunglasses sliding askew.

"Ouch!"

He let out a pained cry, struggling for a long time before he could scramble back up, the lecherous excitement on his face instantly replaced by extreme horror.

He rushed to the window, his cloudy old eyes fixed intently on the direction of Korin Tower, cold sweat instantly soaking the back of his floral shirt.

"This... this aura... is it that kid Vitelli's?! How could it... how could it be so terrifying?!"

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

The power Vitelli had displayed at the martial arts tournament was like a Fire Fly compared to the bright moon in the face of this aura!

Just then, Krillin walked in, pushing the door open with a bulging wallet in hand, beaming with joy: "Master Mutaito, my part-time training is finished! The boss said I was fast and efficient at moving bricks, so he paid me triple wages!"

He caught sight of Master Roshi's disheveled appearance and pale face, and froze, "Master, what happened to you? Did you throw your back out again?"

Master Roshi finally managed to pull himself together from the aftermath of that heart-stopping aura. He took a few deep breaths, struggling to calm his racing heart, and shook his head with a complex expression:

"No... nothing. It's just... I'm getting old, my legs aren't what they used to be."

Only after taking the wallet Krillin handed him did he manage to force a smile, "Well done, Krillin. Launch left some food for you in the fridge; remember to heat it up yourself."

After Krillin left, looking puzzled, Master Roshi looked back out at the seemingly calm sky, the shock on his face refusing to fade.

His fingers, gripping the windowsill, turned slightly white as he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "So... that punch... was nowhere near your limit after all... Vitelli... just what kind of person are you?"