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

"Whis! Mr. Whis! Can you hear me?"

"I have prepared the most exquisite and delicious delicacies in the entire universe right here!"

"Mr. Whis! I have some truly, truly delicious food here that will absolutely make you jump for joy!"

"Whis..."

Time ticked away second by second, and Vitelli's calls echoed incessantly throughout the opulent dining hall.

Aside from the occasional accidental noise from Bulma and Goku, only his own voice reverberated through the room.

The curiosity on Bulma's face was gradually replaced by bewilderment; she crossed her arms, her delicate brows knitting together.

Goku, meanwhile, grew increasingly impatient. He secretly tugged at the corner of Bulma's clothes, leaned toward her ear, and muttered in a volume he thought was very quiet:

"Bulma... has Vitelli gone crazy? I heard Grandpa say that some animals in the forest, if they go mad, will just keep calling out to the sky or the trees... Vitelli seems just like them right now."

Bulma nearly laughed out loud at Goku's comparison. She quickly covered her mouth, glared at him, and whispered in a low voice:

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense! Maybe... maybe he's performing some kind of special... um... pre-meal ritual?"

Even as she said it, she felt it sounded a bit ridiculous.

Vitelli naturally heard Goku's words, and a vein throbbed on his forehead, but he forced himself to endure it and continued calling out.

However, half an hour passed, and let alone an angel, he hadn't even seen a single hair.

Could it be that he really didn't hear?

Or perhaps... this Dragon Ball universe wasn't the main universe? Did the God of Destruction and the angels not exist here at all? Was this a timeline from GT?

Or... was it just a parallel universe without gods? Vitelli's heart sank bit by bit.

If that were the case, he would likely have to change his path toward seeking a higher realm.

"Sigh..."

He let out a breath, preparing to give up on this seemingly foolish endeavor.

Turning around, he looked helplessly at the expectant Goku and Bulma, who wore an "I'm just watching your performance" expression, and said:

"Forget it, it seems no one is responding. Let's start—"

Before the words "eating" could fully leave his lips—

Swish!

A faint, subtle sound emerged from the air in the center of the dining hall without any warning.

Immediately following, a tall, slender figure appeared directly in front of Vitelli as if by instant transmission!

He held a uniquely shaped Scepter and possessed a long, upright physique.

His skin was a strange blue-green hue. Most striking was his thick, white, broom-like hair.

"Ho ho ho~" The newcomer let out a unique and rhythmic chuckle, his voice gentle, as if carrying a soothing quality.

He looked with great interest at the stunned Vitelli, the dumbfounded Bulma, and Goku, who had no idea what was going on.

"How rare," he began, "I didn't expect that in the lower realms, there would still be mortals who remember my name and know how to call me in such... an enticing way. This 'sincerity' is truly impossible to refuse."

Vitelli's pupils contracted sharply the moment he saw the person!

Whis!

The attendant to the God of Destruction Beerus, the angel of Universe 7, a being truly above the God of Destruction!

This... he really came?!

The immense shock and the ensuing ecstasy instantly washed away all of Vitelli's previous doubts and disappointment.

He suppressed his inner excitement, trying to make himself look calm, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his current mood.

"Ahem," Vitelli cleared his throat, a smile as polite as possible appearing on his face, "Mr. Whis, hello. I am very glad to have received your response."

He stepped aside, gesturing toward the massive dining table behind him that radiated temptation, where the fruits of labor from several of Earth's top chefs were gathered.

Those delicacies shimmered under the carefully arranged lights, and the aroma permeated the air as if it were tangible.

"Since things have come to this... shall we eat first?"

The moment Vitelli finished speaking, Whis's gaze locked firmly onto the dining table.

The curiosity in his deep eyes was quickly replaced by an indescribable, pure radiance—it was the longing and anticipation for ultimate deliciousness!

"Ho ho ho~" Whis chuckled again, tapping his Scepter lightly against the floor with a crisp "clack."

"That is truly an offer I cannot refuse. Then, pardon my intrusion!"

Before the words faded, his figure appeared beside the head of the table without stirring a single gust of wind.

Vitelli felt a chill in his heart, gaining a more intuitive understanding of an angel's power.

He immediately signaled for Bulma and Goku to take their seats. Bulma suppressed the shock in her heart and pulled the still-bewildered Goku to sit at the position below Whis.

Vitelli sat on the other side of Whis.

"Mr. Whis, please, help yourself." Vitelli gestured toward the table.

Whis nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the dazzling array of dishes before finally settling on a "Steamed Sea Fish," plated with exquisite precision and emitting a soft, alluring luster.

He extended his slender fingers to pick up the knife and fork already laid out on the table, then, with an incredibly elegant motion, speared a small piece of the snow-white, delicate fish and gently brought it to his lips.

The moment the fish touched his taste buds—

Whis's purple eyes, usually filled with a sense of languid depth, suddenly lit up! It was as if stars had exploded within them!

His entire body seemed to have been hit with a pause button, his chewing motion stalling for a fraction of a second.

Immediately, an indescribable expression, a mixture of ultimate pleasure and astonishment, surfaced on his calm face.

He tilted his head back slightly and closed his eyes, as if savoring a delicacy from the dawn of the universe.

"Mmm~~~~~!!!" A long, satisfied sigh, seemingly laced with a faint tremor, escaped his lips.

"This... is actually this fresh and sweet!"

Whis opened his eyes, his purple pupils shimmering with pleasant surprise.

"The texture is as delicate as cream, melting the moment it touches the tongue, as if dissolving into a clear spring! The distinct, crisp sweetness of the sea fish has been perfectly brought out; there is not a hint of fishiness, only the pure, harmonious fragrance of the ocean and the meat! Ho ho ho~ To think a chef on Earth could cook a dish of this caliber! Truly astonishing!"

He did not hesitate to offer the highest praise, his knife and fork once again reaching elegantly and swiftly toward the next dish—

A "Charcoal-Grilled Rib" with a golden, crispy exterior, pink and juicy on the inside, drizzled with a secret sauce.

When the ribs, infused with the smoky aroma of fruitwood and rich meaty flavors, entered his mouth, Whis's expression underwent another sublimation.

As he cut and ate with rapid, graceful movements, he commented in his unique, melodic tone:

"Oh! The aroma of this fat! It explodes in the mouth! The unique chewiness of the beast meat combines perfectly with the rich, succulent fat, while the complex flavors of the secret sauce layer upon layer, the slight acidity of the fruit perfectly neutralizing the greasiness... Ho ho ho~ This flavor, both rugged and refined, is truly impossible to resist!"

He was like the most devout yet discerning food critic, accurately pinpointing the essence of every dish and the chef's dedication with every bite.

His movements appeared unhurried, yet his efficiency was astonishing; the dishes on the table vanished at a visible rate. Bulma watched, dumbfounded, forgetting even to eat the salad in front of her.

Finally, once Whis had finished tasting every dish on the table, he picked up his napkin and elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth.

Whis's deep purple eyes swept over the empty, pristine plates, and a pure, almost childlike sense of satisfaction appeared on his face.

He let out a signature chuckle of delight, his gaze, sharp with insight, finally landing on Vitelli.

"Such meticulous preparation, such a rich and delicious reception... Mr. Vitelli, I suspect this isn't just about inviting me to taste Earth's cuisine, is it?"

His voice remained smooth, yet it carried a power that seemed to see through the heart, causing Vitelli's pulse to quicken involuntarily.

Vitelli took a deep breath, knowing the critical moment had arrived.

He stood up and said with candid sincerity:

"You are right, Mr. Whis. I do have a request."

He looked directly into Whis's eyes and said clearly, word for word:

"I yearn to become stronger, to touch the deeper essence of power. I... would like to ask you to guide my training!"

"Training?" The satisfaction on Whis's face faded slightly, replaced by an expression that was both expected and slightly troubled.

"Teaching a mortal to train... that sounds like quite a hassle."

Whis tilted his head slightly, his tone tinged with reluctance.

"It requires planning, monitoring progress, making adjustments... and besides..."

He glanced at the vast energy within Vitelli, which far exceeded that of an ordinary Earthling.

"Teaching a Saiyan like you would likely be far more taxing than teaching an ordinary mortal. This isn't something that can be settled with just a meal, you know."

He shook his head gently, clearly uninterested in the request, and prepared to have Vitelli choose something else. "How about you..."

"Mr. Whis!"

A crisp female voice interrupted him. Bulma stood up, her sapphire eyes sparkling with intelligence.

She knew of Vitelli's persistent pursuit of strength and understood that the power held by this mysterious man was Vitelli's goal.

She walked to Vitelli's side and offered Whis a smile that carried the weight of a negotiation:

"Teaching Vitelli might be a bit of a hassle for you. But if you are willing to agree to this request, in return, I can guarantee—every few days, whenever it is convenient for you, we will prepare a table of top-tier cuisine that is in no way inferior to today's, and perhaps even more thoughtful! Whatever you wish to taste, we will do our best to present it to you! How about that?"

"Ho ho ho?!"

The moment Bulma finished speaking, Whis's eyes seemed to light up!

A radiance far more brilliant than when he had first seen the food erupted from his languid pupils! His Scepter even gave a slight wobble.

"A feast every few days, no less than today's, or even better?"

For the first time, there was a hint of imperceptible wavering in Whis's voice.

He subconsciously licked his lips, as if reliving those unforgettable flavors.

Bulma smiled confidently; she knew her bargaining chip had struck his weakness.

Whis's gaze darted back and forth between Bulma and Vitelli several times.

Finally, as if he had just endured an incredibly difficult internal struggle, he sighed with a sense of resignation.

"Ho ho ho... I really don't know what to do with you all."

Whis spread his hands in a helpless gesture. "In consideration of this young lady's sincerity, and for the sake of... well, the future agreement, I shall reluctantly accept this troublesome task."

"That's wonderful! Thank you, Whis!" Vitelli was overjoyed, immediately rising to offer his thanks.

A look of relief washed over Bulma's face as well.

"I want to go too! Whis! I want to go train too!"

Goku, standing to the side, had long since been unable to contain himself. Hearing that someone as powerful as Vitelli was going to train with this person, he jumped up in excitement.

He pointed a finger at himself, his eyes filled with longing.

Whis turned his gaze toward Goku, his purple eyes lingering on him for a moment, as if peering through to his very essence in an instant.

"Ho ho ho~" Whis chuckled and shook his head slightly, his expression carrying a hint of disdain, as if one troublemaker was already enough.

"Mr. Goku, you still have a long way to go. Your journey has only just begun, and your foundation is still too shallow. Going to that place now would do you no good; in fact, you might even be crushed by the 'aura' there."

His tone left no room for argument.

"Wait until you become like the person beside you..."

Whis gestured toward Vitelli, his tone tinged with mischief.

"Yes, when you are as strong as he is 'right now,' then you can consider this question."

After being rejected, Goku's face fell instantly, but only a few seconds later, that disappointment was cast to the back of his mind.

He rubbed his rumbling stomach, and his eyes lit up once more.

"Ah! That's right! I haven't had my fill yet!"

Goku let out a shout, forgetting all about being denied training, and bolted toward the kitchen like a gust of wind.

"The kitchen! There's definitely still food in the kitchen!"

Watching his energetic figure dash away, Vitelli and Bulma both shared a helpless smile.