West City. The Capsule Corporation estate basked in warm afternoon sun.
Neat lawns, manicured gardens, and a giant futuristic mansion radiated wealth and technological might.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"
Bulma's cheerful voice broke the quiet. She hurried into the garden, glowing with the joy of returning home and having a boyfriend.
Beside her stood Vitelli—tall, handsome, poised.
Mrs. Brief, trimming a decorative plant, looked up. Seeing the striking young man behind her daughter, her eyes lit up.
"Oh my~ Bulma's home. Is this your boyfriend?"
Bulma puffed up proudly. "Yep! Mom, this is Vitelli—my boyfriend! He'll be living with us from now on! And he's super strong!"
She emphasized that last part.
Mrs. Brief strode forward warmly, studying him with a delighted smile. "Aww, welcome to the Briefs estate, cute little Vitelli~ Such a handsome boy! Want to go on a date with your auntie?"
Bulma exploded red. "What are you saying?! He's my boyfriend!"
Vitelli, caught off guard by her boldness, flushed faintly. He bowed politely.
"Hello, Mrs. Brief. I'm Vitelli, Bulma's boyfriend. Thank you for taking me in. I'm sorry for imposing."
Mrs. Brief laughed even more. "Oh, don't be so stiff. Make yourself at home. Bulma finding such a great boyfriend will make her father very happy too."
Her eyes kept roaming over Vitelli, making him feel oddly on edge.
Bulma's mom is… a lot, he thought. No wonder Bulma's comparatively conservative…
Soon Vitelli met Bulma's father, Dr. Brief, creator of Capsule Corp.
A middle-aged man in a lab coat with messy blue hair and eyes shining with pure scientific passion. Vitelli felt more relaxed around him.
Skipping small talk, Vitelli made his request.
"Dr. Brief, thank you for letting me stay. I have a spaceship—I'd like to gift it to you for research. In return, I want you to build me a gravity chamber for training."
He handed over the ship capsule and specifications.
Dr. Brief's eyes sparkled the moment he saw the capsule. He was far more interested in the ship than in his future son-in-law.
"Gravity chamber? No problem! Leave it to me! This is fascinating!"
He rushed off into his workshop with capsule and notes, forgetting even to say goodbye.
Bulma pouted and tugged Vitelli's arm. "Hey! What do you mean? I can build a gravity room too! Why go to my dad? Don't you trust my skills?"
Vitelli smirked.
Without a word, he scooped Bulma up in one arm, slung her over his shoulder, and marched toward her bedroom.
"Ah! What are you doing?! Put me down, you jerk!"
She squealed and thumped his back—more playful than forceful.
Vitelli leaned close and whispered in her ear, "It's not that I don't trust you. It's that… with me around, you won't have time to build a gravity room."
"You… you're talking nonsense!"
Her face went crimson. Her struggling weakened.
The door shut.
Inside, Bulma's protests and breathy exclamations blurred into a different, more rhythmic melody.
Youthful energy and affection played wildly behind closed doors.
From then on, Vitelli's days became steady and full.
Mornings were brutal training in the spacious backyard.
Without a gravity room yet, he used ultra-heavy alloy weights Dr. Brief found for him, or pushed his body through extreme speed and evasion drills. Every session wrung out his last ounce of potential.
Afternoons belonged to Bulma.
Sometimes he stayed with her in the lab, sometimes she dragged him shopping in West City, sometimes he just sat beside her while she studied or designed.
Vitelli realized Bulma's genius was truly terrifying. Complex formulas and blueprints felt alive in her hands.
Living together like this, their feelings deepened fast. Vitelli started to truly enjoy Earth's peace and Bulma's warmth.
But that calm was broken by Bulma's university notice.
"Ugh, it's so annoying!" Bulma whined the night before school. "Everything they teach, I already learned years ago. I even helped write the textbooks! Why waste time going?"
She clung to Vitelli like a little octopus. "I don't want to leave you even for a minute…"
Vitelli chuckled softly, heart melting. He stroked her hair.
"Come on, Bulma. You still need to finish school—it's part of life. And your campus is in West City, not far. We'll see each other. Think of it as a change of pace. Meet a few new people?"
"Hmph! I don't want new friends! They don't even understand quantum mechanics!" she huffed, but was calmer.
Next morning, under her intense insistence, Vitelli drove her to campus. She clung to his arm before getting out.
"Miss me, okay? Come pick me up early this afternoon!"
"Alright, alright. I'll come early."
He kissed her forehead lightly before she finally headed in.
Watching her disappear, Vitelli leaned on the car door, amused and fond.
"Man, girls in love are trouble… even a Saiyan like me's melting."
Still, the feeling of being needed warmed him.
Where to go now?
The gravity chamber was still in development. Regular training barely helped at his level. He needed a place that could push him.
"Korin Tower!" he thought.
Senzu beans, the sacred water, and that eight-hundred-year-old cat sage. Senzu beans were strategic resources for the future—he had to stock up.
So he went to the biggest seafood market in West City, bought nearly every stall's fish, and packed two full capsules.
Then, ignoring shocked stares, he rocketed off toward the legendary tower.
At the top of Korin Tower, Korin was napping with his staff when his fur suddenly bristled.
A powerful, pure ki was approaching fast.
It was beyond any human martial artist he'd ever sensed—maybe even heavier than the Guardian's.
Korin gripped his staff, staring into the cloud sea.
"What… what kind of ki is that? Who is it? Enemy or ally?"
Even though Vitelli had suppressed his aura to around 500 power, for Earth beings it still felt like a bonfire in black night.
Korin hesitated, then decided hiding was pointless.
"Fine… can't outrun it anyway. His intent seems clear—he's coming here. No malice, no killing thirst. I'll wait."
A figure pierced the clouds and landed quietly atop the tower.
"Yo. You must be Korin, guardian of this tower?"
Vitelli smiled friendly and tossed two capsules over.
"Here, a little gift. Fresh fish from West City."
Korin caught them, stunned.
Fish? That hit his tastes exactly. Then Vitelli added the real ask.
"Trade these for senzu beans and sacred water?"
Vitelli casually let a hint more of his real ki leak—just enough to make Korin feel the ocean under the surface.
Korin felt the pressure slam down. He could barely breathe.
He forced a bitter smile that said, Can I even refuse?
"Of… of course." He made his voice steady. "Please wait."
He turned stiffly, fetched an empty jar, and filled it to the brim with plump senzu beans, then offered it carefully.
"These are your senzu beans. As for sacred water… I'll be honest, it's deadly poison. Are you sure you want it?"
Vitelli accepted the jar, nodded, then thought and said, "Forget the sacred water."
He didn't want a virus-heart problem in the future.
The deal went even smoother than he'd expected.
"Thanks, Korin."
He hefted the jar, then added, remembering what was to come.
"By the way, plant more senzu beans when you can. Trust me. They'll be hugely important in the future."
He didn't say why, only sounded utterly sure.
Before Korin could respond, Vitelli shot off again toward West City, vanishing into the clouds.
Korin stood there with the fish capsules, staring at the empty sky.
"Hugely important…? Who is that guy?"
His words and overwhelming ki left Korin uneasy with a strange premonition.
Up on the palace plaza, the Guardian and Popo watched.
The Guardian's eyes snapped open at the moment Vitelli appeared atop Korin Tower, fear and gravity flooding his face.
"He went to Korin Tower! His ki—restrained, but fundamentally terrifying. More condensed than before. Popo… I think he's stronger now."
Popo nodded. "Yes. His ki is like a dormant volcano. Korin seemed to trade with him."
The Guardian held his breath, ready for Vitelli to climb to the palace any second.
But Vitelli's ki lingered briefly at Korin Tower… then turned and sped away toward West City.
"He… he just left?"
The Guardian stared, stunned, face full of disbelief. He'd imagined countless conversations or clashes. None involved Vitelli leaving without even glancing upward.
Popo's calm voice held a faint relief. "Yes. He left. He doesn't intend to disturb the palace."
The Guardian stood there, cloud sea calm again, confusion heavier than ever.
"What does he want? He went only for senzu beans? And what did he mean by 'important in the future'?"
Vitelli made no sense.
Was he really just living on Earth?
It sounded absurd—but the Guardian couldn't find a better explanation.
He sighed and returned inward with Popo, still troubled.
At least, if his other half ever broke free and tried to rule again… that was now impossible. That comforted him slightly.
Back at the Briefs estate, Vitelli trained shirtless in the sun.
He casually one-handed a giant solid alloy block—over five tons—and did squats like it was foam. The custom alloy floor trembled under each rep.
After ten thousand squats, he set it down with a heavy boom, sending chips skittering.
He wiped sweat and sighed at the weight—too light now. No gravity chamber meant little progress. His growth felt stalled.
He looked toward the corner of the yard.
Dr. Brief and several robots were busy around a huge half-finished metal chamber wired with tubes and humming lines.
The gravity room.
Hope the old man speeds up, Vitelli thought.
Earth tech limited the first version to 300× Earth gravity. Still good enough—about thirty times Planet Vegeta's gravity. It would let him feel real pressure again.
And he knew Bulma would build something even better later.
That thought made him value the Briefs even more.
Dr. Brief looked up, saw Vitelli set down the five-ton block like nothing, jaw dropping.
"Oh my! Vitelli, that's insane! That thing weighs five and a half tons! What kind of alien boyfriend did Bulma bring home?"
His scientific worldview took another punch.
"I'm back!"
A bright voice cut in.
Bulma—who should've been in class—was home already, flitting straight to Vitelli.
Vitelli had his mouth full, cheeks puffed, staring in surprise. "Yoo… back sooo earlly?"
Bulma puffed proudly. "Hmph! I aced every class this semester early and got all the credits. The professors were humbled by my genius. So of course I can come back!"
She saw his food-stuffed cheeks and messy mouth, half annoyed, half amused. She naturally pulled out a tissue and wiped him clean.
"Don't talk with your mouth full. Honestly, you're like a kid…"
As she wiped, her eyes lingered on his handsome side profile. Her heart softened. She rose on tiptoe and kissed his cheek quickly.
"Mm?!" Vitelli blinked, caught off guard.
Bulma instantly changed topics, smiling shyly. "Uh—are you full? You still look hungry. Want me to make more?"
Vitelli shook his head—no, not full—then nodded—yes, more—eyes full of hope.
"Hmph! Wait there!"
Bulma huffed playfully and bounded toward the kitchen.
In the distance, Dr. Brief with a glass of wine and Mrs. Brief lounging on a chair shared a look of pure amusement and pride. Mrs. Brief even waved at Vitelli, signaling him to eat more.
Vitelli couldn't help thinking how open-minded they were. If this were his old Earth, fathers would've broken his legs.
Time passed in warm daily life.
Training, being with Bulma, dinner with the Briefs, exploring Earth's comforts…
A year slipped by like sand through fingers.
The gravity room was finished and in use.
Though only 300× gravity, it worked wonders.
Vitelli poured nearly all his energy into it, pushing his body and ki beyond limits.
Bulma, true to her word, began improving it toward 500× and beyond.
Vitelli's power shot up like a rocket.
Without a scouter he could only estimate, but conservatively his battle power had crossed a million. At full burst it could approach—or surpass—three million.
Three million. Even if it required powering up, it was enough foundation for Super Saiyan. The next goal: reach three million in normal state and transform smoothly, without needing rage.
He knew he lacked real life-and-death battles, lacking some practical tempering, but he was happy.
In early Dragon Ball, that was crushing strength. If Frieza showed up now, Vitelli could slap him around.
Peace was nice, but Saiyan blood still craved a stage.
Earth had one: the Tenkaichi Budokai.
When Vitelli saw the ad—"The 21st World Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin!"—a wicked idea grew.
"World Martial Arts Tournament, huh?"
He stroked his chin, grinning.
"Training's at a bottleneck. And…"
His eyes glinted with nostalgia and mischief.
"It's time to show Earth's martial artists what real power looks like."
Bulma didn't object. She lit up.
"You're entering?! Awesome! You'll win for sure! I'll come cheer for you! Let everyone see how cool my boyfriend is!"
So under Vitelli's urge to bully the field for fun—and Bulma's full sparkling support—the registration form gained one new name:
Vitelli.
(Don't ask how—he registered by app. Dragon Ball tech, kid.)