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

He simply held a plate, acting like a normal four-year-old (if one ignored his physique) as he focused on frantically devouring the food in the corner.

Although the taste of these dishes, meticulously prepared by the palace chefs, remained indescribable, the energy contained within them was the real deal.

He was currently in a critical growth phase and had to take this opportunity to properly nourish himself.

"Hmph!"

Watching Vitelli's detached demeanor—especially the way he had merely nodded at him before running off to eat—made King Vegeta feel as though he had been dealt a grave insult.

One had to remember that he was Prince Vegeta, a genius born with a combat power of over 1000!

This detestable guy named Vitelli, a mere guard, actually dared to slight him like this?

Feeling insulted, Prince Vegeta prepared to go and stir up trouble for Vitelli.

At that moment, King Vegeta loudly announced that the banquet had officially begun, and the atmosphere in the room grew even more boisterous.

Nappa and Raditz couldn't wait to crowd around Prince Vegeta, spouting all sorts of flattery in an attempt to win the favor of this young Saiyan prince.

In their meager brain capacities, as long as they gained the trust of this prince, wouldn't the opportunity to rise to the top be right before their eyes?

But Prince Vegeta only listened coldly, his gaze locked onto the figure frantically eating in the corner.

"Hey, Raditz!" Prince Vegeta suddenly spoke, interrupting Raditz's incessant flattery. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable tone of command; this icy tone instantly quieted the noisy banquet.

Pointing toward Vitelli, he asked, "That guy, what is his name?"

Raditz jumped, quickly bowing to answer: "Reporting to Your Highness! That guy's name is Vitelli! I heard... his parents were both high-class warriors who sacrificed themselves during a mission. It is said that his combat power was as high as 500 at birth; he is a bona fide high-class warrior! However..."

Raditz paused, a hint of imperceptible disdain in his tone, "He doesn't seem to have any ambition. He locks himself at home every day to train his body and almost never goes out to challenge other warriors."

"Ha? Training his body?"

Prince Vegeta looked as if he had heard the world's greatest joke, his youthful face revealing a cold mockery disproportionate to his age. "Combat power of only 500 at birth? A high-class warrior?"

He sneered, "Does a bug with such power dare to be so arrogant? As a high-class warrior, he actually needs to train like a low-class warrior? How dare such trash look down on me, Lord Vegeta!"

He stood up abruptly, his small frame erupting with astonishing pressure as his sharp gaze pierced toward Vitelli:

"Raditz! Go tell him to meet me at the palace training grounds immediately after the banquet ends! I will let him experience what true power is!"

"Yes! Your Highness!"

Raditz felt a chill, quickly acknowledging the order before hurrying toward Vitelli, who was squatting in the corner.

Nappa, standing nearby, looked puzzled and interjected in a muffled voice:

"Prince Vegeta, why go through all this trouble? If you find him annoying, why don't I just go over and crush him to death right now?"

He rubbed his hands together, looking eager to try.

"Idiot!!!"

Prince Vegeta turned back and roared at Nappa. The volume was so great that the entire banquet hall fell silent again, and the eyes of everyone chatting nearby focused on them.

Prince Vegeta's small face flushed red with anger as he pointed at Nappa.

"Use your brain! Use that scouter you treat as a decoration on your face to see what his current combat power is?!!"

Nappa was stunned by the shout, subconsciously adjusting the scouter on his ear and aiming the lens at Vitelli in the corner.

"Beep... beep... beep..." The scouter's reading jumped wildly, finally stabilizing at a number that made Nappa's pupils shrink:

2800!

"Two... two thousand eight hundred combat power?!"

Nappa cried out, his massive forehead instantly covered in cold sweat.

He looked in disbelief at the figure that didn't appear particularly strong.

"I'm over twenty years old, and my combat power is only three thousand! He's only four... and he actually... actually has nearly three thousand combat power?!"

A wave of lingering fear washed over him. If he had really rushed over just now... was there any need to ask who would have died?

The look he gave his prince was filled with gratitude and awe; it was fortunate that the prince was wise enough!

Prince Vegeta snorted coldly, ignoring Nappa's shock and fear.

He sat back down in his chair, his small face returning to its previous coldness, but a fierce fighting spirit ignited deep within his eyes.

"Hmph! Go tell him I'm waiting for him at the training grounds. Tell him not to think about running away."

Having said that, he ignored the ongoing banquet and stood up, leaving the noisy hall directly.

He left Nappa and Raditz staring at each other, along with a crowd of confused Saiyan guests whispering among themselves.

Nappa and Raditz quickly followed, their hearts filled with wariness toward that quiet "monster," Vitelli.

But at the same time, they were both filled with anticipation for the power their prince was about to display!

A mere three thousand combat power from someone who never fought—wasn't he just an ant that could be crushed at will before a prince who had been challenging others since birth?

When Vitelli walked into the empty, exclusive palace training grounds after eating his fill, Prince Vegeta was already waiting there.

The small figure stood with his back to the entrance, arms crossed in a posture of looking down upon the world.

Nappa and Raditz stood respectfully in the corner, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"You've arrived, Vitelli." Vegeta turned, his cold gaze locking onto Vitelli with a condescending scrutiny.

"I heard you were born with a battle power of 500? And now... 3,000? Not bad at all."

His tone was thick with undisguised mockery as he bared his teeth in a wild grin:

"Hahahaha!!! But, how much of that power can someone like you, who never fights, actually unleash?! In front of this Prince, your strength doesn't even qualify as a warm-up!!!"

Vitelli watched him calmly, his face devoid of expression, merely nodding slightly:

"Your Highness is too kind. May I ask why you summoned me here?"

"Hmph!"

A dangerous curve tugged at the corner of Vegeta's mouth.

"Simple. This Prince wants to see exactly what this so-called genius high-class warrior is made of! Use all your power and attack me! Let me see what your ridiculous training has actually amounted to!"

No sooner had the words left his lips than Vegeta's small figure vanished from the spot! His speed was so great that only a sharp sonic boom remained in the air!

He had chosen to strike first, intending to use the force of a thunderbolt to crush the boring pride of this guard who dared to look down on him!

His fist, wrapped in the power of Thousand Jun, tore through the air, whistling with a terrifying sound as it aimed straight for Vitelli's face!

Cruel delight flickered in Vegeta's eyes; he could already see the bridge of the other's nose collapsing and blood splattering everywhere.

He continued to laugh wildly, his playful gaze fixed firmly on Vitelli, eager to see him panic and drop to his knees to beg for mercy.

However, the next instant, the smile in his eyes froze.

With incredible agility, Vitelli tilted his body slightly at the very moment the fist was about to make contact!

The wind from the punch grazed his hair, blowing a few stray black strands aside.

"Nani?!"

Vegeta felt a jolt of shock, but his movements didn't falter for a second; his other fist swept out with even more violent force!

Vitelli shifted his feet, dodging again like a ghost. His movements were fluid and natural, as if he were merely taking a stroll.

"Is that all you can do, just dodge?! Bastard!!!"

Vegeta was thoroughly enraged, his small body erupting with even greater speed!

His punches and kicks turned into a blur of afterimages, raining down on Vitelli like a torrential storm! Every strike contained enough terrifying power to shatter the earth!

But Vitelli was like a leaf drifting in a gale; though it seemed perilous, he always managed to dodge perfectly by a hair's breadth at the very last moment!

He controlled his movements, ensuring not a single motion was wasted.

He continued to evade with precision, efficiency, and an indescribable sense of rhythm.

"This... how is this possible?!"

In the corner, Nappa and Raditz watched, dumbfounded, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

Where was the crushing defeat they had expected from the Prince?

Why had it turned into the Prince attacking frantically, while Vitelli seemed to be toying with him?!

He never fought, did he? How could he be this strong!

Just as Vegeta's breath grew ragged from the prolonged assault and a flaw appeared in his defense!

Vitelli moved!

For the first time, he lunged forward, his speed so great that Vegeta's eyes could only capture a fleeting afterimage!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of dull, lightning-fast strikes rang out like popping beans!

Vegeta felt his vision blur.

Dense, violent impacts rained down on his body, face, and head, accompanied by intense, searing pain!

He realized with horror that Vitelli's fists were moving faster than his own limits of reaction!

Every strike landed precisely on his weakest points; the power wasn't overwhelming, but it was incredibly piercing.

The rain of attacks left him dizzy and seeing stars; he couldn't even mount a counterattack!

"Urgh!"

Vegeta let out a cry of pain, his body stumbling backward uncontrollably.

When he finally managed to steady himself, his head was buzzing, and his face burned with stinging pain.

He instinctively reached up to touch his forehead—several large, visible lumps were already swelling up!

Vitelli mimicked Vegeta's earlier grin, looking at his disheveled state and mocking him: "Oh? Why is your head so pointy?"

"Ki... kishou!!!"

Vegeta's composure shattered completely; his youthful voice distorted by extreme rage and humiliation!

His eyes turned blood-red as he glared at Vitelli, who stood opposite him with a mocking expression, his breathing barely changed.

"You bastard! Why?! Why are you so strong?!!"

He couldn't understand it!

He was a one-in-a-million genius among the Saiyan!

The opponent clearly hadn't fought at all!

Why? Why couldn't he land a single hit on him? Why could he strike him so easily?

Those ghostly movements... those strikes precise to a terrifying degree... this simply couldn't be explained by a combat power of just over 3000!

"Heh!"

Vitelli flicked his wrist lightly, as if he had just finished a warm-up exercise, a faint, lingering smile still playing on his face.

"Truly powerful, my respected Prince Vegeta. That last barrage of attacks almost managed to hurt me."

His flat tone sounded even more grating to Vegeta's ears than the most vicious mockery!

"Vitelli!!"

Raditz finally snapped out of it, emboldened enough to rush over and steady the swaying Vegeta, shouting at Vitelli with a fierce expression that barely masked his fear, "You... how dare you show such disrespect to the Prince! Do you have any idea what you're doing right now?!"

The smile on Vitelli's face didn't change, but his eyes turned cold as he looked at Raditz: "Disrespect? Raditz, don't go slandering me."

He shifted his gaze to Vegeta, who was covered in bumps and trembling with shame and fury, his tone laced with amusement, "I am merely following Prince Vegeta's orders to fight with all my might. After all, the Prince is a legendary genius; how could I dare not give my all?"

Vegeta shoved Raditz aside, forcing himself to stand steady despite the dizziness and humiliation.

He stared daggers at Vitelli, his gaze as if he wanted to tear him apart and swallow him whole: "Powerful? You call this powerful?!"

He pointed to the bumps on his head, his voice trembling with extreme rage, "Tell me! What exactly are you?! Your combat power is clearly only three thousand! You clearly haven't fought anyone! How on earth did you do it?!"

Vitelli looked at the Saiyan prince whose pride he had crushed, his heart remaining completely unmoved.