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

"Ka... me... ha... me... HA!!!" Goku poured every ounce of his strength into the Kamehameha, thrusting the condensed energy forward with a roar!

"Me... te... or... HA!!!" Vitelli unleashed his own attack simultaneously! He deliberately suppressed the vast majority of his power, releasing a ki signature that matched Goku's blow for blow.

BOOM—!!!!

The massive blue and white pillars of energy collided in the center of the Gravity Chamber like two roaring dragons!

A deafening explosion erupted instantly! The violent shockwave of energy surged outward like a tangible tsunami!

Hum! Hum! Hum!

The Gravity Chamber's specialized alloy walls groaned under the unbearable strain, instantly spiderwebbing with cracks!

Sparks showered from the control panel! The gravity field, set to five times normal, collapsed and malfunctioned under the sheer intensity of the energy impact! The entire Gravity Chamber became like a detonating bomb!

Rumble—!!!

The terrifying tremors centered on Brief Manor instantly swept across the surrounding kilometers!

The earth shook violently like a sieve! Houses swayed, furniture toppled, and glass windows shattered one after another!

People on the streets screamed in terror, clutching their heads as they scrambled for cover!

"An earthquake! It's an earthquake!"

"Run!"

Inside the main manor, Bulma, who had just been taking a nap in her pajamas, was jolted awake by the violent shaking and the terrifying roar!

She watched as dust and ornaments rained down from the ceiling and cracks spread across the walls, her face turning pale with fright!

"What is going on?!"

Bulma shrieked, scrambling off the bed without a care for her appearance, instinctively diving under a sturdy solid wood table.

"I thought this house was supposed to withstand a magnitude ten earthquake?! Help me, Vitelli!!!"

In the manor's garden, Dr. Brief and Mrs. Brief were huddled on the ground with their pets, their faces pale as they clutched their heads, enduring the tremors.

Inside the Gravity Chamber, Vitelli realized something was wrong the moment their energies collided!

He had underestimated the destructive power that the leaked energy shockwave would have on the environment, even with his power suppressed!

Seeing the walls crumble and feeling the earth shake, his expression shifted violently!

"Oh no!"

Without hesitation, he forcibly retracted his "White Heat Meteor"! Pushing against Goku's still-ongoing Kamehameha, he blurred into an afterimage and lunged directly in front of Goku!

THUD!

Vitelli delivered a precise, lightning-fast chop to the nape of Goku's neck!

Goku, fully focused on outputting his energy, didn't even have time to grunt before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the floor, his energy wave cutting off instantly.

Ignoring the unconscious Goku, Vitelli smashed a massive hole through the cracked alloy wall and rushed toward Bulma's bedroom in a panic!

He only let out a long sigh of relief after seeing that Bulma and Dr. Brief and Mrs. Brief were unharmed.

The violent tremors finally subsided. The people around Brief Manor stood in a daze, their hearts still pounding with lingering fear.

The interior of the manor was a wreck, as if it had been swept by a hurricane.

"So! This 'earthquake' was caused by you and Goku being careless during your spar?!!"

In the living room, Bulma, now changed but with her hair still a mess, was angrily tugging on Vitelli's ear, her beautiful blue eyes blazing with fury!

"Do you have any idea that I was almost crushed by the ceiling?! You jerk, Vitelli!!! Why do you have to fight so intensely at home?! Do you think you're tired of this house and want a new one, or do you think I'm not pretty enough and want a new wom—mmph..."

Bulma's angry interrogation was cut short by Vitelli, who silenced her with a sudden, passionate kiss.

The kiss was filled with deep apology and lingering fear, as well as Vitelli's gentle reassurance.

Bulma struggled for a moment before finally softening in his arms. After a long while, the two slowly pulled apart.

Seeing the "I've learned my lesson, please spare me" expression on Vitelli's face, Bulma realized she had almost said something she shouldn't have in her anger. She gave a heavy "Hmph," swatted his hand away, and couldn't be bothered to nag him further.

She immediately pulled out her phone and dialed the number for the construction company under Capsule Corp, ordering them in an unquestionable tone to send their best engineering team over to clean up the mess and repair the manor!

After a series of swift arrangements and scoldings, Vitelli cautiously pointed toward the Gravity Chamber: "Uh... Goku is still in there... lying on the floor, I think?"

Bulma glared at him before following him to the ruins of the Gravity Chamber.

Amidst the wreckage, it took them a while to find Goku, who was curled up in a corner, still unconscious and even letting out a faint snore.

"Honestly, you two..."

Bulma looked at the "peaceful" sleeping Goku, then at Vitelli, who wore an "I have deeply reflected" expression, and felt a wave of helplessness wash over her.

She took a deep breath, comforting herself internally: Forget it, don't be angry, don't be angry... This is the man I chose, what else can I do? I just have to spoil him...

She put her hands on her hips and issued an ultimatum to Vitelli: "From now on! Absolutely! Absolutely no fighting at home! And definitely no more house-demolishing stunts! Do you hear me?!"

"Yes! Understood!!! I guarantee there won't be a next time!!!" Vitelli stood at attention and answered firmly, his attitude perfectly upright.

Seeing him like that, the anger in Bulma's heart finally subsided.

She rubbed her temples, looking at the devastated manor, and sighed helplessly:

"Honestly, I had already booked several top-tier chefs to come over at noon to prepare a lavish lunch. Now, with the house in such a mess, there's no way to host anyone."

After a moment of thought, she quickly made a decision:

"Forget it, let's stay at that lakeside manor in the suburbs for a while. The environment is nice, and it's spacious enough. As for the chefs... I'll just have them bring their ingredients and equipment to the suburbs this afternoon."

As she spoke, she was already rapidly sending instructions on her phone, arranging for the entire family's relocation.

Vitelli watched Bulma handle the mess with such clear-headed efficiency, and he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He couldn't help but secretly rejoice: Thank goodness, thank goodness I found a little rich girl like Bulma! Being the boyfriend of the Capsule Corp heiress is just the best!

His gaze fell upon Son Goku, who was fast asleep, and remembering the Son Goku from the original story who was kept strictly in line by Chi-Chi, he couldn't help but let a mischievous smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

The trajectory of fate seemed to have shifted significantly under the influence of this "butterfly."

Hoisting the unconscious Son Goku over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, Vitelli followed Bulma as she began directing the robots and servants to pack the necessary luggage.

The whole family boarded the spacious, luxurious aircraft, the engines emitting a low roar as they prepared to fly toward the pleasant suburban manor.

As for Son Goku? Naturally, he had to be brought along; they couldn't just leave him in the ruins.

The aircraft slowly ascended, and Vitelli looked through the porthole at the Brief Manor below, which looked like a post-war scene, and rubbed his temples in resignation.

"I was planning to use gourmet food to try and summon Whis..."

He muttered to himself, his gaze drifting into the distance, "I'll just have to wait until we're settled this afternoon, or maybe later."

He hoped that the legendary angel was truly the foodie he imagined, someone who couldn't resist the temptation of fine cuisine.

In the suburbs of West City, a massive lake reflected the blue sky and white clouds like a mirror embedded in green jade.

By the lakeside, a sprawling manor rested quietly on the lush grass, backed by verdant mountains, its environment as tranquil as a paradise.

Vitelli carried the still-slumbering Son Goku off the aircraft, his eyes sweeping over the magnificent manor nestled between the mountains and the water, and he couldn't help but marvel once more:

"As expected of Bulma... the scale of this temporary residence is just absurd."

Bulma directed the robotic servants to quickly enter the manor, and seeing Vitelli carrying Son Goku, she immediately waved at him:

"Hey, Vitelli! Take Son Goku to the guest room and let him keep sleeping. Remember the time, don't get lost in your training and forget. The chefs will be here with the ingredients and equipment soon!"

"Got it, don't worry."

Vitelli nodded, lugging Son Goku as he followed the robotic servants into the manor to a spacious, comfortable guest room, where he dumped Son Goku onto the soft bed.

Watching Son Goku smack his lips, roll over, and continue his deep slumber, Vitelli sighed helplessly, "You brat, you really are a troublemaker."

After settling Son Goku, Vitelli didn't immediately return to the living room to find Bulma. Since it was still early, he decided to use this gap to get some training in.

In the manor's backyard, the slightly dated first-generation Gravity Chamber had already been quickly assembled by the robots.

Vitelli walked inside and skillfully operated the control panel, cranking the gravity index straight to the machine's limit—three hundred times Earth's gravity.

Hum—

An invisible, immense pressure instantly enveloped his entire body! Vitelli's frame sank slightly.

For him, whose combat power in his base state was already unfathomable, three hundred times gravity was more like a warm-up to awaken his body's vitality and maintain his combat instincts.

Sweat quickly seeped out, and his muscles trembled slightly under the extreme pressure, bringing a familiar, satisfying sense of fulfillment.

He took a deep breath and began the most basic push-ups, each movement swift and powerful; in the blink of an eye, he had done hundreds.

Time flowed slowly amidst the sweat. After an unknown amount of time, the Gravity Chamber's built-in communicator chimed.

Vitelli stopped his movements, stood up, and went to the console to answer.

"Vitelli!"

Bulma's voice came through clearly, "The chef team I asked for has arrived, and the ingredients are mostly prepped. We're all in the dining room, you should come over too!"

"Alright, coming."

Vitelli replied and hung up. He shut down the gravity system, and the heavy pressure on his body vanished instantly, bringing a comfortable sense of lightness.

He quickly went to the shower room to rinse off the sweat, changed into a clean casual outfit, and then left the Gravity Chamber.

He walked toward the luxuriously decorated dining room in the center of the manor.

As soon as he entered, the rich, enticing aroma of food wafted over him.

On the massive long dining table, a dazzling array of dishes was laid out like works of art.

Exquisite cold appetizers, mouth-watering roasted ribs, fragrant seafood risotto, mountains of assorted sushi, and delicate desserts topped with berries...

Top-tier chefs from all over the world were still in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the plating and garnishes.

In the corner of the dining room, Son Goku, who had already woken up, was staring longingly at the table, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, a trail of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Bulma was busy directing the servants to adjust the placement of tableware and decorative flowers, ensuring the entire scene was perfect.

"You're here!"

Seeing Vitelli, Bulma immediately asked, "Is it time to eat now? Or... is that thing you kept secret from me about to start?"

Her blue eyes were filled with curiosity and a hint of anticipation that Vitelli failed to notice.

Vitelli did not answer immediately, his gaze sweeping over the dining table before he nodded in satisfaction.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught Goku sneaking his hand out, actually attempting to swipe a pork rib closest to him...

"Kakarot!"

Vitelli's voice was full of exasperation. "You brat! No stealing food! It's not time to eat yet!"

"Oh..."

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Goku retracted his hand at lightning speed and let out a pitiful response, though his eyes remained glued to the dining table.

Vitelli walked over, caught between laughter and tears, and gave him a sharp rap on the head without ceremony.

"Ouch! That hurts, Vitelli!" Goku cried out, clutching his head.

"It's supposed to hurt!" Vitelli retorted irritably.

"I have a major use for this spread! It concerns... well, it concerns something very important! Once it's done, I guarantee you can eat your fill! For now, just stay put!"

With that, he pushed the reluctant but daring-not-to-resist Goku toward Bulma. "Bulma, keep an eye on him. Don't let him cause any trouble."

Bulma stifled a laugh and grabbed Goku by the back of his collar.

"Did you hear that, Goku? Behave, or you won't get a share when we finally eat."

Having settled the unstable variable that was Goku, Vitelli took a deep breath, picked up a plate of delicious food, and walked to the center of the dining room, holding it out before him.

The gazes of Bulma and Goku were both fixed on him, filled with curiosity—

Bulma was curious about what he was up to, while Goku was simply curious about when he could eat.

Vitelli cleared his throat, his expression becoming focused, tilting his head slightly as if he were on a phone call.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the exquisite ceiling of the manor, casting toward the boundless starry sky.