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

A figure appeared before King Piccolo like a phantom, without any warning, blocking the exact path of the Kamehameha!

The timing and positioning of his arrival were so coincidental that it seemed as if they had been calculated with precision.

"Hm?"

Vitelli had just arrived via Instant Transmission and hadn't even had a chance to observe his surroundings before a violent torrent of energy rushed toward his face!

The familiar aura and technique left him momentarily speechless.

"Goku, you guy... is this the grand welcome gift you give me the moment I return?"

A ridiculous thought flashed through Vitelli's mind—is he holding a grudge because I didn't take him to the God of Destruction Realm to train?—but his movements were not slow in the slightest.

He simply raised his right hand casually, palm open, and waved it to the side as if shooing away an annoying fly, right in the face of the roaring Kamehameha!

Whoosh—!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no violent collision of energy.

The Kamehameha, which possessed enough power to destroy mountains, had its trajectory forcibly altered the moment it touched Vitelli's palm!

It took a sharp, ninety-degree turn, roaring off toward the distant horizon, and ultimately pushed the moon out of orbit far beyond the Earth.

"Uh..." He swore he didn't mean to do that!

Vitelli looked at the displaced moon, stunned for a moment, before turning his gaze back to King Piccolo, who was currently wearing a look of utter bewilderment after being saved.

"Yo~"

Vitelli raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with mockery. "Isn't this old King Piccolo? It's only been a few days, how did you get so pathetic?"

He instantly understood the situation—it seemed he had interrupted Goku's "finishing move."

"Vi... Vitelli?!"

Only then did Goku clearly see who had arrived. His eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed with delight:

"How did you suddenly come back?! You just swatted my Kamehameha away like it was nothing... that's amazing!"

He didn't care at all that Vitelli had "saved" the enemy; instead, he was excited by the power Vitelli displayed, which far exceeded his understanding.

As for King Piccolo, after experiencing the violent ups and downs from hell to heaven, he finally regained his senses!

He looked at the black-haired youth before him—who had casually swatted away a lethal blow and possessed an unfathomable aura—and his brief shock was quickly replaced by the ecstasy of surviving a disaster and his own inflated ambition!

"Wahahahahahaha!!!"

King Piccolo erupted into laughter even more deranged than before, as if the despair from moments ago had never happened.

"I knew it! How could the great King Piccolo fall so easily! Fate is on my side after all!"

He struggled to straighten his hunched back and looked at Vitelli with a disdainful gaze, speaking as if he were bestowing a favor:

"Kid! I don't know who you are, but you saved the great King Piccolo, and I shall remember this merit! As long as you finish off the brat in front of you, once I ascend to the throne and rule this world, you shall be second only to me, above all others!"

He seemed to have already envisioned the scene of his own triumph.

Vitelli looked at old King Piccolo as if he were an idiot, an expression of extreme speechlessness appearing on his face.

He couldn't help but ask: "Hey, old man, are you... always this brave? Who gave you the courage to talk to me like that? Liang Jingru? Huh?!"

Vitelli fished a verdant Senzu Bean out of the Hoi-Poi Capsule box at his waist and tossed it over: "Here, you recognize this, right? Eat it."

Senzu Bean?! A greedy light instantly erupted in King Piccolo's cloudy, aged eyes!

Of course he recognized this item! Without any hesitation, he snatched the Senzu Bean, shoved it into his mouth, and chewed and swallowed it forcefully!

Boom!

A massive surge of life energy instantly erupted within his withered, aging body!

His broken bones crackled as they rapidly knit back together, and wounds deep enough to reveal bone healed and vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the wrinkles on his skin seemed to smooth out!

"Power! My infinite power has returned! Hahaha!"

King Piccolo felt the surging power within his body, his self-confidence inflating to an unprecedented level!

The look he gave Vitelli was no longer one of gratitude, but filled with violence and arrogance!

"Kid! Although you gave me a Senzu Bean, your disrespect toward this Demon King just now..."

He grinned hideously and raised both hands, terrifying energy beginning to gather. It was clear he was turning on his benefactor while testing the feel of his restored strength.

However, before he could finish his threats, Vitelli's figure appeared instantly before him!

A hand as large and firm as an iron pincer clamped onto his throat with lightning speed!

"Urgh?!"

All of King Piccolo's movements froze instantly!

He discovered with horror that his own terrifying power, capable of destroying cities, was as weak as an infant's in the face of this palm!

No matter how he struggled or how much he flared his aura, he couldn't shake those fingers in the slightest!

A sense of suffocation and the chill of death instantly flooded his heart!

"Spit out the egg."

Vitelli's voice was cold, devoid of even a shred of emotion.

"Ugh... ugh..." King Piccolo let out a rattling, grotesque sound from his throat, his eyes filled with a terror beyond belief. This young man... how could he possibly know?!

"Spit. It. Out."

Vitelli applied a slight increase in pressure to his hand; King Piccolo's eyes bulged instantly, and his face turned a deep, suffocating shade of purple.

He realized this wasn't a negotiation; it was an order! It was an ultimatum!

"Damn... you!" The instinct for survival overrode everything else.

A flash of madness and resentment flickered in King Piccolo's eyes as he suddenly raised both hands, gathering every ounce of his recovered strength!

A thick, massive Demon King Piercing Cannon, radiating an aura of destruction, slammed into Vitelli's chest at point-blank range!

BOOM!!!!

The violent explosion swallowed them both in an instant! The raging purple energy tore through the area, carving a massive, deep crater into the ground!

Amidst the swirling smoke and dust, Goku couldn't help but shout nervously, "Vitelli!"

However, as the smoke cleared, Vitelli's figure remained standing firmly in place; not even his hairstyle was ruffled!

The Demon King Piercing Cannon, capable of piercing through mountain ranges, had struck him as if it were nothing more than a passing breeze!

His other hand was still free, and amidst the lingering smoke of the explosion, he accurately grabbed the face of Goku, who had leaned in to watch the spectacle, and habitually gave it a firm rub.

"Spit. It. Out."

Vitelli's voice rang out again, still cold and calm, as if the explosion capable of destroying a city had never occurred.

His hand, clamped around King Piccolo's throat, hadn't moved a single millimeter.

King Piccolo was utterly desperate!

This was not an opponent on the same level at all! This was... a monster! An absolute monster!

In the face of such absolute power, all his schemes, plots, and towering hatred seemed so pale and ridiculous!

Looking at Vitelli's expressionless eyes—eyes that seemed ready to crush his neck the very next second—King Piccolo finally broke. He abandoned all resistance and, with humiliation and great difficulty, gave a forceful nod.

Only then did Vitelli release his grip on the throat, though his other hand remained firmly clamped on the demon's shoulder to prevent him from fleeing or pulling any tricks.

"Hah... hah..."

King Piccolo gasped for air, his eyes filled with humiliation and unwillingness.

He clutched his throat, glaring at Vitelli with venomous resentment. Finally, under the threat of death, he mobilized all the remaining strength and life force within his body, his abdomen writhing and swelling violently!

"Urgh... ah—!!!"

Accompanied by a painful, resentment-filled roar, a massive Demon Egg, coated in viscous liquid and glowing with an eerie green light, was forcibly "spit" out from his mouth!

The moment the egg left King Piccolo's body, it seemed to possess a consciousness of its own; it instantly transformed into a green streak of light and shot toward the horizon with a "whoosh," disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Vitelli glanced in the direction where the egg had vanished, knowing that it must be the future King Piccolo, and he couldn't be bothered to chase it.

"Good, your task is complete."

Vitelli looked at King Piccolo, who lay limp on the ground, even more aged from the exhaustion of his power, and spoke in a flat tone.

"You..." King Piccolo seemed to want to say something more.

Vitelli did not give him any chance.

He raised his right hand, and a point of golden light instantly condensed at the tip of his index finger, then transformed into a golden ray imbued with terrifying penetrating power. With a sharp "pfft!", it accurately pierced through the center of King Piccolo's brow.

The resentment, unwillingness, and fear in his eyes froze instantly, then faded away completely.

This Great Demon King, who had once plunged the world into darkness, turned into a cold corpse, carrying with him endless humiliation and confusion.

Vitelli withdrew his finger, as calm as if he had merely crushed an ant.

He turned to look at the still-dazed Goku and said with a smile:

"I have to go first; Bulma must be getting impatient waiting for me. What about you? Are you coming to West City with me? Bulma has prepared a feast."

Goku snapped out of it, looked at King Piccolo's corpse on the ground, then back at Vitelli, scratched the back of his head, and gave a cheeky grin:

"Nope! Master Roshi and Krillin are still waiting for me to go back! I'll come find you to play later! Remember to tell Bulma to save some good food for me!"

Without further ado, he immediately summoned the Flying Nimbus, waved at Vitelli, and quickly transformed into a streak of golden light that vanished into the horizon.

Vitelli didn't linger either; his body shot into the sky in a rush.

He sped toward the direction of Brief Manor in West City at a speed far exceeding the Flying Nimbus!

He had to be fast; that dog Beerus would be arriving soon, and he needed to get back and prepare with Bulma.

At the very least, he couldn't let Bulma give that God of Destruction a loud slap to the face like she did in the original Dragon Ball story.

But... with his current level of mastery over the energy of the gods...

He was confident that if he were given just a few more years to develop, let alone defeating Beerus, fighting him to a standstill would certainly be no problem!

And when that time comes... hehehe!

Ten thousand meters above the earth, Kami's Lookout.

Kami watched the entire process of King Piccolo being killed below from start to finish.

His wrinkled, green face wore an incredibly complex expression, a mixture of shock, bewilderment, a trace of lingering fear, and... deep relief.

"It... it's really over?"

Kami muttered to himself, feeling as if he were in a dream.

The sacrifices, the tragedy, the mutual destruction he had anticipated... none of it had come to pass.

King Piccolo, who was so powerful that even he felt terror, had been like a doll being toyed with before that alien named Vitelli, his final resistance appearing utterly feeble.

What made his heart race even more was Vitelli's act of forcing King Piccolo to "lay an egg" at the very end!

"How... how could he know that secret?"

Kami could not fathom it. "I never revealed to him that King Piccolo and I share the same origin! This..."

This matter gave him a deeper understanding of Vitelli.

Mr. Popo had only just arrived in West City before he hurried back, and Kami had already confirmed one thing: this man loved his wife!

Regardless, however, the greatest threat, King Piccolo, had been eliminated.

Watching the Demon Egg that King Piccolo spat out in his final moments vanish into the horizon, Kami's brows furrowed slightly, a shadow of worry appearing on his face.

He knew all too well what that egg signified. In the future, there would likely be new turmoil...

But that was a matter for another day. The most pressing crisis had been resolved.

This allowed Kami to let out a long sigh of relief, as if a burden he had carried for hundreds of years had finally been lifted.

"Mr. Popo," he spoke, transmitting his voice to Mr. Popo, his tone carrying an unprecedented lightness. "Mr. Popo, King Piccolo has been dealt with by Vitelli. You may return to the Lookout."

After informing Mr. Popo that he could return, Kami sighed. He decided to temporarily shelve his previous decision regarding passing on the position of Kami to Vitelli.

"The position of Kami..."