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

He paused deliberately, then spat out two words with resounding impact, "It's a deal!"

Bulma led the two deities toward the meticulously prepared luxury dining room at just the right moment.

The massive dining table was already laden with a dazzling array of delicacies.

Just as Bulma had "accidentally" revealed earlier, the "pufferfish sashimi" was sliced as thin as cicada wings, shimmering with a pearlescent luster under the lights;

The "dinosaur ribs" were roasted to a perfect crisp on the outside while remaining tender within, the rich aroma of meat mingling with the scent of fruitwood smoke to permeate the entire space;

The "dream rainbow pudding" looked like a work of art, its seven colors layered one upon another, emitting an alluring, sweet fragrance.

Beyond these, there were countless other exquisitely prepared dishes, their intertwined aromas enough to make anyone's mouth water.

Beerus's gaze fell upon the table, his golden slit pupils narrowing slightly, his nostrils twitching in a subtle, almost imperceptible manner.

Whis's eyes lit up even more, a clear look of anticipation appearing on his face.

And then... there was no "then."

Once Beerus and Whis actually began to use their chopsticks, Vitelli truly understood the meaning of a perfect combination between "a god's speed of devouring" and "a starving ghost reincarnated."

Where was even a shred of the coldness and majesty Beerus had displayed just moments ago?

He acted as if he hadn't eaten in centuries, his hands moving as fast as lightning!

The knife and fork became a blur in his hands; he precisely speared the largest piece of rib, shoved it into his mouth without even spitting out the bone, and swallowed it after only two chews.

The sashimi was inhaled like a flowing stream, and the pudding was scooped up spoonful after spoonful, hitting the bottom of the bowl in the blink of an eye.

He didn't even bother with basic table manners, his cheeks bulging as he emitted a sound similar to a cat's purr.

The food was crunched and ground between his teeth with audible noise.

Although Whis maintained the elegance of an angel in his movements, his speed was not a bit slower!

He could always accurately predict Beerus's next target, then use a more ingenious angle to snatch the most delicious parts for his own plate a step ahead, before sending them into his mouth in a slow, measured, yet highly efficient manner.

The two of them seemed to be engaged in a silent war for food, the plates clearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Watching this God of Destruction get red-faced over a few pieces of meat, Vitelli's mouth twitched, his inner monologue going wild:

Seriously, man? Is it really that deep? Huh? I'm asking you, is it really that deep? You guys are gods! Can you have a little bit of divine dignity?!

However, complaints aside, seeing the food vanish at such a rate made Vitelli anxious too.

If he didn't start moving, he probably wouldn't even get a sip of soup!

He immediately joined the "battlefield," burying his head and desperately shoveling food into his mouth.

For a time, the only sounds at the table were the clashing of bowls and chopsticks and the noise of chewing and swallowing, the atmosphere "intense" beyond measure.

Bulma watched the eating habits of these three "starving wolves," feeling both annoyed and amused.

Unable to intervene, she could only keep directing the robot servants: "Quick! Bring two more portions of ribs! Add more pufferfish sashimi! Is there any dream pudding left in the kitchen? Make two more! Speed! Speed!"

She bustled about like a logistics commander, never forgetting to place dishes that Vitelli couldn't reach into his bowl—after all, in front of "professional players" like Whis and Beerus, Vitelli's speed at snatching food was still a notch inferior.

This lunch, which could be called a "Feast of the Gods," ended with the speed of a whirlwind sweeping away clouds.

The mountain of plates piled on the table told the tale of the "battle's" ferocity.

Except for Bulma, who had been busy the whole time, Vitelli, Beerus, and Whis were all slumped in their wide, comfortable chairs without a shred of decorum, each with a toothpick hanging from their mouths, hands rubbing their visibly distended bellies as they let out satisfied burps, lacking even the strength to lift a finger.

The dining room was filled with the lingering fragrance of food and an atmosphere of ultimate, lazy contentment.

As Vitelli felt the fullness in his stomach, he turned his head, looking at Beerus beside him with a teasing smile:

"How was it, Lord Beerus? Was this meal satisfactory enough for you?"

Beerus squinted his golden cat-like eyes in satisfaction, and upon hearing the question, he let out a lazy "hmph."

But this time, there was none of the previous coldness or threat in that "hmph"; instead, it carried the laziness of someone who had eaten their fill and... well, a little bit of tsundere pride after being conquered by the food.

Because he was so stuffed, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at Vitelli—though, of course, this wasn't directed at Vitelli, it was purely a result of being overfed.

Time flowed slowly amidst the cozy feeling of satiety.

Once the food had been mostly digested and the heavy, weighted feeling in his stomach had eased slightly, Beerus's golden slit pupils opened once more, a look of keen interest reigniting within them.

He sat up straight, cracked his neck with a light sound, and fixed a sharp gaze on Vitelli.

"Kid,"

Beerus tossed away his toothpick, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness and combativeness, "I heard you say when I arrived that you could give me a real run for my money if you got serious? Now that I'm full, it's the perfect time to move around.

How about it? Do you want me to give you a chance to try?"

Upon hearing this, a fierce fighting spirit erupted instantly in Vitelli's eyes!

He sprang up from his chair, his face filled with undisguised excitement and eagerness:

"I couldn't ask for anything better, Lord Beerus!"

He had long been craving a true battle to test the fruits of his grueling training in the God of Destruction Realm!

Whis's strength was far too unfathomable to even consider for now, but the Beerus before him was undoubtedly his best whetstone!

"Let's go!"

Beerus grinned, his figure instantly turning into a streak of purple light that pierced through the restaurant's dome and shot straight into the sky!

Vitelli followed closely behind, transforming into a golden stream of light as he gave chase.

"Hey! I want to go too, wait for me!"

Bulma hurriedly ran into the courtyard, pulled out a Hoi-Poi Capsule, and with a "bang," conjured a small aircraft, climbed inside, and quickly ascended to follow them.

Whis, meanwhile, drifted upward unhurriedly, hovering beside Bulma's aircraft as if he had no weight at all.

He casually protected Bulma to ensure she wouldn't be caught in the crossfire of the battle, all while wearing a leisurely, spectator-like smile on his face.

Above a desolate Gobi desert on the outskirts of West City.

Vitelli and Beerus stood in the air, confronting each other from a distance of several hundred meters.

Fierce winds whipped their clothes, making them snap loudly.

Below lay a vast, boundless ochre-red landscape, completely uninhabited—perfect for letting loose and having a real fight!

Beerus crossed his arms casually, his demeanor lazy, yet his golden slit pupils remained locked onto Vitelli.

He extended his right hand and beckoned with his fingers, a provocative smirk playing on his lips:

"Come on, kid. You strike first. Use your full power and entertain me. Let me see what exactly Whis has been teaching you all this time."

Vitelli ignored Beerus's provocation and did not immediately explode with energy to transform into a Super Saiyan.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if merging with the whistling wind around him.

His entire being stood silently in the void, as if in deep meditation.

His presence suddenly vanished from this world; an ordinary person wouldn't even be able to sense his existence.

However, beneath this extreme tranquility, an invisible storm was brewing!

Whoosh—!

With Vitelli as the center, the surrounding air suddenly became viscous and heavy! An invisible force field rapidly expanded outward!

Suddenly!

Vitelli's tightly closed eyes snapped open!

Deep within his pitch-black pupils, silver starlight seemed to explode!

An indescribable, divine, and vast aura erupted like a dormant volcano!

Hum—!!!

There was no earth-shattering explosion of energy, no blinding light.

A layer of extremely thin, nearly transparent light, emitting a faint silver glow, surfaced on Vitelli's skin!

Beerus, who had been waiting for Vitelli to strike, had his pupils instantly dilate. He stared at him, eyes unblinking, with a look of shock on his face, as if he were looking at a monster.

He muttered to himself, unconsciously, word by word: "Ultra! Instinct!"

Chapter 21: He Became a God Just Like That?

The laziness and playfulness on Beerus's light purple cat-like face vanished completely, replaced by an unprecedented gravity.

His golden slit pupils locked tightly onto the thin layer of silver-glowing light circulating around Vitelli. He no longer stood in a relaxed posture, but instead sank slightly, adopting a truly serious combat stance.

The terrifying pressure belonging to a God of Destruction permeated the air like a physical force, making even the wind seem to freeze.

"Come!"

Beerus's voice was low, carrying the weight of a formal declaration of war.

Vitelli's silver-tinged pupils remained calm, as deep as if they were reflecting the entire galaxy.

He did not hesitate in the slightest, his movements as fast as a thunderbolt!

His figure blurred in place for an instant, and the next moment, he had already precisely appeared directly in front of Beerus!

Vitelli's movements were no longer merely swift and fierce; they carried an indescribable elegance and rhythm, as if he had become one with the heavens and earth.

His fist, wrapped in a faint silver glow, seemed gentle yet contained the power to pierce through space, slamming toward Beerus's face from a tricky angle!

Bang!

A muffled thud echoed out!

Although Beerus managed to raise his arm to block in time, that condensed, extreme power still transmitted through his arm. The massive impact sent him stumbling uncontrollably, and he had to perform a clumsy somersault in the air before he could regain his balance!

"Oh?!"

Beerus shook his slightly numb arm, and the gravity on his face instantly melted away.

In its place was a kind of... surprise, like discovering a new toy, and a hint of relief?

He grinned, revealing his sharp teeth, while his golden slit pupils sparkled with the light of realization:

"So it was just a half-baked attempt! Hah! How amusing! So it was just a half-baked attempt?"

He had seen through it!

Although Vitelli had successfully triggered Ultra Instinct to manifest a silver radiance, this power was like duckweed without roots—sluggish and stagnant. It was clearly not truly stabilized, falling far short of genuine Ultra Instinct; it didn't even qualify as the "Sign."

This was not "Ultra Instinct," but rather a "pseudo-state" reached by forcibly touching the threshold through constant practice and his own innate talent!

Yet, this half-baked state, combined with Vitelli's formidable foundation, was enough to make him feel pleasantly surprised and... itching for a fight!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG—!!!

Without further chatter, the two instantly transformed into streaks of light, colliding violently once more!

This time, the intensity of the battle far exceeded what came before!

Clear figures could no longer be seen in the sky, only two streaks of light constantly flashing, colliding, separating, and instantly entangling—

One was the God of Destruction, flickering with dangerous purple light, and the other was the Saiyan, flowing with silver radiance!

The sound of the violent collisions rang out incessantly like muffled thunder from the heavens!

Every impact erupted with visible shockwaves that tore the high-altitude clouds to shreds!

Below, the Gobi Desert was repeatedly plowed by invisible giant blades under the terrifying sonic booms and residual energy, with massive fissures spreading endlessly as dust was whipped thousands of meters into the air, forming a sandstorm that blotted out the sun!

"Good lad! Even if you're just a half-baked amateur, but..."

Beerus's wild laughter remained clear amidst the dense sounds of collision, "...you pass!!! Hahahaha!"

Having forgotten how long it had been since he fought in earnest, Beerus let out a hearty laugh!

As he spoke, the two collided fiercely once again at speeds exceeding the limits of vision!

A flash of light crossed Beerus's eyes; at the moment their fists met, his left hand reached out like a phantom, precisely seizing the wrist of the right fist Vitelli had sent crashing toward him!