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

"Ara~ Sister, I laid eyes on this marbled beef first~"

"Ara~ Whis, there is no such thing as yielding when it comes to gourmet food. Let us rely on our own abilities."

"Heh..."

Clearly, for Angels, the priority of enjoying fine food is always supreme.

After all, not everyone can be like Vitelli, who only needs a Senzu Bean to instantly restore all stamina and...

Beerus Begins to Inner-Roll

In the God of Destruction Realm, the eternal light spilled down softly, as if gilding this dwelling place of the gods with a layer of sacred radiance.

Vitelli stood outside the house and subconsciously raised a hand to rub his lower back.

Recalling the "retaliatory" behavior from last night—triggered by Bulma's slight resentment and resulting in an exceptionally intense outcome—a helpless yet doting smile couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth.

During this period, in order to familiarize himself with the work of a God of Destruction as quickly as possible, he and Whis had been shuttling across every corner of the universe daily.

They constantly cleared away celestial bodies and planets deemed valueless or harmful.

Sometimes, they even had to stay on planets with peculiar environments for a few days to conduct detailed assessments.

This back-and-forth had indeed led to him neglecting Bulma somewhat.

This resulted in her locking onto him with those blue eyes—carrying a hint of grievance but mostly cunning—the moment he returned yesterday.

She had practically dragged him into the bedroom by force...

After several hours of "intense communication," even he, a Saiyan with superior physical stamina, felt a bit exhausted and needed a moment to recover.

Yet Bulma herself had hopped up as if fully charged, diving back into the research lab to continue tinkering with her "God of Destruction Realm Logistics and Farming Project."

This level of boundless energy left Vitelli feeling both amused and deeply impressed.

"Ara~ Good morning, Vitelli-san."

Whis appeared silently as usual.

With that seemingly unchanging, gentle smile on his face, he greeted him.

Vitelli glanced behind him and, finding he was alone, asked with some curiosity:

"Whis, where is your sister? Is she still sleeping? And do you Angels even need to sleep?"

He had always been curious about this.

Whis shook his head gently and explained:

"Not at all, Vitelli-san. Angels do not need to restore energy through sleep like mortals. We generally regulate our state through deep meditation, which is far more effective than sleep."

"As for Vados, my sister..."

He paused, glanced toward the palace where Beerus was resting, and smiled, "She has already returned to Universe 6. I heard that Champa has finished some matters on his hands and is incessantly clamoring to come find Lord Beerus. My sister has gone back to properly... well, to properly persuade him."

Vitelli immediately cast a suspicious look and retorted with pinpoint accuracy:

"You definitely wanted to say 'discipline' just now, didn't you! You bunch of 'little black' Angels have finally shown your true colors!"

The corners of Whis's smiling mouth paused slightly, his eyes shifting elsewhere.

Yet, he still elegantly refuted:

"That is not the case at all. It must be that your ears are playing tricks on you, Vitelli-san. What are the plans for today? Do you intend to continue finishing that little bit of work, or will you continue your training?"

Vitelli curled his lip and looked at Whis, speechless.

Work? To hell with work!

He had been working for so many days in a row; if he finished all the work himself, what would Beerus be for?

Better to continue training.

Training could not stop, especially after his sparring session with Whis a while ago; he felt he had gained some new insights into the realm of Ultra Instinct.

"Forget about work, we can talk about that when Beerus retires. Now, back to training!"

A silver glint flashed in Vitelli's eyes, his fighting spirit rising along with the excitement in his heart.

"Come on, Whis! Sparring training!"

Whis stood where he was, chuckling as he waved his Scepter casually and smiled:

"As you wish, then let us begin, Vitelli-san~~"

Vitelli did not rush in blindly as he had before.

He knew well that Whis's strength was unfathomable; if he relied only on brute force and speed to attack, let alone winning, he would likely struggle to even touch the hem of the other's clothes.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to gather his focus, completely purging his mind of distractions.

The powerful energy within his body began to circulate in a natural, fluid manner, and the silver-white aura of his life force flowed slowly over his skin like mercury.

The next moment, he snapped his eyes open.

His pupils and hair were instantly rendered in a brilliant silver-white, and an ethereal yet powerful aura radiated from his entire body!

"I'm coming at you!"

Before the words even faded, his body vanished from the spot like a phantom.

It wasn't through pure speed; it was more as if he had merged into the flow of the surrounding air.

The next instant, he appeared before Whis without warning, a seemingly casual yet lightning-fast straight punch aimed precisely at the other's face.

Whis still wore a relaxed smile, merely tilting his body slightly to evade the fierce strike by a hair's breadth.

His movements were so elegant that it didn't look like a fight, but rather a dance.

With his first strike missing, Vitelli didn't pause for a moment, his offensive unfolding like a continuous, surging tide.

His attack trajectories were unpredictable and followed no pattern, entirely guided by the instincts of battle.

Whis, however, kept his hands behind his back the entire time, relying only on the most subtle shifts of his frame and movements of his feet.

Within a tiny space, he dodged every one of Vitelli's storm-like attacks.

The speed of the two grew faster and faster, eventually turning into two blurred streaks of light.

The two moved at high speed across the vast lawn, fists and feet colliding with the Scepter repeatedly before quickly separating.

If anyone were lucky enough to watch, the battle would be impossible to capture with the naked eye, and even their energy could not be sensed.

Only the occasional sound of fists and feet striking the air remained, proving that this battle, which transcended mortal imagination, was raging on.

"Not bad, not bad."

Whis's voice remained steady, though it carried a hint of praise.

"To think that in such a short time, you have managed to apply the initial form of Ultra Instinct with such ease and control. Your intuition for dodging and defense is already quite outstanding, fully integrated into your instincts."

While effortlessly dodging the attacks, he still found the time to occasionally point his Scepter at the gaps in Vitelli's offense, forcing him to constantly adjust.

"Ara~ Vitelli-san, your punches need to be more natural~ Right now, your subconscious still retains traces of thinking 'I should hit this way' or 'I should attack there' when you strike. You must relax and trust your body more."

Vitelli said nothing, his entire focus immersed in this state of Natural Unity.

His body seemed to possess an independent consciousness, always able to avoid Whis's seemingly casual yet incredibly precise Scepter with the smallest movements and the least amount of effort.

Occasionally, when faced with an attack that could not be fully avoided, his body would spontaneously block or tense its muscles to minimize the damage.

"Your dodging and defense are becoming more and more on point, but only in terms of active offense do you still lack that final touch of 'naturalness'."

Whis commented with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"If Vitelli-san can make up for this final flaw, fully perfect Ultra Instinct, and climb toward the Sign... then~"

He deliberately drew out his tone and said with a chuckle:

"Perhaps you could issue a formal challenge to Lord Beerus? Of course, even if you mastered the perfect state, it would be almost impossible to defeat Lord Beerus with your current level of power. Ho ho ho~"

The two remained immersed in their high-speed sparring as time quietly slipped away.

Vitelli could clearly feel that under this high-intensity, high-level pressure, his understanding and control of the Ultra Instinct state were deepening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't just that mysterious intuition for dodging; his basic strength, speed, and energy were all being tempered and increased significantly through the sparring.

With a soft click, the door to the house was suddenly pushed open.

Bulma poked her head out; she was long since used to the clattering sounds of fighting coming from the lawn.

She cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone and shouted toward the seemingly empty grass:

"Hey--! How much longer are you two going to fight? It's time for-- lunch--!"

Her voice acted like a switch, and the fiercely intertwined energies instantly separated.

Whis nimbly used a movement that looked slow but was actually impossible to avoid, tapping his Scepter lightly against Vitelli's blocking arm and pushing him back several meters with a deft flick of force.

He immediately withdrew, his face taking on an incredibly serious expression.

"Vitelli-san, training is important, but the lunch prepared by Bulma-san is even more important! Excuse me!"

After saying this, he turned around without a hint of hesitation, jogging happily toward Bulma while constantly flattering her:

"Thank you for your hard work, Bulma-san! What delicious food have you prepared today?"

Vitelli gasped, rubbing his arm which had gone numb from the tap, and shouted at Whis's "food-over-friends" back in annoyance:

"Hey! You guy! So those 'evenly matched' fights from before were just to amuse yourself, weren't they?! I couldn't have dodged that last one at all!"

Whis looked back with an impeccable, innocent smile.

"That's not it, Vitelli-san, you've misunderstood me. It's just that Vitelli-san, you are too strong and your progress is too fast; that last move was an extraordinary performance in a moment of urgency, something I could never do normally! I really have no way to deal with you, Vitelli-san~"

Vitelli:

"...Do you think I believe that? You might as well use that line to fool Beerus!"

"Fool me about what?"

A sleepy and dissatisfied voice suddenly came from behind them.

Beerus had woken up at some point and was standing not far away in his tattered pajamas, looking dazed, clearly drawn by the aroma of food and the commotion.

"Ara~ That is truly rare, Lord Beerus!"

Whis immediately put on an expression of surprise.

"It hasn't even been a month, has it? Why are you awake? Did you have a nightmare?"

Beerus let out a massive yawn, ignoring Whis's teasing.

Watching his attire, Vitelli couldn't help but chuckle and tease him as well:

"I'm telling you, Beerus, can't you change your pajamas? How long have you been wearing that ragged set? You're a god, after all; try to maintain some image."

Hearing this, Beerus looked down at his pajamas and let out a dissatisfied "hmph."

A faint light flashed over his body, and the tattered pajamas instantly transformed into his God of Destruction attire.

Too lazy to bicker with these two, he sniffed the air vigorously, his eyes suddenly lighting up:

"I smell it! It really is the scent of grilled fish!"

Without even glancing at Vitelli or Whis, he strode toward the dining room with long, purposeful steps.

Vitelli and Whis exchanged a look, shrugged in silent agreement, and hurried to follow him.

When dining at the same table as Beerus, one really might go hungry if they aren't quick enough.

In the dining room, Bulma had already directed the robots to set a table full of dishes that were as fragrant as they were colorful.

Seeing that Beerus had actually come as well, a flash of surprise crossed her face before she immediately ordered the robots to prepare more food.

After all, this God of Destruction's appetite was comparable to that of Vitelli and Goku.

There was no helping it; Saiyan beings were the most voracious creatures she had ever encountered.

The atmosphere at the dining table instantly became "intense."

Amidst the flurry of chopsticks, knives, and forks, the group ate with great fervor.

While struggling to snatch a piece of tender, juicy grilled fish from Beerus's "clutches," Vitelli took a moment to ask Bulma, who was sitting nearby: