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

"Hiss--!"

Vitelli clutched his throbbing head, wincing as he steadied himself. He glared with resentment at Whis, who remained as smiley as ever.

"Whis! You actually ambushed me! That's dishonorable! Picking on a young man who was just about to sneeze!"

"Oh my~"

Whis covered his mouth, letting out a delighted chuckle.

"Vitelli-san's way of speaking is becoming more and more amusing. Truly, you are the kind of person who could make an excellent woman like Bulma fall head over heels for you."

If Whis hadn't brought that up, it would have been fine, but the mention of it made Vitelli instantly bristle.

"You dare bring that up! Whis! Are you a dog?! We finally made it back to Earth last week, and we brought back so many delicious snacks from Bulma! It was agreed that you would be responsible for keeping them safe so we could share them later! And what happened?! Why, when I finished my training and came out, couldn't I even find a single wrapper?! You ate them all by yourself! You didn't leave me a single bite, you jerk!!!"

Vitelli was heartbroken; those were all Earth delicacies meticulously prepared by Bulma!

"Oh my, oh my..."

A rare look of embarrassment flickered across Whis's face. His eyes darted away for a moment before he resumed his usual, self-assured, elegant demeanor.

"Don't get hung up on the details, Vitelli-san. Look, I teach you how to train, I spar with you, and I impart the methods for grasping the 'Realm of the Gods.' Isn't it fair and reasonable to collect a tiny bit of food as a trivial storage and tuition fee?"

"Storage fee? Tuition fee?"

Vitelli was so angry he nearly rolled his eyes. "That's daylight robbery! Forget it, forget it..."

He waved his hand powerlessly, knowing full well that it was useless to reason with this angel, who appeared gentle but was actually black-bellied and gluttonous.

"Take it, take it all! I'll just eat a Senzu Bean! Stop the nonsense and let's continue training!"

He fished a Senzu Bean from his waist and shoved it into his mouth, chewing indignantly to replenish his stamina.

However, Whis did not immediately resume the training.

He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, and a look of realization dawned on his face.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible, Vitelli-san."

Whis shook his head with a smile and flipped his wrist, causing his magical staff to appear in his hand.

The crystal ball at the top of the staff glowed, instantly projecting a screen of light.

Inside the light, Bulma's face appeared! She seemed to be in a place resembling a laboratory, with complex instrument screens in the background.

"Hm? Bulma?"

Vitelli was stunned, his anger instantly replaced by confusion. Does she miss me already? It hadn't been that long since they last returned to Earth.

As the connection stabilized, Bulma saw Whis's face first in the projection and spoke rapidly:

"Whis-san! Quickly, let me talk to Vitelli! I have something urgent to discuss with him!"

"Ho ho ho~ It seems Bulma-san has an emergency."

Whis nodded knowingly and naturally handed the staff to Vitelli. "You two talk."

With that, he turned leisurely and returned to the stone table to continue brewing his tea, showing no concern for the situation on Earth.

Vitelli took the staff and looked at the lovely Bulma in the projection: "Bulma? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Vitelli! It's not me looking for you! It's him!"

Bulma quickly stepped aside, revealing a short, stout figure with a blank expression standing beside her.

It was none other than the attendant of Kami's Lookout—Mr. Popo!

"Mr. Popo?"

Vitelli was even more surprised. "Why are you here? What do you need from me?"

The death of King Piccolo, has Kami changed his mind?

Vitelli's heart sank.

Mr. Popo had brought a message to Vitelli on behalf of Kami.

King Piccolo had broken his seal, and Goku was currently locked in a struggle with him.

Kami hoped that he could step in to finish off King Piccolo and accept the position of Kami of Earth.

This news was like a giant boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up turbulent waves in Vitelli's heart.

Although he believed that with Goku's strength, he would definitely be able to defeat King Piccolo, he still... felt uneasy not being by Bulma's side.

What if the battle spread to West City?

As for the position of Kami of Earth... forget it. He really didn't have any interest in that title.

"Whis!"

Vitelli turned to Whis, who was elegantly sipping his tea, without hesitation, his tone carrying a solemn request.

"I need to return to Earth immediately! I have to trouble you to take me back!"

"Ho ho ho~"

Whis set down his exquisite teacup, a gentle yet playful smile appearing on his face.

"Vitelli, you really are quite concerned about Bulma. Though, these past few days have been a bit..."

His purple eyes shifted slightly toward the direction of the God of Destruction Realm palace.

Just then, Bulma's voice rang out perfectly through the light screen of the staff, carrying a tone of casual "trouble":

"Oh my! It's such a headache, really. Vitelli isn't home, so to keep myself busy, I accidentally invited the world's top chefs to the manor... and then, quite by accident, I had them prepare a massive table of incredibly rare delicacies! Things like 'pufferfish sashimi,' 'dinosaur ribs,' 'rainbow pudding'... Oh my! I can't even remember all the names! How am I supposed to finish all this by myself? It would be such a shame if it went bad or had to be thrown away! It's just such a headache!"

Bulma's voice was crisp and melodious, every word polished to perfection, striking precisely at Whis's heart.

Whis's deep eyes lit up the moment he heard the names of the food, as if a volcano had erupted!

A tiny, almost imperceptible crack appeared in his elegant and composed expression, and his throat bobbed once.

He let out a chuckle, even more delighted and eager than before, and stood up from the stone bench in an instant.

He twirled his staff gracefully in his hand, covered his mouth, and laughed:

"Oh my, oh my~ Vitelli, you're right! Earthly matters are indeed very important to you! As a... well, a teacher who cares for his student, how could I possibly stand by? Let's go! We shall depart immediately!"

The speed of this shift in attitude and the sheer grandiosity of his excuse made even Vitelli's mouth twitch.

Mr. Popo's dark face remained expressionless, but the corners of his eyes seemed to twitch as well, as if he had never seen someone (an angel) so shameless.

"Then, I'll have to trouble you to look after the house, Oracle Fish."

Whis said this gently toward the distance before quickly departing with Vitelli, as if he didn't want to wait even a single second.

Hiding behind a rock, the Oracle Fish had clearly heard Bulma's tactics for manipulating Whis, as well as Whis's impatient response to the gourmet food.

It rolled its eyes dramatically, placed its fins on its hips, and whispered with disdain toward the direction where Whis had vanished:

"Hmph! Acting so high and mighty! He was clearly just lured away by food! Hypocrite!... I wonder if he'll remember to bring me back something tasty when he returns..."

Just as the Oracle Fish began to harbor a tiny bit of expectation regarding Whis's "return date" and "souvenirs"—

BOOM—!!!!

A dull yet incredibly piercing roar erupted from the deepest part of the God of Destruction Realm palace!

The entire God of Destruction Realm seemed to tremble slightly with the sound!

The expectation on the Oracle Fish's face froze instantly, then transformed into a look of panic:

"Oh... oh no! Lord Beerus?! Why did he have to wake up at a time like this?!"

It no longer cared about any souvenirs; with a flick of its tail, its figure vanished with a "whoosh," and the entire God of Destruction Realm fell into a terrifying silence.

In the vast, boundless universe.

Whis was traveling with Vitelli at a speed countless times faster than light (I know some friends will come to explain that the speed of light is the fastest in the universe).

Stars streaked past them, leaving brilliant trails of light, and galaxies flew backward like folded paper.

Suddenly, Whis's figure stopped without warning!

The ease and comfort on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a rare, helpless look that suggested "trouble has arrived."

"Oh my~ this is..."

Whis frowned slightly, sensing that familiar, violently grumpy aura emanating from the core of the God of Destruction Realm.

"He actually woke up at this time?"

Vitelli was nearly thrown off balance by the sudden stop; after steadying himself, he asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Whis? What happened?"

He keenly sensed the slight shift in Whis's emotions.

Whis didn't answer immediately, instead weighing the situation in his mind.

He looked at Vitelli with a helpless expression: "Vitelli, I recall... you possess a technique called 'Instant Transmission,' correct? The ability to teleport over vast distances by sensing an aura?"

"Yes, that's right." Vitelli nodded, a faint guess forming in his mind.

"Excellent!"

Whis said, his speech quickening, "The physical distance to Earth is no longer great from here. With your current strength and control over ki, teleporting there directly should be no problem! I must trouble you to return to Earth on your own. Please tell Bulma—"

Whis's expression turned solemn, "Those carefully prepared delicacies, please ensure they are preserved properly! Shortly, I will bring a... well, a very troublesome 'god' to taste them! This concerns the survival of Earth, so please tell her to take it seriously!"

Vitelli was shocked! "A god?"

Whis was going to bring Beerus to Earth?! He instantly understood why Whis wanted him to leave first; it was because that hairless cat, Beerus, had woken up. He had even helped this God of Destruction change his bedsheets before.

"I understand! Whis!"

Vitelli didn't waste words; he immediately pressed two fingers to the center of his forehead. His powerful perception spread out like a spiderweb, instantly locking onto that familiar aura on Earth—Son Goku!

"Then, I'm off!"

Before Vitelli had even finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot with a "swish," leaving only a faint ripple in the vacuum of space.

Whis sighed softly as he watched the direction in which Vitelli had disappeared.

Then, the helplessness on his face turned into a smile. He turned toward the God of Destruction Realm and tapped his staff lightly.

"Ho ho ho~ It seems I must return and properly coax that ill-tempered 'god.' I hope Bulma's food will be enough to quell his rage."

He turned with elegance, his figure transforming into a streak of light even swifter than when he arrived, retracing his path toward the God of Destruction Realm to appease that God of Destruction—Beerus—who was currently in a foul mood after waking up to find his attendant missing.

On Earth, upon the battlefield of Son Goku and King Piccolo.

The blue radiance of the Kamehameha illuminated the youthful face of Son Goku, as well as the green, aged face of King Piccolo, which was twisted in fear and despair.

"Ka~me~ha~me~... HA!!!"

The massive beam of energy, condensing the majority of Son Goku's power, tore through the air with a roar of total destruction, surging toward the King Piccolo who was unable to dodge!

The shadow of death instantly enveloped his entire body.

"Wait!!! You cannot kill me!"

King Piccolo let out a final shriek, attempting to grasp at his last straw of hope.

"I am one with Kami! If you kill me, Kami will surely die as well!!! The Earth will lose its Kami!!"

This was his final trump card, and his only hope to stall for time.

Yet, the response he received was the look of pure curiosity in Son Goku's eyes and an energy output that did not falter for a single moment!

"What is Kami? Is it edible?" Son Goku asked, but before the other could answer, "Ha~me~... HA!!!" The power of the beam intensified!

King Piccolo fell into total despair.

This blockhead! He actually did not care at all whether Kami lived or died?!

He had only just broken free, and before he could even enjoy the air of freedom, he was to perish at the hands of this inexplicably powerful junior?

Mutaito had sealed him away for hundreds of years, and now his disciple's disciple was going to take his life directly? How unfair this world was to him!

Watching the blue torrent capable of vaporizing him completely now inches away, the old King Piccolo closed his eyes in resignation. He was too old and too weak; he could not even spit out an egg to exact his revenge...

Just at this Thousand Jun moment!