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

She sighed, then reached back to clasp Vitelli's hand, saying with a tone of resignation, "Fine, fine! Who else but me would have picked a man like you! Eat all you want, I've got plenty!"

Vitelli looked at the adorable "I can't do anything with you" expression on Bulma's face, pulled her gently into his arms, and laughed, "It's not for me to eat. I'm just running an experiment; I'll tell you once it succeeds tomorrow."

"Eh?" Bulma pouted, throwing herself into his arms in a spoiled manner. The two snuggled on the wide beach chair, gazing together at the sky dyed golden-red by the setting sun.

Vitelli rested his chin lightly on the crown of Bulma's head, his emerald pupils reflecting the brilliant sunset, as well as a trace of contemplation and anticipation for the unknown.

"I hope tomorrow..." he whispered to himself, his voice dissipating into the gentle breeze, "...everything goes smoothly."

Early morning at Brief Manor was immersed in a deep quiet, with sunlight casting warm patches of light onto the floor through the gaps in the curtains.

Vitelli and Bulma slept in each other's arms, their breathing steady and peaceful.

For once, Vitelli hadn't risen early to head to the Gravity Chamber, choosing instead to enjoy this hard-won laziness in bed.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of urgent, powerful knocks erupted outside the bedroom door like a string of firecrackers!

"Vitelli! Are you up? Are you up? Vitelli! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Goku's energetic, booming voice and the thunderous knocking pierced straight through the door, drilling directly into their ears.

"Ugh..."

Bulma frowned in annoyance, muttered a complaint, and subconsciously burrowed deeper into Vitelli's arms, burying her face in his chest.

Vitelli was jolted awake, the sleepiness in his brow vanishing instantly as the veins on his temple throbbed involuntarily.

He carefully extracted the arm Bulma had been using as a pillow, sat up gingerly, and looked at Bulma, who was still groggy and knitting her delicate brows from the noise. "It's fine, keep sleeping," he whispered. "I'm going to see what that dog-thing is doing so early in the morning."

His tone was brimming with irritation.

Bulma nodded groggily, looking like a sleepy cat, pulled the quilt over her head, and drifted back into dreamland.

Vitelli pulled the door open with a jerk, radiating a low-pressure aura.

Outside, Goku's face, plastered with excitement, came into view.

"Vitelli! I've gotten stronger! That iron house of yours is so useful! I feel like..."

Goku couldn't wait to share his training results, chattering away incessantly.

Without a word, Vitelli struck like lightning, precisely grabbing Goku's chubby cheeks and twisting them hard!

"Ow!" Goku yelped, but his excitement didn't wane, as if he were already accustomed to this way of "greeting" from Vitelli.

"You dog-thing! What are you doing disturbing people's sleep so early in the morning?!" Vitelli hissed, his voice low and vicious.

"I got stronger, Vitelli!"

Goku didn't care about his pinched cheeks, his voice remaining loud. "Really! That iron house is amazing! Punching inside it feels completely different!"

Watching Goku's excitement, Vitelli felt his temple throbbing.

He simply grabbed Goku by the back of his collar, hoisted him up like an unruly puppy, and tossed him onto the sofa in the spacious living room.

"Alright, alright! Shut up! I'm going to wash up! Whatever you have to say, wait until I'm done!"

Vitelli said irritably, turning toward the bathroom while grumbling to himself, "Honestly, so he got a little stronger? Is it worth getting this excited? Country bumpkin from Earth..."

He seemed to have forgotten the excitement he felt when he first grew stronger, desperate to find someone to share it with, only to be frustrated by the lack of anyone suitable to talk to back on Planet Vegeta.

Just as he entered the bathroom, Goku's voice chased after him: "Vitelli! I'm so hungry! I haven't eaten since I started training last night!"

Vitelli paused, rolled his eyes in exasperation, and shouted toward the living room: "Got it! Wait!"

He then used the smart home system to order the robot butler to prepare a hearty breakfast before yawning and starting his morning routine.

By the time he returned to the living room, refreshed and clean, Goku was already sitting at the massive dining table, launching a whirlwind assault on a table full of food.

Watching the exaggerated way he ate and the mountain of food disappearing rapidly, Vitelli rubbed his own stomach; although he wasn't very hungry after just waking up, but...

"Since I'm already here," he muttered, pulling out a chair and joining the fray.

The commotion of the two devouring their meal caught the attention of Mrs. Brief, who was meticulously tending to her flowers and small animals in the garden.

She set down her small gardening shears and walked curiously into the dining room.

"Ara~ such a big appetite so early in the morning, little Vitelli?"

Mrs. Brief looked at the spectacular scene on the dining table with a smile, her gaze then falling on the unfamiliar Goku. "And who is this cute little friend?"

After swallowing his food, Vitelli introduced him: "Morning, Mrs. Brief. This is Goku, a friend I met back when Bulma and I were searching for the Dragon Ball."

"Ara~ so it's Goku-chan!"

Mrs. Brief immediately showed great enthusiasm, leaning in toward Goku and reaching out to ruffle his hedgehog-like hair as she watched him eat with such gusto. "How cute! Eat plenty, there's still plenty of food in the house!"

Goku, his mouth stuffed full, replied indistinctly: "Mmph! Thank you, big sister!"

"Big sister?" Mrs. Brief was stunned for a moment, then burst into a fit of giggles, unable to stop laughing at the unexpected address.

"Oh my, what a sweet mouth! He really knows how to talk!"

Vitelli watched from the side, secretly startled: Good lad! To actually be so perceptive of the human heart! This child is terrifyingly formidable!

The breakfast, which had been so lavish it was staggering, finally came to an end.

Vitelli brought Goku to the Gravity Chamber in the backyard.

"How many times gravity can you adapt to now?" Vitelli asked.

Goku counted on his fingers carefully before saying, "Five times!"

Vitelli nodded and entered a command into the control panel: "Hum..."

The lights inside the Gravity Chamber dimmed slightly, and an invisible pressure instantly enveloped the entire space.

To Vitelli, this level of gravity was like a gentle breeze brushing against his face.

He looked at Goku and saw that the other was still standing straight, his breathing steady; clearly, he had completely adapted to the five-times gravity environment.

"Not bad," a glimmer of approval flashed in Vitelli's eyes. "To stably adapt to five-times gravity in just one day, you truly live up to your name, Kakarot."

Receiving the praise, Goku immediately grinned and excitedly rubbed his hands together: "Come on, Vitelli! Let's spar! I want to see exactly how big the gap is between us!"

"Hmm... alright, let's give it a try."

Vitelli didn't waste words. He walked to the center of the arena, crossed his arms over his chest, and lifted his chin slightly, perfectly replicating the "I am invincible" posturing of the future Vegeta he remembered.

He crooked a finger at Goku: "Come at me with everything you've got. Let me see your progress, Goku!"

Goku's gaze sharpened, and he immediately assumed the classic stance of the Turtle Hermit Style.

"Here I come! Ha!" With a loud shout, his figure moved like lightning, throwing a punch straight at Vitelli's face!

Vitelli stood his ground, his body motionless; he simply raised a hand and caught Goku's swift punch with precision.

With a slight flick of his wrist, he tossed Goku away as if he were a sandbag!

"Use your real skills! You dog, are you still holding back in front of me?" Vitelli's voice carried a hint of exasperation.

Goku performed a nimble backflip in the air and landed, the ease on his face replaced by a serious expression.

He stopped testing the waters and exploded with speed!

Countless fist shadows enveloped Vitelli like a torrential storm, accompanied by his "A-da-da-da" shouts!

Vitelli's lips curled upward: "That's more like it."

He remained standing in place, his body swaying slightly like a ghost, his feet not moving even an inch.

Every one of Goku's punches grazed his clothes, failing to make contact even once!

Seeing Vitelli dodge his full-force attack so easily, Goku gritted his teeth and let out a low shout: "Afterimage Technique!"

Swish, swish, swish!

Instantly, seven or eight afterimages of Goku appeared around Vitelli, all throwing punches at once! With the real and the fake mixed together, an ordinary enemy would surely be dazzled.

Vitelli couldn't even be bothered to distinguish them, his tone tinged with disappointment: "Really, Goku? You think you can confuse me with a cheap trick like this?"

Just as he spoke, the real Goku had silently circled behind him!

Goku clasped his hands together, a flash of excitement in his eyes.

Taking advantage of Vitelli's attention seemingly being on the afterimages in front, he shouted: "Rock, Paper, Scissors! Ha!!!"

A punch, condensing most of his strength, smashed fiercely toward the back of Vitelli's head!

However, it was as if Vitelli had eyes in the back of his head.

He didn't turn around at all; he simply tilted his head casually to the side, and the fierce blast of energy whistled past his ear!

At the same time, his right leg lashed out like a scorpion's tail, delivering a lightning-fast kick toward the Goku behind him!

"Bang!"

The kick landed squarely on the head of Goku, who was momentarily frozen from missing his strike!

"Ya--!" Goku didn't even have time to block. He let out a miserable cry and went flying backward like a kite with a broken string, rolling across the ground in a sorry state.

"So... so strong!" Goku clutched his dizzy head, grimacing as he climbed back up.

He rubbed his cheek, which was stinging from the kick, but his eyes burned even hotter as he crouched low again.

In an instant, he stomped his feet, the ground trembling slightly, and he lunged at Vitelli again with even fiercer momentum, like an arrow released from a bow!

"Ha! A-da-da-da!!!"

A more dense and powerful combination of punches and kicks enveloped Vitelli once more!

"Oh? Is this really all you've got, Goku?"

Vitelli's voice remained flat.

This time, he didn't dodge. The moment Goku's fist shadows were about to land, his hands darted out with the precision of a butterfly among flowers, firmly grabbing both of Goku's wrists!

Simultaneously, his right foot lifted like lightning, delivering a heavy, powerful front kick that slammed into Goku's defenseless stomach!

"Ugh-wah--!" Goku let out a painful howl, his body flying backward as if struck by a high-speed truck, curling into a ball before crashing heavily to the ground.

He clutched his stomach, curled up, and couldn't climb back up for a long time, only able to let out pained whimpers.

Watching Goku struggle, Vitelli did not pursue.

He knew this stubborn kid was still far from his limit.

Sure enough, after panting for a moment, Goku endured the searing pain and slowly climbed up from the ground.

This time, he did not rashly charge in to attack again.

He lowered his head and silently pulled his hands to his waist, palms facing each other. A powerful energy began to gather between his palms, emitting a dazzling blue light!

Ka~

me~

ha~!!!

Goku's voice was low and firm, carrying the resolve of someone burning their bridges!

Seeing Goku strike such a desperate pose, a flash of appreciation crossed Vitelli's eyes.

He did not want to just wave his hand and crush the ultimate technique his opponent had poured all his strength into; that would be too demoralizing.

Sighing, Vitelli abandoned the thought of easily breaking the move and slowly raised his hands, palms facing forward in front of his chest.

"Since you want to clash beams... fine then."

Vitelli's voice carried a sense of anticipation.

After all, a beam clash! That is the ultimate romance for a man!!!

His palms also began to gather a terrifying white light!

White~

Heat~!!!

The auras on both their bodies surged wildly, the powerful energy fluctuations causing the air inside the Gravity Chamber to distort! The light grew increasingly intense, illuminating the entire space as if it were broad daylight!