With the engine roaring, Bulma skillfully maneuvered the car along the winding mountain road.
One hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, while her eyes stayed locked on the blinking dot on the Dragon Radar. Only when the signal stabilized at extremely close range did she finally let out a long breath.
"Phew… finally didn't get lost again."
She complained out of habit, then glanced toward the passenger seat.
Vitelli had his head tilted slightly, breathing evenly—sleeping like a rock. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows across his sharp, handsome profile.
"Hey! Vitelli!"
Bulma shoved him irritably.
"Wake up already! What kind of bodyguard are you? I'm driving my heart out here, and you're actually sleeping?!"
Vitelli's head jerked forward as he snapped out of his light sleep. He rubbed his eyes, yawned lazily, and casually glanced ahead.
"Focus on driving," he said unhurriedly. "Don't look at me. There's a surprise ahead."
"Surprise? What sur—"
Bulma followed where he pointed, and her pupils instantly shrank.
Right in the middle of the narrow mountain road stood a small kid wearing a tattered orange martial arts outfit, casually carrying a wild boar bigger than himself on his shoulder. The boar's tusks were practically touching the car's hood!
"Waaah—! Get out of the way!!"
Bulma screamed and slammed the brakes.
SCREEEEECH—!!!
The tires screeched violently as the car lurched forward, finally stopping less than a meter away from the child and the boar.
Bulma collapsed against the steering wheel, her heart pounding wildly.
The kid outside was startled too. He leapt back instinctively, landing lightly while gripping a red staff, his big round eyes staring warily at the car.
"Hey! What kind of monster are you?!" the kid shouted loudly.
Still shaken, Bulma jumped out of the car, hands on her hips.
"Monster my foot! We're humans!"
"Liar!"
The kid pointed at her confidently.
"You don't even have a tail! How could you be human?"
As if to prove his point, he proudly swung the furry tail behind him.
"Huh? You have a tail too?"
Bulma stared in shock—then slowly turned her head toward Vitelli.
Vitelli smiled faintly. He stepped forward, and without warning—
Smack!
His tail flicked out and lightly smacked the kid on the head.
"Ow!! That hurt!"
The kid clutched his head, glaring angrily.
"Why'd you hit me?!"
Bulma was completely dumbfounded.
"So… you're telling me… this kid is also an alien?"
Vitelli nodded calmly.
"He's from Planet Vegeta too. Same as me. A Saiyan. His Saiyan name is Kakarot."
"That's not true!!"
The kid immediately exploded.
"My name is Son Goku! Grandpa gave it to me! I'm not Kakarot!"
"Alright, alright—Goku then."
Vitelli shrugged, clearly uninterested in arguing with an amnesiac kid.
He casually pulled out the Two-Star Dragon Ball from Bulma's bag and held it up.
"Hey kid, does your house have something like this?"
Goku's eyes lit up instantly.
"Huh? Why do you have Grandpa too?"
He instinctively touched the Four-Star Dragon Ball hanging around his neck.
Bulma facepalmed.
"Why does everyone treat this thing like their grandpa… That's a Dragon Ball! Look, since you have one too, can we borrow it? Once we gather all seven and make a wish, we'll return it!"
"No!"
Goku hugged the Four-Star Ball tightly, shaking his head violently.
"Grandpa can't be lent out! Grandpa is Grandpa!"
"Gaaah! You're impossible!"
Bulma grabbed her hair in frustration.
Vitelli folded his arms and watched the show with amusement.
Eventually, after Bulma's endless explanations, food bribery, and Vitelli's occasional calm but terrifying glances, Goku finally agreed to join them—on the condition that he personally carry his 'grandpa.'
With Vitelli acting as a walking cheat code, the Dragon Ball hunt instantly turned absurdly efficient.
So efficient, in fact, that Bulma started feeling disappointed.
Where was the danger? The excitement? The adventure?!
Not long after leaving the mountains, a beat-up modified car blocked the road in a desolate wasteland.
A scruffy young man in torn leather jumped out, striking what he thought was a cool pose. Floating beside him was a small blue creature named Puar.
"Halt! This road is—uh?!"
Before Yamcha could finish his classic robbery line—
Vitelli didn't even get out of the car.
He merely rolled down the window… and flicked his finger.
BOOM!
An invisible shockwave smashed directly into Yamcha's chest.
His smug expression froze. His eyes bulged. Without even time to scream, he turned into a shooting star and vanished over the horizon.
"AAAAAA—!!"
"Yamcha-sama!!!"
Puar shrieked, instantly transforming into a bat and chasing after the "meteor" at top speed.
Inside the car, Bulma stared with her mouth wide open.
Her potato chips spilled everywhere.
Goku pressed his face to the window, eyes sparkling.
"Wow! He flew really far! That was awesome!"
At a fog-covered village rumored to be haunted by a pig demon, Goku rushed in heroically—only for them to discover the "kidnapped" girls living luxuriously and refusing to leave.
A bruised Oolong cried miserably:
"I just wanted true love! They refused to go home! I'm innocent!"
In the end, Oolong paid for peace with his Three-Star Dragon Ball.
Later, Goku saved a lost sea turtle, which led to the appearance of Master Roshi.
Roshi was shocked that Goku could ride the Flying Nimbus and rewarded him with it.
But beneath his sunglasses, Roshi's gaze kept drifting toward Vitelli.
Every martial instinct in his centuries-old body was screaming.
This "ordinary" young man felt like a sleeping ancient beast.
When Roshi tried his usual perverted routine toward Bulma—
Vitelli merely glanced at him.
Buzz.
An invisible pressure slammed down like the deep ocean.
Roshi's smile froze. Cold sweat drenched him instantly.
"Ahem! The Fire Mountain villagers are in danger! I must go at once! Farewell!"
He escaped at record speed.
Pilaf's childish fortress fell next.
Vitelli sighed, lifted one finger, and pierced the robot's core with a golden beam.
BOOOOM!
Dragon Balls collected. All seven.
Bulma stared at them in disbelief.
"That's it…? We're done?"
Vitelli laughed and ruffled her hair.
"With me around, you wanted to get chased by dinosaurs or thrown into a cooking pot?"
She swatted his hand away, but smiled.
They summoned Shenron.
Bulma hesitated.
Money? Beauty? Love?
She already had everything.
"I… I don't know what to wish for…"
Even Shenron looked awkward.
Vitelli teased the dragon, then finally made his real wish:
Instant Transmission.
Shenron practically shouted in relief:
"Your wish has been granted!! Goodbye!!!"
Later, Goku left on the Flying Nimbus.
The wasteland fell quiet.
Vitelli extended his hand, smiling warmly.
"So… Bulma. Please take care of me from now on."
Bulma blushed, then grabbed his hand tightly.
"Yeah! From now on… I'm counting on you, Vitelli!"
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