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

"Forgive me, Goku. I promise this is the last time!"

"I don't believe a word of your nonsense! You liar, Vitelli! You stop right there!"

Goku shrieked in fury, ignoring the exhaustion racking his body as he immediately flared his energy and gave chase!

The two figures, one chasing and one fleeing, vanished rapidly over the horizon.

Only Goku's angry shouts and Vitelli's unscrupulous laughter echoed across the wasteland.

Back at the spot, Raditz and Nappa, who had just barely managed to scramble to his feet, couldn't help but stare at each other.

Then, both men simultaneously tilted their heads back, gazing up at the high altitude where Vegeta had disappeared.

There was nothing left there but empty sky.

Raditz hesitated for a moment before saying to Nappa:

"Nappa... why don't you... fly up there and look for him, maybe go fetch Prince Vegeta?"

Upon hearing this, Nappa shook his bald head like a rattle, lowering his voice to whisper to Raditz:

"I may be a fool, but I'm not stupid! If I go up there now and see the Prince in such a pathetic state, he'll definitely kill me to silence me once he recovers! Are you trying to get me killed?"

Raditz thought about Vegeta's personality and decided that Nappa's logic seemed perfectly sound.

And so, the two Saiyan warriors had no choice but to keep their necks craned, standing foolishly in place while silently praying:

Prince Vegeta, you must be safe and sound...

And also, Please hurry up and fall back down; standing here looking at the sky like this is really stupid...

Can Grant Any Wish (Lol)

The atmosphere in the living room of Brief Manor was somewhat subtle.

Goku looked aggrieved, like a child reporting a grievance, as he chattered away to Bulma about how Vitelli had deceived him.

Bulma raised an eyebrow in surprise as she listened, then shot a sharp, annoyed glare at Vitelli, who was trying to pretend he was admiring the scenery nearby.

After hearing Goku's complaint, she first instructed the robot butler:

"Go prepare the most sumptuous feast, and make sure there's plenty of meat!"

Then, she reached out and pinched Vitelli's ear, giving it a firm twist!

"Ow, ow, ow! It hurts, it hurts! Easy there, babe!"

Vitelli immediately played along, baring his teeth and grimacing as he begged for mercy.

"I'm telling you!"

Bulma's tone was filled with feigned reproach.

"Goku is simple-minded to begin with, and you still lie to him like that? Are you happy seeing him upset? If you're really that bored, come help me run errands and do some chores!"

Faced with his wife's demands, what could Vitelli do?

He could only nod repeatedly, promising with a fawning smile:

"Yes, yes, my fault, my fault. Running errands, right? No problem! Leave it to me!"

Soon, a luxurious feast, dazzling to the eyes and overflowing with rich aromas, was brought to the table by the robot servants.

Golden, crispy roasted whole lamb, giant dinosaur meat dripping with juices, and all sorts of exquisite, tempting desserts...

Goku forgot his grievances in an instant, his drool nearly hitting the floor.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, and he couldn't wait to dive in and start eating.

Looking at the spread, Vitelli suddenly said:

"Wait a moment before we start. I'll go call that guy Vegeta over too. He's actually not a bad guy; he's just a bit tsundere, has a foul mouth, is a bit short, and is a bit stubborn... ahem, anyway, you two might become good friends in the future."

Upon hearing this, Goku stopped drooling over the food and nodded in agreement:

"Yeah! Since everything before was just you lying to me, Vitelli, and Vegeta didn't send anyone to kill everyone, then he's not a bad guy!"

Vitelli smiled at this, unable to help but mutter under his breath:

"He was literally going to kill you, and he's not a bad guy? You really are something, Scum-rot."

After saying this line that left Goku completely bewildered, Vitelli's figure flashed and vanished from the dining room in an instant.

At the peak of a mountain range on Earth, covered in snow year-round.

Amidst the howling cold wind, Vegeta stood alone at the very summit with his arms crossed, his tattered battle armor flapping violently in the gale.

The wounds he sustained from his battle with Goku had yet to heal, and some of the smaller cuts were still faintly oozing blood.

His expression was grim, his eyes fixed on the rolling sea of clouds in the distance as he pondered something, his entire being radiating a low pressure that warned others to stay away.

Swish!

Vitelli's figure appeared behind him without warning.

"Yo, Vegeta."

Vitelli greeted him with a grin.

"Going to grab a bite? My place has prepared tons of delicious food!"

Prince Vegeta's body stiffened slightly, but he didn't turn around, merely letting out an icy snort through his nose:

"Hmph!"

In his mind, that bastard Vitelli had actually goaded that idiot Kakarot into successfully transforming into a Super Saiyan—just like him—by spreading rumors and dragging his name through the mud, all while ensuring he was defeated in front of his own subordinates!

This humiliating disgrace was something he, Prince Vegeta, had noted down! And he would absolutely remember it for the rest of his life!

Vitelli didn't care at all about his cold attitude, walking up with a grin and slinging an arm around Prince Vegeta's shoulder with practiced familiarity.

This action made Prince Vegeta stiffen all over again.

Vitelli subconsciously gauged the height difference between them—the top of Prince Vegeta's head barely reached his chest.

"Pfft—"

Vitelli couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

Prince Vegeta whipped his head around to glare at him, fury brewing in his eyes:

"You... what are you laughing at?!!"

Vitelli quickly waved his hands, offering an insincere apology:

"Sorry, sorry, I really couldn't help it... it's all because you're so short! Tell me, Kakarot and I have been shooting up in height these past few years, how come you haven't changed at all? Is your growth spurt stuck?"

Vitelli was now exactly 1.8 meters tall, Goku was around 1.75 meters, and Prince Vegeta...

He estimated he was barely hitting 1.65 meters.

"You...!"

Prince Vegeta's face turned beet red in an instant, veins popping on his forehead as if he'd been stepped on.

He roared his rebuttal:

"I am a Saiyan! The prince of the noble warrior race, the Saiyans!!! My height may not be great, but my combat power is!!! Vitelli, you bastard! Stop laughing!!!"

With that, he threw a furious punch straight at Vitelli's face!

Watching Prince Vegeta completely lose his composure and fly into a rage, Vitelli laughed even harder.

His shoulders shook as he completely ignored the punch landing on his face, which felt like nothing more than a light tap to him:

"Heh... hahaha... sorry... but it really is funny..."

Prince Vegeta's expression was as ugly as if he were looking at his father's killer!

If looks could kill, Vitelli would already be Shang Yang.

Vitelli finally finished laughing, rubbed the tears from his eyes, and patted Prince Vegeta on the shoulder.

Half-joking and half-serious, he said: "So, Prince Vegeta, who are you comparing your combat power to? Goku? Goku just beat you. Or... do you think you can beat me?"

He paused, adding in a deliberately provocative tone:

"Do you need me to stand here and let you attack me with everything you've got for ten minutes without fighting back? See if you can even break my defense?"

Prince Vegeta's face, which had just begun to cool down, turned bright red with rage once more!

He huffed and puffed, finally squeezing a sentence through his teeth:

"Ka... Kakarot won unfairly! It was... you who interfered in our fight! Otherwise, I would never have lost!"

Vitelli shrugged indifferently:

"Fine, fine, it's all my fault, okay? My bad. So now, noble Prince Vegeta, are you going to eat or not? If you don't, Kakarot and I are going to start without you. There's so much good food, are you sure you want to miss out?"

A look of intense struggle and hesitation appeared on Prince Vegeta's face.

On one hand, he really didn't want to give this detestable Vitelli the satisfaction of a friendly face.

On the other hand, after such an intense battle, his stomach was indeed growling, and he had developed a certain appreciation for the deliciousness of Earth's food...

In the end, hunger triumphed over his pride.

He let out a heavy snort, turned his head away, and spoke in the tone of a true warrior:

"Hmph! Fine! I'll go! Just so I can show you! I might not be your match right now, but at the dinner table, you are absolutely no match for me, Prince Vegeta!!!"

Vitelli muttered to himself:

Good grief, this strange competitive streak...

"Alright, alright, Your Highness, God of the Dinner Table, let's go."

Vitelli pressed a hand onto Prince Vegeta's shoulder.

Whoosh!

The two figures vanished instantly from the peak of the freezing snowy mountain.

A moment later, they reappeared in the warm, comfortable dining room of Brief Manor, filled with the aroma of food.

The moment they arrived, Prince Vegeta gave his shoulder a sharp jerk, shaking off Vitelli's hand with utter disgust, as if he had been touched by something filthy.

He didn't even glance at Vitelli, walking straight to the dining table to find an empty seat and plopping down. He crossed his arms and lifted his chin high, struggling to maintain his haughty posture.

But... his tattered combat suit and the scars on his face made it impossible for him to look arrogant.

Goku, who had been drooling uncontrollably at the table full of delicacies with a glazed look in his eyes, immediately greeted him with a grin upon seeing Vegeta arrive:

"Yo, Vegeta, you're here!"

Vegeta couldn't be bothered to look at him directly, merely letting out a cold snort through his nose and saying to Goku in a firm tone:

"Next time we fight! I will definitely be the one to win!"

Having said that, he didn't give Goku a chance to reply.

He immediately picked up the knife and fork at hand and launched a fierce assault on the food on the table with lightning speed!

That speed, that intensity—it was as if he wasn't eating, but engaged in a fierce battle!

Seeing this, Goku grew anxious and hurriedly shouted:

"I won't lose!"

Then he immediately joined this dining table war.

Watching those two guys who had instantly started wolfing down their food, even occasionally provoking each other with their eyes, Vitelli couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart:

These two are truly... bound by a twisted fate.

Seeing the two of them eating until their faces were flushed red, he wouldn't be foolish enough to compete for food with these two reincarnated gluttons.

He turned and wandered into a small dining room nearby to start enjoying his meal.

Just kidding, do you know what it means to have a private kitchen? Bulma definitely saved something better for him!

After eating and drinking their fill, Goku and Vegeta were both sprawled on their chairs without a shred of decorum, their bellies round and bloated, feeling as if even moving a finger was an effort.

But even so, the "war" between the two had not yet ended.