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

An utter humiliation! Simply an utter humiliation!

Under the surge of agitation, the pale golden aura around his body ignited once again, spiraling out of control!

"Alright, alright, I know you're a pseudo Super Saiyan, very impressive, very impressive indeed. No need to get so worked up."

Vitelli waved his hand dismissively as if coaxing a child, before answering with a straight face.

"Haven't you known for a long time how I became stronger? Why bother asking me?"

Vegeta didn't buy this explanation for a second and retorted furiously:

"Don't try to fob me off with that Gravity Chamber nonsense! I can already fully adapt to the thirty-fold gravity environment of Planet Vegeta! I refuse to believe that a slacker like you, who only knew how to cut corners back then, could possibly outperform me in gravity training!"

Vitelli shook his head helplessly and suddenly raised his hand to rap Vegeta on the head:

"You brute, is all you see me doing is entering the Gravity Chamber? Let me ask you, is there a possibility—I mean, could it be that sometimes, 'slacking off' is more important than blindly burying yourself in grueling training?"

Vegeta froze at these words, then reacted as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

He waved his hand dismissively, rejecting the notion with ironclad certainty:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could slacking off make anyone stronger? I don't believe a word of your nonsense! Forget it if you don't want to tell me!"

He finished huffily and turned his head away, deliberately refusing to look at Vitelli.

He turned toward Raditz, who was cautiously observing him from the side, and spoke in a commanding tone:

"Raditz!"

"Yes! Prince Vegeta!"

Raditz quickly snapped to attention.

"Since Vitelli saved your life, I will spare you today."

Vegeta crossed his arms, his tone icy.

"From today on, you are no longer a combat member of our squad! Your new status is that of a research staff member under my command! Responsible for... responsible for research... whatever! Nappa!"

"Here! Prince Vegeta!" Nappa responded immediately.

"Your task from now on is to ensure Raditz's safety! Let him research whatever he wants!"

Vegeta ordered.

Nappa and Raditz were both stunned, but immediately dropped to one knee and responded respectfully:

"Yes! As you command, Prince Vegeta!"

They understood that this was perhaps Vegeta's awkward way of giving Vitelli some face.

Vitelli couldn't help but smile as he watched this scene.

He looked at Vegeta, who was still deliberately putting on an arrogant front and refusing to meet his eyes, despite the fact that his mind might already be elsewhere, and asked:

"You mentioned earlier that you wanted to go to Earth?"

Vegeta snorted, lifting his chin even higher:

"So what if I did! As the prince of the Saiyan race, do I need to report to you just to go find my subjects scattered abroad?!"

His tone remained as sharp as ever.

Vitelli wasn't offended, merely saying slowly:

"But I happen to live on Earth right now."

This statement struck like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky, causing Vegeta's expression to change instantly!

He whipped his head around to glare at Vitelli, as if he had finally found an outlet for his frustration:

"I knew it! Back on Planet Soph, that trash king spouted nonsense before he died, claiming you headed toward Earth. I scoffed at it then! I never expected that you really ran off to hide in a backwater place like Earth! You..."

Seeing Vegeta beginning his irritable ranting mode again, Vitelli had to interrupt to soothe him:

"Alright, alright, calm down. I went to Earth back then to seek an opportunity and a method to become stronger. Why are you getting so worked up?"

He paused, watching Vegeta's expression soften slightly, and continued:

"I never said I wouldn't tell you the method to get stronger, or that I wouldn't let you go to Earth."

Vegeta let out another cold snort, his face clearly reading "I don't believe you":

"Hmph! Trying to trick me into slacking off during training again? You really are as cunning and deceitful as you were back then!"

Vitelli couldn't be bothered to waste any more breath on him.

He reached out, grabbed the collar of Vegeta's battle armor, and beckoned to Nappa and Raditz:

"Come closer."

Once both had approached, Vitelli's expression turned serious.

He swept his gaze over the three of them and said in a deep voice:

"Let me make this clear. I can take you to Earth, but! Once we get there, if you can't control your temper, start killing people, causing destruction, or acting like villains..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a terrifying aura that defied description erupted from his body!

Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz turned deathly pale in the face of this aura!

Vegeta could barely remain standing, but his body trembled involuntarily, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

Nappa's legs went weak, nearly bringing him to his knees.

As for the weakest of the three, Raditz, he was slammed face-first into the ground by the invisible pressure with a dull thud, finding it difficult even to breathe!

"...I will ensure you die without a burial ground!"

Vitelli's icy voice rang in their ears like a final judgment.

"Do you all understand?"

The immense pressure receded like a retreating tide.

The three of them gasped for air, their eyes filled with unprecedented fear and awe.

Seeing the three nod stiffly, Vitelli returned to his relaxed expression.

He grabbed Vegeta and Nappa by their collars with his hands, then lifted a foot to step on the back of Raditz, who was still struggling to recover on the ground.

"Let's go!"

Whoosh—!

The next moment, the figures of the four vanished from the desolate planet without a trace, leaving behind only the unextinguished campfire and the slightly charred meat on the grill.

Some time later, several uniquely shaped single-person spacecraft descended upon the desolate planet, their thrusters trailing plumes of fire.

The hatches opened, and several bizarre figures emerged.

Upon exiting their ships, they gathered quickly and struck a synchronized, incredibly shameful pose that would make any bystander's toes curl in embarrassment!

"We are! The Ginyu Force!!!" x5

After the pose, several members immediately dispersed according to orders, turning into streaks of light as they rushed to different corners of the planet to search with swift, professional movements.

Only Captain Ginyu walked over to the circular spaceships abandoned by Vegeta and his group. He pressed a finger to the scouter on his ear and reported the situation in a respectful tone:

"Reporting to Lord Frieza, we have only found the abandoned spaceships of the Vegeta squad on this planet; the three of them are nowhere to be found. I have already ordered Jeice, Burter, and the others to search the surrounding area thoroughly. We will not let a single corner of this planet go unchecked!"

After a moment of silence on the other end of the scouter, Frieza's polite yet murderous voice came through:

"Ho ho ho~! You've worked hard, Captain Ginyu. Please be sure to find the hiding place of those Saiyan rats. Once found, do not alert them; contact me immediately. I will arrive in person."

"Yes!! Lord Frieza!"

Ginyu responded immediately, but hesitated before adding:

"But Lord Frieza, dealing with a traitorous squad like Vegeta's is more than enough for the Ginyu Force to handle! Why trouble yourself to come in person?"

Frieza sneered on the other end of the communicator, his tone seemingly soothing yet brook no argument:

"I know Captain Ginyu wants to share my burdens~ how thoughtful. But there is no need. For these damned Saiyan monkeys, I must crush them with my own hands to feel at ease! Captain Ginyu, do not forget: once you find them, you must notify me 'the very first moment'!"

The deliberate emphasis on "the very first moment" sent a slight chill through Ginyu. He bowed his head respectfully:

"Yes! This subordinate understands! I will strictly follow your orders, Lord Frieza!"

While the Ginyu Force continued their search, back on Earth, the first thing Vegeta and the others did after being brought there by Vitelli was...

Eat!

Looking at the mountain of plates and the robots that were all smoking and malfunctioning due to the sheer speed of the service, Dr. Brief adjusted his glasses and sighed subconsciously:

"As expected of friends brought by Vitelli, they are just as ravenous as he is."

Chapter 30: A Super Warrior is Born Under a Well-Intentioned Lie

In the God of Destruction Realm, the constant, gentle sunlight fell warmly in front of the modern house.

Bulma had already sorted and packed her precision research instruments, design blueprints, and personal items into categories.

She clapped her hands in satisfaction, took a capsule labeled "Sundries" from her Capsule Corp case, and tossed it gently forward.

"Bang!"

After a burst of white smoke, the mountain of items on the ground vanished instantly, all contained within that tiny capsule.

Standing to the side, Vitelli watched in amazement and couldn't help but exclaim:

"No matter how many times I see it, I find this thing incredibly convenient. I can't believe space technology can reach this level."

Bulma lifted her chin proudly and said:

"Of course! This is the greatest invention of our Capsule Corp, bar none! However..."

Her tone shifted, and a confident light flickered in her eyes.

"In the future, I will definitely surpass this technology and develop an invention that will shock everyone!"

Vitelli smiled without responding, only thinking to himself:

"The Time Machine you invent in the future truly left everyone feeling an unprecedented sense of shock."

Of course, he wouldn't say that out loud right now.

Taking Bulma's hand, the two of them walked out onto the lawn together.

Beerus and Whis were sitting leisurely by the table and chairs, enjoying their afternoon tea.

Ever since Vitelli had finished cleaning up nearly all the planets in this universe that required it, Beerus had been living a life of total ease, much like a retired official.

Aside from the mornings when he couldn't be found, the rest of the time he could basically be seen either leisurely tasting snacks and black tea, or napping on a lounge chair, letting out soft snores.

If not for knowing his status as a God of Destruction, Vitelli would have almost mistaken him for a pet cat that he and Bulma were raising—one that was particularly gluttonous, sleepy, and had a rather bad temper.

"Lord Beerus, Whis, we're getting ready to head back to Earth."

Vitelli greeted them.

Beerus cast a lazy glance at him and let out a "hm," acknowledging the news.

Whis nodded with a smile:

"Safe travels, Vitelli-san, Bulma-san. Do remember to bring some of Earth's specialty delicacies when you come back next time~"

After confirming once more that these two had no intention of going to Earth with them, Vitelli nodded.

"In that case, we're off."

Whis and Beerus raised a hand in perfect synchronization, waving it lazily as a casual farewell.

That display of perfect rapport made Vitelli feel somewhat amused.

Whoosh—!

Instant Transmission activated! With almost no sense of time passing, the scenery before their eyes shifted instantly from the exotic landscape of the God of Destruction Realm to the familiar sights of Earth.

West City, at the main gate of Dr. Brief's estate.