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

After a long while, the Grand Elder's wise voice slowly resonated, offering only a three-word response:

"Do your best."

Seemingly worried about missing dinner time at the God of Destruction Realm, Whis traveled through space with exceptional speed this time.

The surrounding stars of the universe blurred into elongated streaks of light, and in less than five seconds, the scene before them suddenly stabilized.

That massive, restless blue giant star—Lisphi—appeared before them once again.

Its immense size dominated their field of vision, and the highly unstable energy fluctuations emanating from its core felt like a super-giant bomb ready to detonate at any moment, radiating a heart-stopping sense of oppression.

Shin, the Supreme Kai, stared at the massive star before him, feeling its scorching and destructive energy, and couldn't help but be stunned.

He subconsciously swallowed hard and looked at Vitelli cautiously:

"Is this... the star you said needed to be dealt with?"

The size and energy level of this star were far beyond his imagination, especially the violent, near-collapse fluctuations coming from its core, which made the young Supreme Kai's scalp tingle.

That wasn't even the most critical part; the real issue was Vitelli's plan—

Vitelli would destroy the star, and he, the Supreme Kai, would use his full power to stabilize space and neutralize the terrifying energy ripples that could sweep through the surrounding star sector after the destruction.

This... this task was far too difficult! He was just a "young" Supreme Kai only a few tens of thousands of years old!

He hadn't even had the chance to study many of the high-level divine arts left behind by his predecessors!

Shin looked at Vitelli, who was staring at him with expectant eyes, and wore an awkward and troubled expression.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke honestly:

"I... I am very sorry, Mr. Vitelli. This matter, I am afraid... I cannot do it."

"Huh?"

Vitelli looked surprised.

"Aren't you the Supreme Kai in charge of creation? Aren't you a professional at handling energy imbalances and stabilizing space? How can you not handle even this?"

According to the knowledge about deities he had learned in the God of Destruction Realm, the power of a Supreme Kai should be just right for this.

Shin's face grew even more awkward, his light-red skin flushing to a deep crimson.

He explained in a small, embarrassed voice:

"T... theoretically, that is correct. But I am still too young, and I haven't learned or mastered many high-level divine arts regarding the stabilization of energy dissipation. If the Grand Supreme Kai and the other predecessors were still here, they could certainly do it with ease. But... everyone was..."

Speaking of the painful memory, Shin's expression became pained and dim; clearly, he was recalling the tragedy that had left the Supreme Kai Realm nearly withered.

Vitelli looked at him for a moment and fell silent, the irritation he felt over the other's previous "idiotic" behavior dissipating.

He sighed, stepped forward, and patted Shin on the shoulder, his tone softening with rare comfort:

"Alright, don't be too sad about the past. When we find the time later, I'll help you finish off that Majin Buu once and for all, so you don't have to go around suspecting everyone of being in league with Babidi."

Shin quickly wiped away a tear that had inadvertently welled up in the corner of his eye, looked up at Vitelli with sincere gratitude:

"Really? Thank you, Mr. Vitelli!"

"It's no trouble at all."

Vitelli waved his hand, then turned his gaze to Whis, who was standing to the side, admiring the scenery as if none of this concerned him. His tone instantly became blunt:

"You saw that, Whis. Stop being a Slacker Angel; it's your turn to act. The young Supreme Kai isn't reliable for now."

Whis sighed softly, a look of helpless "you cannot teach a child" on his face, and said in a tone of earnest instruction:

"Vitelli-san, that won't do. As a God of Destruction, you must learn to handle various emergencies and difficulties independently. If you always rely on an angel... what will you do when you become an official God of Destruction and face situations that require you to decide alone? This is a great training opportunity, you know~"

Watching Whis speak so eloquently, as if everything were for his own good, Vitelli sneered without hesitation, exposing the essence of his "laziness":

"Whis! Do you want to guess why Grand Zeno and the Grand Priest assign an angel to every God of Destruction as an attendant? Is it just to cheer from the sidelines and watch the show? Huh?"

"Ahem!"

Whis was choked by the remark, coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, and immediately changed the subject with practiced ease.

He tapped his Scepter elegantly in the void, and an invisible ripple instantly spread out, shrouding the blue giant star and the space they occupied.

"Alright, alright, Vitelli-san, I have temporarily sealed and reinforced this area of space. But it will only last for three minutes~ hurry up and make your move!"

Whis's face returned to his usual smile, as if he hadn't just been trying to slack off.

Vitelli was both angry and amused, gaining a new appreciation for the thickness of this Slacker Angel's skin.

It was clearly something he could have easily handled with a wave of his hand, yet he had gone through such a long-winded charade to trick him into doing it.

He stopped wasting words, raised his hand toward the restless blue giant star, and deep, dark-purple Destruction energy instantly condensed in his palm.

"Go!"

Following his low voice, a concentrated beam of dark-purple light shot out, precisely piercing the core of the blue giant star!

A silent, massive fireworks display appeared before everyone's eyes.

The enormous blue star began to crumble silently from within, like a bubble being pricked.

Its massive matter and terrifying energy were rapidly reduced to the most primitive particles under the influence of the God of Destruction power, ultimately dissipating completely into the universe!

A faint ripple of energy undulated within the spatial barrier cast by Whis, then quickly subsided.

A potential cosmic catastrophe capable of destroying a star cluster several light-years across was thus effortlessly dissolved into nothingness.

Vitelli withdrew his hand, feeling the power that had been released and retracted in an instant, and curled his lip at Whis:

"Whis, from now on, your nickname is 'Slacker Angel'. I think it's very fitting."

Whis wore a smile, elegantly expressing his opposition:

"I must decline such an inelegant title, Vitelli-san."

"Refusal denied!"

Vitelli snorted and played his trump card:

"If you still want to frequently eat delicious food from Earth, like hot pot, barbecue, ice cream cake, and so on... you have to accept this nickname!"

The smile on Whis's face stiffened for a moment; he was clearly caught in a massive internal struggle.

On one side was the elegant title of an angel, and on the other was the supreme delicacy of Earth... this choice was truly too difficult!

A few seconds later, a look of compromise appeared on Whis's face, and his tone became very serious:

"Vitelli-san, regarding the issue of this title... I think we can discuss it further. If Bulma would provide those delicious meals regularly... being called 'Slacker Angel'... it doesn't seem entirely unacceptable..."

Vitelli immediately looked at him with an expression of utter disbelief:

"No way?! I was just joking! You'd throw away your integrity for a bit of food? Are you serious?"

Whis immediately switched to a solemn expression and said with a straight face:

"Vitelli-san, you are still young. There are some joys in life... oh no, joys in divine life that you don't understand yet. The pleasure brought by gourmet food, especially that ultimate sensory experience, is something that transcends names in my heart."

Vitelli: "..."

He was completely defeated.

Nearby, Shin, the Supreme Kai, watched their interaction with a trace of involuntary envy in his eyes.

Although he had Kibito as a guard by his side year-round, Kibito always maintained absolute respect toward him and never dared to joke or bicker with him as casually as Whis did with Vitelli.

He hadn't experienced this kind of relaxed and harmonious way of getting along for a very, very long time.

He said with a touch of emotion, quite involuntarily:

"The two of you... really have a great relationship."

Upon hearing this, Vitelli and Whis turned their heads to look at him simultaneously, responding almost in unison:

"Shin, are you serious?"

"Ara~ are you serious, Supreme Kai-san?"

After speaking, the two glared at each other with mutual disdain.

"Hehehe..."

Shin, the Supreme Kai, laughed awkwardly, realizing he might have said the wrong thing. The two in front of him looked like their relationship was "good" enough that they might start arguing again at any moment.

After dealing with the stellar crisis, Shin, the Supreme Kai, and Kibito took their leave and returned to the Supreme Kai Realm; they needed to properly digest the massive amount of information they had received today.

As for Vitelli and Whis, they turned into streaks of light amidst their customary bickering and mutual roasting, returning to the God of Destruction Realm.

In the God of Destruction Realm, inside the modern house built by Bulma using a Hoi-Poi Capsule.

A loud, astonished scream suddenly came from the bedroom on the second floor, its piercing power startling Vitelli just as he stepped into the living room.

"Kyaaaaaa--!!!"

Bulma was holding a small mirror, her azure eyes wide open.

Her face was full of disbelief as she looked at herself in the mirror from every angle.

"Honey! Honey! I... I've become younger!!!"

Seeing Vitelli return, Bulma immediately hopped in front of him like a startled rabbit, holding up the mirror and speaking in an excited, incoherent tone.

Vitelli was stunned for a moment, then a mischievous smirk appeared on his face.

He skillfully reached out to wrap his arm around Bulma's waist, while his other restless hand began to wander, intentionally misinterpreting her meaning:

"Where did you get smaller? Let me see... there's clearly no change, you're still just as alluring~"

"Pah! Pervert! What are you thinking about!"

Bulma blushed, slapped away his wandering hands with annoyance, and pouted:

"I'm talking about my age! My age! You silly husband with a head full of unhealthy thoughts! Why is it that I just took a nap and woke up... so young?! My skin is so much better too! This is even better than when I was eighteen!"

She suddenly thought of something, looked at Vitelli, who was wearing a smug smile, with burning eyes, and guessed with pleasant surprise:

"Was it you, honey? Right?"

Vitelli wore a smug expression that practically said "praise me," and nodded vigorously:

"That's right! While out working with Whis today, we made an unexpected trip to Namek, the home of Kami. Their Dragon Ball is far more powerful than the ones on Earth! I just happened to make a wish for you to return to your eighteen-year-old self. How about that? Surprised? Happy?"

Upon hearing that it was Vitelli who had made the wish for her, a massive wave of joy instantly overwhelmed her.

She jumped up at once, wrapping her legs tightly around Vitelli's waist, and threw her arms around his neck, planting several excited kisses on his face:

"Surprised! I'm so surprised! Hubby, you're the best! Mwah! Mwah!"

But after the excitement faded, she looked at Vitelli with a hint of hesitation and worry:

"But... wouldn't that be bad? Using the Dragon Ball to grant a wish like this... could there be any cost or side effects? And..."

She touched her smooth, firm cheeks, "It feels a bit strange, like I suddenly stole a lot of time."

Vitelli held her and laughed easily:

"Don't worry, the power of the Namek Dragon Ball is immense; there's no way there would be side effects. As for the cost?"

He chuckled.

"The cost is that your husband here will have to work even harder to be worthy of my beautiful, stunning wife!"

As he spoke, he scooped Bulma up into his arms and turned toward the bedroom.

"Hey? What are you doing? Put me down!"

Bulma exclaimed, a rosy flush instantly spreading across her face.

"What am I doing? Naturally, I'm going to personally verify if the effect of the Dragon Ball is truly that miraculous! Let's see if everything really has returned to eighteen. Come on, into the room with me! Let's 'study' it thoroughly!"

With a wicked grin, Vitelli carried the giggling Bulma, who was playfully hitting his chest, and their figures quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Meanwhile, in the dining room of the house next door, a different kind of "intense" scene was unfolding.

Whis and his sister Vados were engaged in a silent, lightning-fast battle over a freshly prepared, fragrant platter of roast beef.

Their chopsticks clashed in the air, moving so fast they left nothing but afterimages.