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

Kami looked down at the vast Earth below the Lookout, a trace of imperceptible nostalgia flashing through his cloudy eyes.

Vitelli is still too young; though his power is great, his temperament... well, it still needs tempering.

Besides, he may not even be interested in a divine office. This heavy burden concerning the lifeblood of Earth is better left for an old man like me... to carry for a few more years.

He silently found a way to let himself off the hook.

Beerus Arrives, Beerus Satisfied, Beerus Horrified

"I'm home, Bulma!"

Having just arrived home, Vitelli was met with the warmest of welcomes from Bulma.

"Honey!"

Bulma's joyful cry was like the sweetest note; she sprang from her chair and dove precisely into Vitelli's open arms.

Vitelli caught her steadily, feeling the soft, warm body in his arms and the undisguised longing and joy she radiated.

"Haha!"

Vitelli laughed heartily, spinning Bulma around several times, which made her giggle, her short blue hair flying in the air.

It wasn't until Bulma playfully slapped his shoulder that he reluctantly carried her to the spacious, soft sofa in the living room, adjusting his posture so she could sit comfortably in his lap.

"I'm back."

Vitelli lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers, his voice deep and gentle.

Bulma's face was flushed with a happy glow, and she nodded vigorously.

After they spent a while cuddling, Bulma finally spoke up.

"Did you just go to take care of the King Piccolo situation?"

Bulma asked casually while wrapping her arms around his neck, though it was clear she didn't care much about the Great Demon King who had nearly destroyed the world; her attention was entirely on the lover who had finally returned home.

"How did you know it was me who took care of it?" Vitelli asked with some curiosity.

"Dummy! It was live-streamed."

Bulma responded helplessly, then, as if remembering something more important, her sapphire-like eyes lit up instantly.

With a look of excitement and thrill, she said:

"Was what that Mr. Popo said earlier true? Does Kami really want you to take over his position? To become the new Kami of Earth?!"

"Mr. Popo?"

Vitelli paused for a moment before he realized, and looking at Bulma's excited expression—as if she had just won the jackpot—he rolled his eyes helplessly.

"You don't actually want me to go and be that so-called Kami, do you?"

"Of course I do!"

Bulma nodded firmly, shaking his arm with a grin, her eyes sparkling with longing.

"That's Kami! The legendary 'Kami-sama'! That's a figure from stories! Aren't you tempted, honey? Just think about it, if you become the God of Earth! If I tell my girlfriends, how cool would that be!"

Vitelli shook his head decisively, pinching Bulma's excited little face with a mix of amusement and exasperation:

"Forget it, my dear! This 'Kami-sama' position isn't as good as you think."

He held Bulma close and put on a serious expression:

"Let's not even talk about anything else—just consider this: if I really became the Kami of Earth, I basically wouldn't be able to leave the planet easily. I would have to guard this world at every moment. What if, one day, our Miss Bulma gets a whim to go to outer space to see a comet, or wants to visit other planets? What then? Would you have to pilot a spaceship all by yourself, drifting alone in the vast universe? What do you think about that?"

Vitelli's description caused the excitement on her face to freeze instantly, and an image involuntarily surfaced in her mind—

Herself, piloting a spaceship alone, facing the boundless and cold starry sky, with no one else around, completely solitary...

That feeling made her shudder just thinking about it.

"Hiss..."

Bulma gasped, her mind clearing instantly.

"That's true! That won't do! Absolutely not!"

She shook her head like a rattle and hugged Vitelli's arm tightly.

"Forget it, forget it! We aren't doing this Kami thing! Whoever wants to be it can have it! Our traveling together is much more important!"

Seeing that Bulma had been successfully bluffed, a hint of mischievous amusement flashed in the depths of Vitelli's eyes.

He took the opportunity to tighten his grip on her waist and continued with a smile:

"Besides... it's hard to say whether this current Kami is even willing to keep his promise and pass the position to me anymore."

"Hm?"

Bulma looked up, puzzled.

The corners of Vitelli's mouth curled into a meaningful arc: "He wanted to pass the position to me before because he knew his time was running out and intended to sacrifice himself to completely eliminate King Piccolo, so he needed a powerful successor to protect the Earth. But now..."

He drew out the end of his sentence, "King Piccolo has been taken care of by me, and his death date has been postponed. Do you think an old guy who finally survived and has been Kami for hundreds of years would be so happy to hand over the status and authority of the divine position to an... well, to an alien he might find a bit 'unpredictable'?"

He added one more thing:

"Heh. Even though he's an alien himself,"

Bulma blinked her large eyes, digesting the meaning behind Vitelli's words. As it gradually dawned on her, her small mouth parted slightly:

"Are you saying... Kami is an alien? And that he's likely to go back on his word?"

"Not likely, it's a high probability."

Vitelli shrugged.

"But it doesn't matter; we weren't interested in the first place. Let the old man keep busy with his chores; we're happy to enjoy the peace."

Seeing that Bulma still seemed to be pondering the matter of Kami, Vitelli didn't want her wasting energy on such trivialities and immediately changed the subject:

"By the way, there's something more important I need to tell you."

"Hm? What is it?" Bulma's attention was successfully diverted.

Vitelli said with a serious expression: "Wait a moment, the God of Destruction Beerus will be coming here."

"God of Destruction? Beerus?"

Bulma felt the name was unfamiliar, yet it seemed she had heard it mentioned in passing by Whis.

The title "God of Destruction" made her realize that this matter might not be simple.

"Yes,"

Vitelli nodded.

"He is the deity that Whis serves, possessing the power to easily destroy planets or even entire galaxies. That guy has a huge temper—a very, very huge one—and he's particularly willful and moody. If he comes later and speaks harshly or acts arrogantly, and you find it unpleasant..."

Vitelli paused, looking into Bulma's eyes. "Don't be impulsive. If it's nothing major, try not to confront him to his face. I'm not his match for the time being; I can probably keep you safe, but if we truly tear off the mask and fight to the death, I'm still not his equal."

Upon hearing this, Bulma was stunned for a moment, then rolled her eyes in a way that was full of charm.

She reached out a slender finger and poked Vitelli in the chest:

"Hey! In your heart, am I just some spoiled young lady who doesn't know the big picture and throws tantrums regardless of the occasion? I'm not stupid! Why would I provoke a big shot I can't afford to offend? I'll just serve him good food and drink, alright?"

Though she had a straightforward personality, as the young lady of Capsule Corp, she understood basic social etiquette and the stakes involved.

Vitelli, however, shook his head with a smile, grabbing the finger that was poking him, his gaze suddenly turning cold and sharp.

An invisible aura of slaughter leaked out:

"No, Bulma, you've misunderstood! I'm not asking you to swallow your pride, and I'm certainly not asking you to fear him."

He looked straight at Bulma, speaking clearly and firmly, word by word:

"I mean if it's nothing major! But if he truly makes you angry, or makes you feel offended or wronged, you don't have to fear him at all! Scold him if you need to! Confront him if you want! Don't have any reservations!"

"Why?!"

Bulma was dumbfounded; she even suspected she had misheard.

He just said he couldn't beat him, and now he's telling her to scold him as she pleases?

Vitelli's eyes flashed with a resolute light:

"I won't let Vitelli's woman be wronged. At worst, I'll fight him! Although my overall strength isn't on par with his yet, if I truly risk my life, burn everything, and go all out, I have a high degree of confidence that I can land a heavy blow! I want him to know that moving against Vitelli's woman comes with a price! Even if he is the God of Destruction, that is no exception!"

Vitelli's words were iron-clad, carrying unquestionable determination and a hint of madness.

This wasn't a joke; he was serious! For Bulma's sake, he dared to raise his fist against a god!

Bulma's heart was deeply touched. An indescribable warmth and sense of security instantly enveloped her, and her eyes grew slightly hot.

She was just about to say something...

Suddenly!

A cold, indifferent voice, seemingly devoid of any emotion, rang out in their ears without warning:

"Oh ho~~ Is that so?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a bone-chilling sensation!

Vitelli and Bulma's hair stood on end instantly!

At the same moment the voice sounded, the space in the center of the living room rippled like the surface of water, and a brilliant, rainbow-like stream of light appeared out of thin air, instantly condensing into shape!

As the light faded, two figures were revealed.

Standing in front was none other than the God of Destruction Vitelli had spoken of—Beerus!

The arrivals were indeed the God of Destruction Beerus and his attendant angel, Whis!

Beerus had a lean, small frame and wore peculiar divine attire with purple patterns. His skin was pale purple, he had no hair, and his head resembled that of an elegant, indifferent hairless cat.

Those golden slit pupils were currently observing Vitelli with great interest, a playful arc hanging at the corner of his mouth.

His entire body radiated a suffocating aura of destruction, as if he were the end of all things.

Standing half a step behind Beerus was the ever-elegant Whis, holding his staff.

At this moment, Whis was gracefully covering his mouth with his hand, his purple eyes curved into crescents, filled with undisguised schadenfreude—

Clearly, Vitelli's bold declaration of "risking his life to land a heavy blow" had been heard in its entirety by these two.

"Kid,"

Beerus locked his golden eyes onto Vitelli, grinning to reveal sharp teeth; that smile carried the dangerous aura of a predator.

"Listening to what you just said... you seem quite confident in your own strength, don't you?"

The air in the living room froze instantly. Bulma instinctively tightened her grip on Vitelli's arm, her palms sweating uncontrollably.

Vitelli's heart skipped a beat, but his formidable mental fortitude and the training of the past few months allowed him to calm down rapidly.

He gently patted the back of Bulma's hand to signal her to be at ease, then stood up with composure, a perfectly measured, polite smile on his face.

"Lord Beerus, Master Whis, welcome to Brief Manor."

Vitelli bowed slightly, his movements fluid and natural, as if he weren't the one who had just been caught red-handed talking tough.

Bulma reacted immediately as well, hurriedly standing up, her face quickly shifting into a warm and appropriate social smile:

"Welcome, welcome! You two have traveled a long way, thank you for your efforts! The luncheon is already prepared, featuring the finest delicacies on Earth. Why don't we... chat while we eat?"

She skillfully diverted the topic, shifting the focus of the tension onto the food.

Beerus's golden slit pupils swept back and forth between Vitelli and Bulma several times; that invisible pressure made the temperature in the living room seem to drop by several degrees.

After a long moment, he let out a heavy, cold snort from his nose:

"Hmph! Food? Let's get this straight: if the taste of the food fails to satisfy me..."

Beerus's gaze swept over Vitelli and Bulma, finally landing on the silhouette of the bustling West City outside the window, his tone icy, "I will destroy both of you and this worthless planet."

This naked threat made Bulma's smile stiffen slightly, but she adjusted her mindset rapidly, quickly returning her expression to normal.

Vitelli, however, acted as if he hadn't heard the threat at all; instead, he smiled confidently, even with a hint of teasing:

"Rest assured, Lord Beerus. Regarding the taste of the food, I can only say..."