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

"Hic... just... just now, I ate three more pieces of that roast meat than you! I won! Kakarot!"

Vegeta announced with a difficult belch.

Goku was equally stuffed, but he retorted, unconvinced:

"No... that's not it! You started eating before I did! Vegeta, you're cheating! That doesn't count!"

"Nonsense! That was a tactic!"

"It's just cheating!"

The two slumped in their chairs, their bickering sounding weak and listless.

Yet, they continued to argue incessantly.

Once they had recovered a bit of strength, they actually began struggling to climb to their feet, preparing to find a place to spar and use their fists to decide who had really won...

Just then, Vitelli, feeling refreshed after a full meal, strolled back into the main dining hall.

Seeing the state they were in, his eyes rolled, and he seized the chance to fan the flames:

"Oh? It seems neither of you is willing to concede to the other? What's the point of just sparring? How about... you two try challenging me instead?"

He paused, tossing out a highly tempting proposal:

"I will only dodge the entire time and will absolutely not launch any attacks. If either of you can land a hit on me, or if either of you can make me feel pressure, then that person wins! How about it? Do you dare to try?"

This proposal made both Goku and Vegeta's hearts race!

Goku was often bullied by Vitelli and had long wanted to find an opportunity to have a real fight with him, even if it meant just landing a single hit!

As for Vegeta, it went without saying; he had been crushed by Vitelli when he was very young, and now, there wasn't a moment he didn't dream of personally beating this bastard up!

Even if it was just to make him feel pressure, that would be enough!

Goku and Vegeta turned their heads to look at each other almost simultaneously, instantly seeing the same intent in each other's eyes.

The two immediately struggled to stand up from their chairs; although their stomachs were still full, their fighting spirit was already burning once again!

They looked at Vitelli, eager to give it a try.

Seeing this, a "plan succeeded" smile appeared on Vitelli's face:

"Good! That's the spirit! Let's go! Let's find a place where no one is around and have a proper spar!"

However, just as the three were rolling up their sleeves, preparing to head out to find an open space for a two-on-one, a voice suddenly came from the dining hall entrance, interrupting their plans.

"I say—you Saiyans!"

Bulma stood there, hands on her hips, looking helpless.

"Can't you think of anything other than fighting? Especially you, Vitelli!"

She pointed precisely at Vitelli and said:

"Did you forget what you promised me just now? Didn't we agree that you were going to help me?"

Vitelli's body stiffened, and the excited expression on his face instantly collapsed.

Bulma didn't care; she issued her orders directly:

"Mom has already finished negotiating the acquisition with that large livestock farm west of the city. This is the contract!"

She shoved a document into Vitelli's hand.

"The owner is still waiting there. Go sign the contract, pay the money, and get the relevant paperwork sorted!"

Vitelli stared blankly at the contract in his hand, then pointed at his own nose, asking in disbelief:

"I... I have to go sign the contract? And handle the paperwork?"

He was a dignified God of Destruction, even if he was only a candidate. But... to go do this?

Bulma nodded as if it were a matter of course and urged him:

"Yes! Otherwise what? Do you expect me to go myself? I'm very busy! Go quickly and come back quickly!"

Vitelli: "..."

What else could he say? He could only slink away, looking like a frost-bitten eggplant, clutching the contract as he flew off.

Having dismissed Vitelli, Bulma's gaze turned to Goku.

"Goku!"

"Ah? Yes!"

Goku's body immediately straightened out subconsciously.

"The core components for the large-scale ecological simulation pod that my father ordered in the North Industrial Zone have been completed, but that factory has too many orders lately and can't arrange for delivery."

Bulma took out another slip of paper with an address on it and handed it to Goku.

"This is the factory address. Go help me retrieve the items! Remember, that thing is very precise and heavy, so be sure to pack it into a Hoi-Poi Capsule before transporting it back. Be careful during the process; don't break it!"

"Eh?! I have to go pick up the goods?"

Goku was stunned for a moment, but seeing Bulma's unquestionable gaze, he didn't dare to argue. He had no choice but to take the slip of paper and fly off, equally dejected.

Finally, Bulma's gaze landed on the only Saiyan left at the scene—Vegeta.

Vegeta immediately felt an inexplicable pressure, his entire body becoming restless.

He looked nervously at the Earth woman with the powerful aura before him; his intuition told him that this woman was much harder to deal with than Vitelli and Kakarot!

Bulma looked Vegeta up and down, seemingly contemplating what task to assign him.

Soon, she had an idea and ordered directly:

"Your name is Vegeta, right? I'll give you the Dragon Radar; go help me collect all seven Dragon Balls. I have a use for them later."

"What?!"

The veins on Vegeta's forehead instantly bulged; he, a noble Saiyan prince, was being asked to scour the world for some beads?!

He suppressed his rage, attempting to maintain his dignity:

"Why should I listen to your orders to..."

Bulma didn't even give him a chance to finish, cutting him off with a single sentence:

"Oh? You don't want to? Fine then. Actually, Vitelli mentioned he has training methods that could make you stronger... Since you don't want to help, I'll just have him teach Goku alone when he gets back. You can leave now; I won't see you out."

With that, Bulma made a move to turn and leave.

When Vegeta heard the words "make you stronger," his eyes widened instantly!

The struggle within his heart began to surge like ocean waves!

Dignity? Face? Compared to becoming stronger, what did those matter?!

"W-wait!"

Vegeta gritted his teeth as he shouted these two words.

His expression shifted uncertainly, but in the end, his extreme thirst for power overcame everything else.

Though he had backed down, his mouth remained stubborn:

"I'm... not helping you, I just happen to be full and have nothing else to do!... What is this Dragon Ball thing? What's the use of collecting those beads?"

Bulma stopped in her tracks, a satisfied smile appearing on her face, as if she had expected this result all along.

She took out the Dragon Radar and tossed it to Vegeta, explaining casually:

"They're just orange-yellow beads with star patterns inside, about this big."

She gestured with her hand, "They're scattered all over the world, seven in total. Once you collect them all, you can have any wish granted. Alright, I'm busy, I'm leaving."

Having said that, Bulma turned and left the dining room, heading straight toward her laboratory, leaving Vegeta standing there alone.

Vegeta subconsciously picked up the device known as the Dragon Radar, staring blankly in the direction Bulma had disappeared, her casual words echoing in his mind:

"...have any wish granted."

"...have any wish granted?"

"...have any wish granted!!!"

In an instant, a monstrous wave surged within Vegeta's heart!

The bitterness of failure, the anger toward Vitelli, the jealousy of Kakarot, the anxiety over his own weakness—

It was as if he had suddenly found an outlet and a solution!

His breathing involuntarily grew heavy, and his eyes flashed with extreme excitement and ambition!

"H-have any wish granted..."

He repeated in a low voice, his hand gripping the Dragon Radar trembling slightly from excitement.

If... if this were true...

Then he, Vegeta, wouldn't he be able to...

Vitelli was currently in an office filled with the faint scent of hay and livestock, sitting on a sofa opposite a stout, smiling ranch owner.

He was currently helping Bulma negotiate the acquisition with this chubby ranch owner.

But rather than a "discussion," it was more like the fat boss was enthusiastically introducing and explaining things unilaterally, while Vitelli mostly listened quietly, nodding occasionally.

"...So, Mr. Vitelli, these are basically the terms of the contract. It mainly involves the transfer of all livestock, equipment, land ownership, and the contracts of all employees. As for the price, Capsule Corp has already reached an agreement with us!"

The fat boss rubbed his hands together, a slick, businessman-like smile on his face.

The details of the contract were confirmed quickly.

The fat boss seemed to be in a good mood and took the initiative to offer to accompany Vitelli on a tour of the vast ranch.

The two strolled through the ranch's pastures, watching herds of cattle and sheep grazing leisurely, with endless fences and modern feeding sheds in the distance.

The fat boss looked out over the land he had managed for many years, a hint of subtle reluctance and nostalgia in his eyes. He began to ramble on about the glorious history of his family managing this ranch for generations, and how it had developed from a small farm to its current scale.

Vitelli keenly caught that trace of sadness in his eyes and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Since you are so reluctant to part with this ranch and have such deep feelings for it, why did you decide to sell it?"

The chubby boss's smile faded at these words, replaced by a soft sigh.

His tone grew somewhat melancholy:

"Sigh... there are two main reasons."

He held up two chubby fingers and said to Vitelli:

"The first is for my daughter."

A look of both helplessness and doting affection appeared on his face.

"She's grown up now, with her own ideas and pursuits. She doesn't want to inherit this family business, thinking that dealing with cattle and sheep all day is boring. After graduating from university, she ran off alone to the vicinity of East City and became a teacher at some... oh right, Orange Star High School."

"She's busy with work now and lives far from home, so it's rare for her to return to West City even once a year. Her mother and I... we miss her. We thought we might as well sell the ranch, buy a house in East City, and move closer to her so we can see her more often."

Vitelli nodded in understanding; this was a very heartwarming reason.

"And the second reason?"

At the mention of the second reason, the melancholy on the chubby boss's face vanished in an instant.

He rubbed his nose in embarrassment, his eyes squinting into slits as he instinctively lowered his voice:

"As for the second one... it's just that Capsule Corp... they really offered too much! I simply couldn't refuse that price! Hehe..."

Vitelli nearly stumbled and fell to the ground after hearing this.

He had expected to hear about some unavoidable hardship or an insurmountable business dilemma, but in the end... it was just this?

A doting father selling his property to reunite with his daughter simply because someone offered him too much money?

This reason left him feeling both amused and speechless.

After touring the entire ranch, Vitelli prepared to leave.