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

He smiled and bid farewell to this daughter-obsessed boss:

"Since the contract is signed, there are still some follow-up procedures to handle, so I won't disturb you any further and will take my leave."

"Oh, right, right! Take care, Mr. Vitelli! Please give my regards to Mrs. Brief!"

The chubby boss enthusiastically saw him to the ranch gate.

Then, under the chubby boss's gaze, which was as shocked as if he had seen a ghost, Vitelli casually lifted his feet off the ground and flew away with a whoosh, his figure rapidly vanishing into the horizon.

Vitelli next arrived at the West City municipal hall to handle the relevant property transfer procedures.

However, things were far more cumbersome than he had imagined.

Faced with various forms, documents, certificates, and the procedural inquiries and demands of officials at every window, Vitelli felt his head spinning.

His immense power was completely useless in the face of these bureaucratic procedures.

Just as his patience was about to run out, an official smiled and handed him another thick stack of data forms that needed to be filled out in detail.

Vitelli looked at the pile of documents, which was nearly half a foot high, and remained silent for three seconds.

Then, he decisively placed all the documents on the table and said to the official, who was still fawning:

"This... farewell!"

Having said that, he turned and left without waiting for the other party to react, his speed more than ten times faster than when he arrived.

"These troublesome procedures are better left to the capable Bulma; I'll have her arrange for professionals to handle them!"

Vitelli muttered to himself unconsciously.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Earth.

Beep-beep-beep~ Beep-beep-beep~

Vegeta was flying at high speed over the Earth, holding the Dragon Radar.

On the radar screen, the light dot representing the Dragon Ball was constantly flashing and drawing closer.

"This is the place!"

Vegeta stopped abruptly, hovering high in the sky.

He looked down, and what met his eyes was an endless expanse of azure blue sea.

The signal source of the Dragon Ball was beneath this deep sea!

Without the slightest hesitation, he took a deep breath, dove headfirst into the cold seawater, and quickly descended toward the location indicated by the radar.

The light gradually dimmed, and the water pressure increased, but none of this mattered to Vegeta.

Guided by the radar, he finally discovered an orange-yellow orb half-buried in the gravel among a cluster of colorful coral reefs, with three red stars inside.

"Found it!"

A wave of wild joy surged in Vegeta's heart as he quickly scooped up the orb.

With this, all seven Dragon Balls were finally collected!

He couldn't wait to burst out of the sea and fly back into the air.

Seawater dripped from his body, but he didn't care; he only looked excitedly at the Dragon Ball he had just found.

After the initial ecstasy, Vegeta stared at the Dragon Ball, suddenly lost in thought.

He recalled the scene not long ago, when he, Nappa, and Raditz were being hunted down by the Frieza Force in a miserable state.

Although it was dangerous at the time, his heart was still filled with pride; he even felt that the fact that even the powerful Frieza couldn't kill him, and that he had successfully escaped, was proof of his strength.

However, all this self-confidence had been completely shattered after meeting Vitelli!

That brief, despair-inducing exchange, and Vitelli's unfathomable power, made him truly feel what helplessness was for the first time!

A mere high-level warrior! How could he?!

"Heh... hehehe... hahahahahaha!!!!!!"

Vegeta suddenly couldn't help but laugh wildly, his laughter echoing over the empty sea, filled with complex and inexplicable emotions.

He stared fixedly at the Dragon Ball in his hand, as if he had found the answer.

"So that's it!!! So this is how you became strong! Vitelli!"

Vegeta kept talking to himself toward the air, his expression shifting constantly.

"A mere high-level warrior! No wonder I was no match for you! So you relied on the power of this thing! The way to become stronger that that stupid woman said you knew? This is what she meant, right?! Hahahahaha!!! This is your way of becoming stronger!!!"

He loudly vented the excitement in his heart and the feeling of having seen through the truth, only gradually calming down after a long while.

"Now that it's come to this..."

Vegeta's eyes became sharp again.

"Find a hidden place first, and then make the wish immediately!"

He made up his mind, his body instantly transforming into a streak of light as he skimmed across the surface of the sea at high speed, his gaze scanning the distance like a hawk in search of a suitable uninhabited island.

Just as Vegeta erupted with intense emotional fluctuations.

Kame House.

Master Roshi, who was leisurely reading the latest issue of a swimsuit magazine on a beach chair, suddenly fell off with a "thud."

He didn't even bother with the magazine, bolting upright with a vacant stare fixed in the general direction of Vegeta, his face etched with shock.

"Master Mutaito?!"

Krillin rushed out from the house, his face showing clear fear as he looked toward the direction Master Roshi was watching, his voice trembling.

"Th-this is?! The person who fought Goku last time? Such... such powerful ki!"

He was so terrified he couldn't even speak properly, looking toward Master Roshi in hopes of finding some sense of security from this God of Martial Arts.

A look of extreme complexity crossed Master Roshi's face, eventually turning into a long sigh as he shook his head and muttered softly:

"I'm old, truly old... these young people nowadays, every one of them is as strong as a monster... I really can't understand this world anymore."

Krillin swallowed hard, whispering with difficulty:

"Could it be... the previous battle... did Goku... lose?"

Vegeta couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to those two faint ki signatures in the distance that were almost negligible.

His entire focus was now on making his wish.

His figure streaked rapidly over the sea, and soon, an island that appeared completely deserted came into his view.

The island was lush with trees, but there were no traces of human activity.

"This is the place!"

Vegeta landed swiftly on the beach of this uninhabited island.

With an excited and reverent heart, he solemnly and carefully arranged the seven Dragon Balls on the sand.

After adjusting his breathing, he faced the Dragon Balls and shouted at the top of his lungs, filled with desire:

"I want to become stronger than Vitelli!!!"

The surroundings were deathly silent.

There was only the rustling of the sea breeze through the coconut grove and the sound of waves gently lapping against the shore.

The Dragon Balls lay quietly on the sand, showing no reaction.

A seagull, startled by Vegeta's sudden shout, let out a frantic cry and flapped its wings in a panic as it flew away.

Vegeta: "..."

The excitement and anticipation on his face froze instantly.

Could it be... that Earth woman lied to me?

Vegeta furrowed his brows, but immediately dismissed the thought.

No! She had no reason to lie to me! Something must be wrong!

He clapped his hands together, convinced he had found the key:

"Right! It must be the placement! Or the posture for making the wish! This won't stump me, Vegeta!"

He immediately took action, rearranging the seven Dragon Balls with extreme seriousness; this time, he arranged the scattered spheres into a precise shape.

Then, he took another deep breath and shouted with an even more powerful voice:

"I want to become stronger than Vitelli!!!"

Dragon Balls: "..."

Veins began to bulge on Vegeta's forehead.

Still undeterred, he tried again, this time arranging the Dragon Balls in a straight line...

At this moment, inside the Lookout.

Kami and Mr. Popo were watching Vegeta's busy figure on the uninhabited island.

Kami had black lines on his forehead, his mouth twitching as he complained to Mr. Popo beside him:

"Mr. Popo... this Saiyan prince... is there... something wrong with his head?"

He pointed to his own temple.

Mr. Popo remained expressionless and blank, silently watching Vegeta, who was still persistently adjusting the pattern of the Dragon Balls. After a moment of silence, he nodded affirmatively and replied in his flat voice:

"Kami is right."

Inside Brief Manor, West City.

Bulma was helplessly staring at the massive pile of documents Vitelli had brought back, feeling a massive headache coming on.

She sighed and muttered a complaint under her breath:

"What an idiot... he can't even handle filling out a few dozen forms... useless man... if he dares not prepare ninety-nine roses when he proposes to me later..."

She paused, seemingly recalling Vitelli's aversion to trouble, and changed her tune as if nothing had happened:

"No! Nine! If he dares not prepare nine roses for me and put together a romantic proposal ceremony, this young lady won't marry him!"

She selectively ignored the fact that roses were everywhere on Earth and not difficult to obtain.

After all, knowing Vitelli's emotional intelligence, it was highly likely she would have to secretly buy the roses herself, shove them into his hands, and then have him kneel on one knee to give them back to her just to complete this "romantic" ritual...

Lost in these thoughts, Bulma's mind began to drift.

She started fantasizing about her future wedding with Vitelli and their daily life once they had children, momentarily forgetting the paperwork in her hands.

Just as Bulma was daydreaming about the future—

BOOM!!!

A massive sonic boom suddenly erupted in the sky, making the window glass hum and rattle!

Startled by the sudden, deafening noise, Bulma was instantly pulled back to reality.

Frowning, she stood up and walked to the window to look outside.

A figure was descending from the sky at extreme speed, crashing onto the manor's lawn and kicking up a cloud of grass and dust—

The person who had arrived was none other than Vegeta, who had been out searching for the Dragon Ball.

"Seriously!"

Bulma pushed open the window and shouted irritably at Vegeta outside: