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

He shook his head, not answering King Vegeta's question directly, and simply said in a faint tone:

"This bit of power of mine... is nothing but dog shit."

The words were light, yet they struck King Vegeta's heart like a heavy hammer.

To have beaten a Saiyan genius like himself until he was covered in bumps... and this power was considered nothing?

Vitelli stopped looking at the three of them, who were caught in a state of massive shock and confusion, and turned to walk out of the training grounds.

His pace was calm and steady, yet the aura he had deliberately restrained now faintly exuded a heart-stopping sense of oppression.

"Call me when there's a mission,"

He threw the words over his shoulder without looking back, his voice ringing clearly in their ears, "At other times, you are not allowed to disturb me..."

Before the words had even faded, he exerted a sudden burst of force from his feet!

BOOM!!!

Accompanied by a deafening sonic boom, Vitelli's figure shot through the dome of the training grounds like a cannonball leaving its chamber, leaving a massive human-shaped hole in the reinforced alloy ceiling before vanishing into the dim horizon as a streak of light!

Debris rained down with a rustle, dust filled the air, and the training grounds fell into a deathly silence.

King Vegeta clutched his swollen, aching cheek, staring blankly at the massive hole in the ceiling, his eyes filled with an unprecedented sense of bewilderment.

His heart was filled with humiliation... and a trace of something he hadn't even realized himself: a wavering in his own strength and a craving for greater power.

Nappa and Raditz watched as King Vegeta knelt on the ground in silence, not daring to breathe, yet their faces betrayed a terror they could not comprehend.

"Ra... Raditz..."

King Vegeta's voice was hoarse, breaking the silence. He turned his head slowly, a complex and inscrutable light flickering in his eyes. "You said before... that Vitelli, he has always been at home... training?"

"Ye... yes, Your Highness!" Raditz replied hurriedly, his voice trembling.

King Vegeta was silent for a moment, his small fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

The humiliation on his face was gradually replaced by a near-maniacal stubbornness.

"Go! Get me the truth!"

King Vegeta's voice was cold and resolute, carrying an unquestionable command. "Dig up every single one of his training methods, his training locations, what equipment he uses... every piece of information about how he gets stronger! Don't miss a single detail!"

"I want to know... how he became this kind of 'monster'!"

"Yes! Your Highness!" Nappa and Raditz were shaken to their cores, quickly kneeling on one knee to accept the order.

They were somewhat confused by their prince's command, but what they did not know was that everything that happened today would completely change the young King Vegeta, and would also completely change the trajectory of their futures.

King Vegeta's gaze turned back to the hole in the ceiling, as if he could pierce through the building to see that powerful figure who had already gone far away.

The sharp pain of having his pride crushed had, in this moment, strangely transformed into an unprecedented, burning desire.

"Vitelli..."

He whispered the name, flames igniting in his eyes. "Just you wait... I will defeat you! I will let you know who the true Saiyan genius is!"

The dust in the training grounds slowly settled, covering the mess on the floor, but it could not cover the heart of a Saiyan that had been forcibly steered in a new direction.

The storms of the future seemed to have stirred up unpredictable waves ahead of time because of this duel today.

The Last Moments of Peace

Ever since the sparring match at the palace training grounds that had dealt such a blow to King Vegeta's confidence, the atmosphere around Vitelli's residence had become somewhat subtle.

Strange Saiyans began to appear and disappear in the nearby streets, their eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry.

And that iconic, broom-like long-haired figure of Raditz became a frequent visitor near Vitelli's home.

Whenever Vitelli was meditating in his backyard or drenched in sweat, Raditz would always find a spot not too far away, either pretending to pass by or crouching on some rooftop to secretly observe, diligently recording every one of Vitelli's movements, the rhythm of every punch, and even the roars he let out when training to the point of exhaustion.

Vitelli was well aware of this, but he couldn't be bothered to pay them any mind.

Prince Vegeta's curiosity? Or perhaps, the unwillingness that followed a blow to his pride? Let him be.

As long as these tails didn't step into his courtyard or interfere with his training rhythm, he would treat them as air.

His life remained as regular as a precision machine. In the early morning, he would meditate to sense the harmony between his "ki" and his mind; in the morning, he would push his physical limits under three times the gravity; in the afternoon, he would practice the precise control and explosive release of his ki; and at night, he would go to bed early to ensure he had sufficient energy for the next day.

The servants would always deliver a large pile of high-calorie food on time, and he would pinch his nose and devour it all, turning the unappetizing food into fuel for his own growth.

A week later, the long-awaited Gravity Chamber finally arrived.

Several alien engineers wearing combat uniforms nervously transported a silver-gray metal capsule, about ten meters in size, into Vitelli's backyard.

The surface of the capsule was covered in complex energy conduits and cooling vents, with a heavy circular hatch in the center.

"Lord Vitelli, the... the Gravity Chamber you requested, according to the specifications... has been completed with a ten-fold Planet Vegeta gravity limit."

The lead engineer's voice trembled as he handed over an operation manual. "The instructions are all inside... please... please be sure to use it with caution!"

Vitelli took it, his fingers tracing the cold metal surface of the Gravity Chamber as he felt the technological power contained within, the excitement in his heart nearly bursting through his chest.

Finally! Finally, it was no longer that piece of junk that could break down at any moment! Ten times gravity! This would be the ladder to a higher level of power!

"Well done."

He struggled to maintain a facade of calm and nodded. The engineers, as if granted a reprieve, bowed quickly and retreated.

When the heavy hatch closed behind him with a dull hydraulic thud, Vitelli stood in the center of the Gravity Chamber and took a deep breath, his fingers sliding rapidly across the control panel.

Hum—!

A low, steady hum of energy resonated, far more profound and powerful than the crude device used previously.

An invisible, mountain-crushing pressure descended instantly! It felt as if the mass of the entire planet were pressing down upon his shoulders!

"Urgh!"

Vitelli let out a muffled grunt, his knees buckling slightly as his entire skeletal structure groaned under the unbearable load. Ten times gravity!

Ten times the standard gravity of Planet Vegeta! This feeling of power increasing was truly magnificent!

The most fanatical flames of longing for strength burned in his eyes!

"Ten times... come on!"

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, as the "ki" within him began to circulate like ignited dynamite, working in tandem with his body to fight against this terrifying pressure! He forced himself to stand straight, then, with agonizing difficulty, inch by inch, he raised his arms!

Become stronger! Become stronger!

This conviction was branded deep into Vitelli's soul, supporting him as he began a new, more frantic round of tempering in the hell of ten-fold gravity!

Every punch felt like pushing a ten-thousand-ton ship;

Every kick felt like struggling through viscous molten steel;

Every breath caused his lungs to endure immense compression!

Sweat no longer flowed; it erupted like a river, only to be instantly evaporated by the high heat!

Days passed in a blur of the Gravity Chamber's roar, the wailing of his flesh, and the surging growth of his power.

In the early mornings, he no longer limited himself to the backyard.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the Gravity Chamber, attempting to empty his mind under the extreme pressure of ten-fold gravity.

He recalled the vague memories of Kami teaching Son Goku, "Let your mind be as pure as the sky, and your movements as swift as lightning."

Maintaining a clear mind is no easy feat, but maintaining it under ten-fold gravity increased the difficulty exponentially!

Distractions pressed down like mountains, but he forced himself to strip them away, striving to focus on his breathing, on the flow of "ki" within his body, attempting to touch the realm that only gods could reach under such heavy pressure.

From the end of his meditation until evening, he engaged in physical training within the Gravity Chamber.

Under the hammering of ten-fold gravity, he performed comprehensive training that pushed his physical limits, speed, strength, and endurance.

He no longer sought merely to increase his power; he focused on making his movements as swift as lightning under extreme pressure. This required an unprecedented level of coordination and efficiency in mobilizing his muscles, bones, nerves, and even his "ki" while under such a heavy load!

Late at night: After a brief rest, he delved into the deep exploration of "ki." He switched between the interior and exterior of the Gravity Chamber, feeling the impact of gravity changes on his "ki," attempting to compress his aura to a lower point under normal conditions, while guiding his "ki" through more complex and precise internal cycles and bursts under gravity.

The results were astonishing!

The combat power reading on his scouter soared like a rocket, and even after hitting 15,000, it showed no signs of stopping!

In just one month! Under the terrifying catalysis of ten-fold gravity, his base combat power had directly crossed the 50,000 mark! When he measured his own combat power, the detector instantly exploded, leaving Vitelli speechless; he had no choice but to sheepishly find a way to acquire an older model.

Yet, the speed of this combat power increase made even him feel a shiver of trepidation.

Even more wondrously, he felt an indescribable change occurring within his body.

Punching, dodging, parrying... these actions were becoming increasingly intuitive, no longer requiring the repeated mental calculations he had needed at the start.

It was as if his body itself possessed "wisdom," and under the tempering of heavy pressure and limits, a near-instinctive combat intuition had been born! A sharper sense of control over power, space, and his own state!

This dual transformation of spirit and body thrilled Vitelli far more than the mere growth of his combat power numbers.

He knew that this was perhaps the prototype of the so-called realm of gods, the cornerstone leading to a higher level of power!

Elsewhere.

"Sitting on the ground like an idiot every morning, staring into space? Only entering the Gravity Chamber for formal training near noon? Hmph! What a lazy guy!"

Deep within the royal palace, Vegeta listened to Raditz's detailed report, his youthful face filled with disdain, yet his eyes burned with a raging fire and a near-paranoid obsession.

"If it were me! I would start training before the sun even rose! My training time would be double his! No! Triple!"

Vegeta clenched his fists tightly, his small face full of ruthlessness. "Next time! The next time we meet, I will definitely shatter the smugness on that bastard's face! I'll make him kneel before me and beg for mercy!"

He seemed to see the image of Vitelli submitting to his absolute power, and a cold, confident curve touched the corner of his mouth.

Raditz kept his head lowered, not daring to let out a breath.

He clearly felt the near-maniacal obsession radiating from the Prince. Ever since being "educated" by Vitelli, the noble Saiyan prince had actually started training like a low-class warrior, and it wasn't just training—it had become self-torture!

Not only had he doubled the intensity, but he had also specifically sought out several high-class warriors with combat powers near 5,000 to act as sparring punching bags... the result, as expected, was that those poor fellows were still lying in medical pods.

"But... Prince Vegeta," Raditz reminded him cautiously, his voice as thin as a mosquito's, "King Vegeta... has already arranged our first mission... in one month, we head to Planet Soph... that is a mid-level planet... about the Gravity Chamber training, should we..."

"Shut up!" Vegeta turned his head abruptly, his cold gaze piercing Raditz like a knife, cutting him off. "Are you questioning this Prince?! Or are you questioning the arrangements of King Vegeta?!"

Raditz was so frightened he flopped to his knees, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. "This subordinate would not dare! Please calm your anger, Prince! It's just... the mission is imminent..."

"Hmph! How much time could a mission to a mere mid-level planet possibly waste?!"

Vegeta snorted, his tone carrying absolute confidence. "Go urge them to finish the Gravity Chamber quickly! One month! That is enough! If Vitelli can improve that fast using his lazy methods, this Prince will only become stronger than him by working harder! Get out! Notify me when it's time to depart! Don't disturb my training!"

"Yes! Yes! Your Highness!"

Raditz felt as if he had been granted a reprieve, scrambling away in a panicked retreat. His resentment toward Vitelli deepened—it was all that monster's fault! The Prince was acting like a powder keg!

A month slipped by quietly, marked by Vitelli's selfless training, King Vegeta's frantic self-torture, and Raditz's nerve-wracking surveillance.

Vitelli's residence seemed like an island in the eye of a storm, maintaining absolute tranquility.

King Vegeta appeared to tacitly approve of this seclusion, and Prince Vegeta was too immersed in his own plan to catch up to be bothered, leaving this routine, bordering on rigid, undisturbed.

However, the peace was eventually broken.

Ding-dong—ding-dong—

The shrill sound of the doorbell pierced through the thick bulkhead of the Gravity Chamber, interrupting Vitelli's intense punching sprint.

He slowly retracted his fists, feeling the surging power within him that had reached a combat power of 50,000, and frowned slightly. It wasn't time for lunch yet, was it?

He deactivated the gravity system, and the heavy pressure receded like a tide, his body instantly feeling so light he could almost float away.

Vitelli opened the hatch and walked toward the front door, his body radiating steam.

Standing outside was Nappa, sweat beading on his bald head.

Seeing Vitelli open the Space Gate, Nappa instinctively took half a step back, his eyes darting around as he spoke rapidly:

"Vi... Vitelli! The mission is here! Assist Prince Vegeta in conquering a medium-sized planet called Soph! Meet at Spaceport Docking Bay 3 tomorrow morning! And... it's best not to be late!"

He finished in one breath, speaking as if he were running for his life, then stared at Vitelli with wide eyes, seemingly terrified that the other man might punch him if he felt displeased.

Although they were both elite warriors, Nappa knew very well that his own combat power was nothing compared to the monster standing before him.

Vitelli's face remained expressionless; he simply nodded calmly. "Understood. Thanks for making the trip."

He closed the door decisively, as if he had merely handled a trivial matter.

Outside, Nappa let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his bald head, and without daring to linger for a second, shot into the sky and flew at full speed toward the royal palace.