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

"Finally back!"

Bulma cheered excitedly, taking a deep breath of the familiar Earth air before grabbing Vitelli's hand and rushing toward home without a moment's delay.

"Dad! Mom! We're home!"

The Brief household seemed as if time had stood still, remaining in its usual cozy and slightly cluttered state.

Dr. Brief, sporting his signature messy blue hair, sat in a chair in the front yard, leisurely sipping black tea while reading the newspaper.

Mrs. Brief was busy in the garden as always, tending to her beloved flowers and various small pets.

"Mom!" Bulma dashed over like a happy little bird and gave her mother a giant hug.

"Oh my!"

Mrs. Brief stumbled back a step from the impact, but her face was wreathed in a joyful smile.

She gently patted Bulma on the back and chided her with a tender tone:

"Honestly, little Bulma is already a grown woman, why are you still so reckless? You need to be more composed~"

She looked up and her eyes lit up the moment she saw Vitelli following behind, and she immediately greeted him with enthusiasm:

"Ara~! Little Vitelli is back too! How wonderful! How long do you plan on staying this time? Oh, and when do you plan on marrying our little Bulma and having a baby? You two were gone for two months, and with just me and Bulma's dad at home, it felt so lonely~"

Faced with Mrs. Brief's overly blunt and enthusiastic concern, Vitelli felt instantly overwhelmed.

He could only offer an awkward smile, not knowing how to answer her questions.

Fortunately, Bulma came to the rescue just in time.

She linked her arm through her mother's and pulled her toward the house, acting spoiled:

"Mom~! What are you saying! We're still so young, marriage and babies are a long way off!"

"Ara? Is that so?"

Mrs. Brief was led away by her daughter but couldn't help turning back to look at Bulma, suddenly exclaiming in surprise:

"Huh? Little Bulma, why does Mom feel like you've... become younger and prettier? Your skin is much better too! Tell Mom quickly, did you use some new skincare product? Or did little Vitelli find some magical beauty secret out in the universe..."

The mother and daughter chatted and laughed as they walked away, the topic quickly shifting from pressuring them to have children to beauty and skincare.

Vitelli finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the chair next to Dr. Brief to sit down.

Dr. Brief put down his newspaper, adjusted his glasses, and nodded calmly at Vitelli as a greeting, saying in a peaceful tone: "You're back."

"Yes, I'm back, Doctor."

Vitelli responded politely as well.

Without excessive pleasantries, the two naturally began to chat about Bulma's "Interstellar Logistics and Ecological Simulation" project.

Vitelli provided information on different ecological environments he had seen in the universe, while Dr. Brief shared new ideas regarding large-scale spaceship structural design and anti-gravity system optimization.

Although Vitelli couldn't understand all of it, the old man and the young man hit it off quite well.

After lunch, by the afternoon, Vitelli sensed two familiar, intensely clashing energy signatures in the distance.

Could it really be Son Goku and the others? Are they actually fighting? This piqued his intense interest.

After telling Bulma, Vitelli flashed and vanished from the estate in an instant.

In a desolate, uninhabited Gobi desert on the outskirts of West City.

Vegeta was hovering in mid-air, his face so gloomy it looked like it might drip water.

Suppressing his rage, he shouted at the young man standing on the ground below:

"Kakarot! You listen to me clearly! You are a Saiyan, a warrior race! Not some weakling Earthling! Why do you refuse to come with me to conquer planets and expand our forces?! Do you intend to abandon the last shred of Saiyan pride?!"

Several months had passed since Vitelli went to the God of Destruction Realm, and Son Goku had grown from a teenager into a taller, more robust young man.

He scratched his head, his face filled with genuine confusion as he shouted back:

"Why would I want to invade others? That's wrong! And besides, I'm an Earthling, my name is Son Goku! Not Kakarot! Why are you and that guy Vitelli always so insistent on not calling me by my name?"

"You...!"

Veins bulged on Vegeta's forehead; he felt it was impossible to communicate with this stubborn idiot!

He took a deep breath, using his last shred of patience to deliver an ultimatum in an icy tone:

"Kakarot! This is the last time I will give you a chance! Join my team, come with me to kill Frieza and avenge Planet Vegeta! Then, use our power to conquer planet after planet and rebuild a new Planet Vegeta that belongs to us Saiyans! This is your inherent responsibility as a Saiyan!"

Upon hearing this, Son Goku frowned, looking at Vegeta with a pout:

"I already told you I'm not some Saiyan! Whoever you want to take revenge on is your own business! Why do you have to drag me into doing bad things? You guy, are you a bad person?"

Nappa, standing to the side, couldn't watch any longer and couldn't help but shout:

"Kakarot! What kind of nonsense are you spouting! You are not allowed to be disrespectful to Prince Vegeta!"

The burly Nappa wore a cruel smile on his face, twisted his neck, and let out a cracking sound.

He turned to Vegeta to request orders:

"Prince Vegeta, a weakling like this isn't worth so much of your breath! Why not let me teach him a profound lesson so he understands who truly has his best interests at heart!"

Vegeta looked down at Goku, who wore an expression that clearly read "you are the bad guy," and his last shred of patience finally evaporated.

He let out a heavy snort, his voice dripping with murderous intent:

"Since you insist on betraying your own bloodline and choosing to stand with the lowly Earthlings... then you have no value left alive. Nappa, do it. Make his death a painful one!"

"Hehehe! As you command, Prince Vegeta!"

Nappa bared his teeth in a savage grin, his bloodthirsty gaze locked onto Goku.

"Kid Kakarot! Get ready to scream your lungs out! I won't be holding back!"

Before the words had even faded, Nappa's hulking frame charged toward Goku like a tank, his fist, the size of a sandbag, whistling through the air as it smashed toward Goku's face!

However, what happened next completely defied the expectations of both Vegeta and Raditz.

Facing Nappa's ferocious assault, Goku simply tilted his body slightly and dodged with ease.

He immediately countered with a punch, moving with astonishing speed to land a heavy blow squarely in Nappa's gut before the giant could even react!

"Ugh!"

Nappa felt an unimaginable force surge through him, as if his internal organs had been displaced.

He let out a pained groan, his massive body involuntarily folding like a shrimp.

Goku didn't stop for a second, following up with a swift uppercut that slammed into Nappa's chin!

CRACK! A sickening, teeth-grinding sound echoed out.

"Pwah—!"

Nappa screamed as he was sent flying backward, several bloody teeth mixed with saliva spraying from his mouth before he crashed heavily onto the distant sands, unable to climb back up for a good while.

Vitelli had just arrived on the scene via Instant Transmission, only to witness Goku brutally beating Nappa.

He couldn't help but smack his lips, shaking his head in sympathy:

"Tsk, the moment I arrive, I see Goku thrashing Nappa... Nappa really is pathetic."

Watching Nappa moan on the ground with several teeth missing, Vitelli flashed over to appear beside the livid Vegeta.

He asked with curiosity:

"So... you guys finally couldn't help but start some trouble?"

Vegeta was focused entirely on Goku, whose strength far exceeded his expectations, and had no mood to entertain Vitelli, merely letting out a cold, dissatisfied snort through his nose.

Raditz, standing to the side, had no choice but to whisper an explanation to Vitelli:

"Vegeta discovered Kakarot's energy signature. The Prince wanted him to join our ranks to bolster our strength. Who would have thought that Kakarot would not only refuse but also speak insolently, and now he's even wounded Nappa..."

Vitelli chuckled upon hearing this, his tone laced with amusement: "So you're saying it's all Kakarot's fault?"

Raditz stood there timidly, not knowing what else to say.

Just then, Vegeta could no longer stand by and watch.

Nappa's miserable defeat made him feel as though he had lost all face.

With a "whoosh," he instantly flew down to the battlefield, impatiently barking at Nappa, who was still struggling on the ground:

"Useless trash! Get out of the way! Stop making a spectacle of yourself!"

Kicking Nappa aside, Vegeta turned his icy gaze toward Goku, who was already standing ready, and began to radiate a dangerous aura:

"Kakarot! Don't think that just because you got lucky and beat a piece of trash like Nappa, you have the right to act arrogant in front of me! My power is far beyond anything you can imagine!"

Goku shook out his wrists, a grin of excitement spreading across his face at the prospect of a strong opponent, his eyes sharpening:

"Is that so? Perfect! I can feel that you're different from them! Come on, let's have a real fight!"

"Hah!!!"

"Hmph!!!"

Both men erupted with energy, their figures instantly vanishing from where they stood!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The intense sounds of fists and feet colliding rang out across the wasteland like a rapid drumbeat, the resulting gale whipping sand and stone into a frenzy!

Both were moving at astonishing speeds, leaving countless afterimages in the air and on the ground.

Vegeta's fighting style was fierce and sharp; seizing an opening, he delivered a brutal side-kick that slammed into Goku's face!

"Oowah!"

Goku cried out in pain, his body sent flying uncontrollably until he rolled several times across the ground to steady himself.

He rubbed his rapidly swelling cheek, the fighting spirit in his eyes burning even brighter:

"You... you really are strong!"

He could feel his blood beginning to boil!

"Hah!!!"

With a roar, Goku's speed surged once more, his figure instantly appearing at Vegeta's side as he unleashed a heavy punch toward the Saiyan Prince's cheek!

Vegeta wore a sneer of disdain: "Nothing special!"

Smack! Fist met arm with a dull thud.

Vegeta seized the opportunity to grab Goku's wrist, planting his feet firmly as he prepared to use his superior strength to swing Goku around and smash him into the ground!

Unexpectedly, Goku reacted with lightning speed, his other hand instantly clamping onto Vegeta's arm. Using the momentum of Vegeta's swing, he performed a nimble flip, his legs locking around Vegeta's neck like a pair of scissors as he exerted explosive force from his waist!

"Haa!"

With a fierce shout, Goku utilized his leverage and explosive power to throw Vegeta completely off balance!

Simultaneously, he adjusted his posture in mid-air and delivered a heavy kick squarely to Vegeta's face!

Boom!

This time it was Vegeta's turn to be sent flying, carving a long trench into the ground before he finally came to a stop.

"Ptui!"

Vegeta stood up and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He touched his burning cheek, his eyes turning increasingly savage and furious as he glared at Goku.

"You bastard... I'll never forgive you! Adadadadada...!!"

In a fit of rage, Vegeta waved his hands repeatedly, instantly firing countless energy blasts!

These blasts rained down like a torrential storm, covering every possible escape route Goku might take! It was Vegeta's signature move, commonly known as the Prince Tactics!

Goku's expression shifted, and he immediately began moving at high speed, twisting and turning desperately through the gaps between the blasts.

However, the barrage was simply too dense, and several blasts still struck his body, erupting into balls of flame that left him aching all over.

"Ya!!!"

Goku's own temper flared. He erupted with energy, forming a powerful barrier around his body, and charged straight toward Vegeta, forcing his way through the relentless hail of energy blasts!