In the boundless universe, at the far edge of the Orion Arm, a blue planet drifted like a forgotten pearl among the stars.
Earth—marked on the star charts of cosmic conquerors as a low-class, worthless world.
And it was precisely that "worthlessness" that let it survive in peace. No one fought over it. No one coveted it. Aside from the occasional alien crash-landing, it almost never brushed against the storms of the wider cosmos.
West City — Capsule Corp Estate
"Ha—! Finally done!"
Inside a brightly lit lab, a girl with short sea-blue hair held up a strange-looking device, eyes sparkling with excitement.
On the screen, a grid map displayed seven blinking dots.
She had done it.
A Dragon Ball Radar—built after she deciphered the Dragon Balls' unique electromagnetic-like signals, and turned weeks of obsession into a working machine.
Ever since Bulma discovered one Dragon Ball in Dr. Brief's warehouse—along with old texts claiming the seven Dragon Balls could grant any wish—her sense of adventure had ignited like gasoline.
She buried herself in the lab, tracked the Ball's signal, and finally made the radar real.
"Dad! Mom! The radar is finished!"
Bulma burst out of the lab, practically glowing with youth and ambition.
"I'm using summer vacation to find all seven and make my wish!"
Her parents—unusually supportive—approved quickly.
Bulma packed fast: a whole case of Capsules, stuffed with supplies and living necessities, then picked a high-performance vehicle from her father's ridiculous garage of collectibles.
"First stop…"
She turned on the radar in the driver's seat.
One dot pulsed closest—eastward, beyond Paragus Town, deep into a broad wilderness.
"Paragus Town, eastern wildlands… here I come!"
With the engine roaring, the girl drove out of West City and into the beginning of a legend.
Deep in the Mountains — A Forgotten Valley
Beep. Beep… beep-beep…
A weak electronic sound repeated in the wind, so faint it nearly vanished among the trees.
The valley was dense with vines and moss, untouched by humans.
And hidden at the bottom, partially swallowed by nature, lay a silver-gray starship.
Its sleek, futuristic form was completely out of place in the primitive forest.
Thick vines crawled across the hull. Moss coated the panels.
Only a few dim indicator lights blinked—stubborn proof that it wasn't fully dead.
By the level of erosion, it had been here a long time.
But today, that silence broke.
VROOOOM—!!
A motorcycle engine tore through the valley's calm.
"Ugh—seriously! I followed the map and I STILL got lost?! Where even IS this place?!"
Bulma wrestled her beloved off-road bike through uneven terrain. Branches scraped the bodywork, leaving ugly marks.
Her face twisted with pain.
"No! If I keep going like this, my collector bike is going to get wrecked!"
She stopped, shut off the engine, and snapped open her capsule case.
Pop!
The motorcycle vanished into a Capsule.
She was about to pull out a flying vehicle capsule and leave—
When she froze.
"…Huh?"
Her head tilted.
In the wind, beneath the rustle of leaves, her ears caught something strange.
A faint… steady… electronic rhythm.
"Is that… coming from over there?"
Curiosity crushed irritation instantly.
Bulma pushed through the vines, careful and tense.
Then she peeled aside one last massive leaf—
And her breath stopped.
A giant silver starship, like a sleeping steel beast, lay in the valley.
Half swallowed by forest.
Still alive.
And that beeping—came from inside.
"T-This is… a spaceship?!"
Bulma covered her mouth, eyes wide.
"This thing has to have been here for ten years at least… and it still has power?! That energy storage tech… that's insane!"
She rushed forward, ignoring the vines scraping her hands, and cleared the growth from the ship's side.
A sealed hatch emerged.
"This has to be the entrance."
Her heart pounded.
She pulled out a compact handgun with her free hand, and carefully pressed a raised panel that looked like a switch.
Hisssss—!
Compressed air released.
The heavy door slid open, revealing a dark corridor filled with alien machinery.
"Whoa…"
Bulma tightened her grip on the pistol and cautiously leaned in.
Inside were cables, pipes, and unfamiliar instruments glowing blue and green. The silence felt wrong—too clean, too still.
No obvious danger at the entrance.
So she inhaled, and walked in.
Inside the Ship — The Core Console
"This is… the cockpit!"
Bulma found it quickly.
Even better—there was still energy in the main console.
She tapped several buttons experimentally.
The screens lit up.
"Auto-navigation… still running? Remaining energy… low, but enough to keep base systems online."
At that point, the danger stopped existing in her mind.
The genius part of her brain ignited.
She became completely absorbed, devouring the unfamiliar interface, especially a program labeled:
UNIVERSAL STAR MAP
She studied like a starving person at a feast.
Minutes blurred into hours.
Only when she had recorded and scribbled down enough notes to satisfy her brain did she finally remember:
There might be other rooms.
The Back Section — Cryosleep Bay
She followed the corridor to the ship's rear living area.
A heavy metal door caught her eye.
"Cryosleep chamber?"
Bulma pressed the open button.
The door slid aside without sound.
In the center stood a tall cylindrical pod.
On its clear cover, an electronic timer displayed:
[1 year 11 months 29 days]
The countdown was… stuck.
It wasn't moving.
"…There's no way," Bulma whispered. "Is there… an alien in there?"
Her palm was sweaty on the pistol grip.
But curiosity—plus a strange gut feeling—pulled her forward.
She circled the pod, checking interfaces.
"Power is normal… life support… running?"
There was a manual release valve.
Bulma clenched her teeth.
"…Screw it."
She yanked the valve down.
HISSSSS—!!!
A burst of cold white vapor exploded out and filled the room.
Bulma staggered back, gun raised, trembling.
The fog thinned.
The pod door slid open.
At first—
It looked empty.
Then the vapor cleared fully.
And Bulma saw him.
A man.
A handsome young man with black spiky hair, wearing a tight battle suit.
Eyes closed. Chest rising slowly.
Like he was simply sleeping.
"W-Wait… it's a guy?!"
Bulma stared, stunned.
"And… he's… so handsome!"
Her pistol almost slipped from her fingers.
This completely shattered her mental image of aliens as ugly, bug-eyed monsters.
Vitelli Awakens
Vitelli's consciousness floated in endless darkness. Time meant nothing. He had no sense of distance, no sense of self—only drifting.
Somewhere far away, a voice seemed to call him.
He frowned, trying to catch it—
Then it faded.
His mind began to sink again.
Suddenly—
A light shake.
A clear female voice, curious and impatient:
"Hey! Wake up! Hello?! Are you alive?!"
Like a knife cutting cloth, the darkness ripped open.
Fragments slammed into his brain:
Sofu… escape… ship… hibernation… destination… Earth.
Earth?!
Vitelli snapped awake.
His eyes shot open.
The weakness of long sleep tried to cling to him—
But the moment his body recognized "danger," his power surged, and every muscle tightened on instinct.
"HA—!!!"
A violent pressure burst outward.
The remaining sleep fluid inside the pod splashed explosively. The metal pod walls groaned.
Bulma—closest to the pod—felt a force like a moving truck.
"WAAH!"
She flew backward and slammed into the wall.
Stars exploded in her vision.
Her pistol flew out of her hand again.
Vitelli launched out of the pod like a predator, instantly adopting a combat stance.
His eyes cut across the room—fast, ruthless.
Still inside the ship.
No immediate threats.
Only—
A blue-haired girl in the corner, clutching her butt and hissing in pain.
"…Earth?"
His nerves loosened slightly.
Then his focus sharpened.
Blue hair.
A teenage girl.
That face.
That energy.
His brain clicked.
Bulma.
First Impressions
"Ow… my butt…!"
Bulma's eyes were watering.
Then she saw Vitelli staring at her, his expression half wary, half confused.
Her pain turned into fury.
She tried to stand, failed, then jabbed a finger at him.
"What is WRONG with you?! You're so violent!"
"I rescued you, you jerk! And you blasted me across the room! Do you know if I hadn't found this stupid ship, you'd still be sleeping until the end of time?! Ungrateful alien!"
Vitelli watched her explode.
The tone.
The attitude.
The total lack of fear once anger kicked in.
Yes—absolutely Bulma.
He exhaled through his nose.
Then he smiled—warm, gentle, dangerously convincing.
"Sorry," he said, stepping closer and extending a hand.
"I just woke up. Reflex reaction. I thought you were hostile."
Bulma's anger deflated… halfway.
Mostly because of his face.
And because his hand was right there—long fingers, strong knuckles.
She hesitated, cheeks faintly pink…
Then grabbed it.
Vitelli pulled her up easily.
"Hmph!" Bulma dusted herself off, still trying to look mad. "At least you have a conscience!"
Her eyes flicked to him again… and again…
Then she noticed something behind him.
A furry tail swaying slightly.
"…Oh my god," she whispered internally.
"He really IS an alien. A… handsome alien."
Vitelli saw the shift in her eyes and decided to strike first.
"Hello," he said smoothly. "My name is Vitelli. Thank you for saving me. I can't repay you enough…"
He paused just long enough.
Then grinned.
"So… how about I repay you by offering myself?"
"Sure!" Bulma blurted instantly—
And then her face exploded red.
"H-HUH?! WAIT—NO! You pervert! You creep! You alien freak!"
She stomped in place, flustered beyond belief.
Vitelli chuckled.
"Alright, alright. I'm kidding."
Then he got serious.
"Bulma… what year is it on Earth?"
Bulma froze.
"…How do you know my name?"
Then she puffed her chest proudly.
"I'm Bulma! I'm eighteen! It's summer vacation!"
She waved her hand like it was obvious.
"And this is Age 749!"
Vitelli's mind went still.
Age 749…
That was the beginning of the Dragon Ball hunt. The exact era Bulma meets Goku.
Which meant—
He hadn't slept two years.
He'd slept far longer.
He'd left in Age 731.
And now it was 749.
"…So that garbage ship really kept me frozen for almost twenty years," Vitelli thought, jaw tightening slightly.
No wonder the countdown had stalled.
Bulma narrowed her eyes, catching his focus shift.
"Anyway!" she said brightly, eyes gleaming. "You said you'd repay me, right?"
Vitelli nodded once.
Bulma snapped her fingers.
"Perfect! I'm searching for the legendary Dragon Balls—seven magic orbs that can grant any wish!"
"This trip could be dangerous."
She looked him up and down, remembering that shockwave that launched her across the room.
"So. You'll be my bodyguard. Help me collect them. That's your repayment. Deal?"
Vitelli didn't hesitate.
"Deal."
He even bowed—politely, elegantly—like a man from a civilized world.
"Bodyguard Vitelli, at your service, Miss Bulma."
He thought it privately too:
Future tech goddess. Rich. Genius. Best logistics in the world. Refusing this would be brain damage.
Yamcha? Who's that? Never heard of him.
Leaving the Valley
They exited the ship into the vine-choked valley.
Vitelli looked around and felt a chill.
If Bulma hadn't found him…
He really could've slept until the end of time.
Bulma popped a Capsule.
Pop!
The entire ship vanished into storage.
Vitelli clicked his tongue in admiration.
"So that's a Capsule…"
Bulma smiled smugly.
"This place is impossible to drive through. I'll use my flyer and we'll—"
"No need," Vitelli said, stepping closer.
Before she could react, he wrapped an arm around her waist.
"W-WAIT! What are you doing?!"
Bulma yelped as she lifted off the ground.
Vitelli laughed.
"Hold tight. If you fall, don't blame me."
With a burst of motion, he shot upward through the trees, breaking out above the canopy into open sky.
Bulma's fear lasted about three seconds.
Then excitement swallowed her whole.
"WAAAAH! We're flying!!"
Wind blew her hair back.
She stared at him, eyes sparkling.
"You're amazing! Do all aliens fly?!"
Vitelli only smiled.
"Point the way, Bulma. Where's our next Dragon Ball?"
He paused.
Then his stomach made a sound so loud it defeated the wind.
GRRRRRRRRR—
Bulma blinked.
Then burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! Don't worry! I brought tons of food!"
Dinner by the River
They landed by a flat riverbank.
Bulma started popping Capsules like she was casting spells:
A neat house.
A table.
Stacks of packaged food and drinks.
Even refrigerators.
"Eat!" Bulma declared generously. "Don't hold back!"
Vitelli stared at Earth food like a starving man seeing heaven.
Then he attacked the table like a disaster.
Hamburgers—three per bite.
Sandwiches—three per bite.
Whole roast chicken—gone in one mouthful, bones included.
Rice balls vanished like they were falling into a black hole.
Juice bottles were swallowed in one gulp each.
Bulma watched for five minutes.
Then ten.
Then twenty.
Her expression slowly collapsed into disbelief.
Half an hour later, Vitelli patted his stomach, satisfied.
"Good stuff."
He looked at the empty table and the mountain of wrappers.
"…But it was a little small."
He turned to Bulma innocently.
"Do you have more? I'm about… three-tenths full."
Bulma pointed stiffly at the refrigerators.
All empty.
Her voice came out hollow.
"T-That was… enough food for a normal person… for a month…"
Bulma stared at him.
His strength.
His appetite.
His tail.
His face.
A thought bloomed in her mind like a dangerous flower:
"…This is the husband heaven sent me."
"Normal people can't afford him."
"But I can."
And she blushed so hard her ears went pink.
Then she forced herself to cough and look serious.
"…Okay. We need to change plans."
"Tomorrow we go to the nearest town and restock."
"Tonight… you'll just have to endure."
Vitelli nodded calmly.
Food gone.
Then sleep.
Simple.
Far Above — The Lookout
High above Earth's highest point, beyond Karin Tower, in the ancient, mysterious sanctuary floating in the sky—
The Lookout.
On the wide white platform, two figures stood in silence.
Kami—the Earth's Guardian—gripped his staff tightly, face grave like a storm cloud.
Beside him stood Mr. Popo, unusually serious.
Kami's eyes pierced through clouds and distance, locking onto the tiny figures far below.
More precisely—
Onto the black-haired young man with a tail.
Vitelli.
After a long time, Kami exhaled shakily, wiping sweat from his brow.
"A being… with such terrifying power…"
His voice was hoarse, full of disbelief.
"That aura—like a volcanic eruption… no. Worse than that."
"How can any living creature possess that?"
But then his gaze shifted slightly—watching Vitelli laughing calmly with Bulma, even helping clean up the mess.
Kami's shoulders loosened… just a little.
"Still…"
He murmured to Popo, relief mixed with fear.
"He doesn't seem malicious. Not yet."
"He restrained his power quickly after the burst. He behaves… almost casually around the girl."
Mr. Popo nodded slowly.
"Yes, Kami-sama. His ki is overwhelming… but its core is not evil."
"No bloodlust. No cruelty."
"If anything… it feels like the calm of someone who has lived through long years."
Kami stared out over the rolling sea of clouds, worry deep in his eyes.
"…Let us pray that remains true."
He remembered that waking surge—the overwhelming force that shattered the balance of Earth's entire power system.
Vitelli was a meteor dropped into a still lake.
And the ripples…
would reach everything.
Was this arrival random?
Or was it fate's gears turning?
Kami sighed again, the lines in his face seeming deeper.
Earth's future had become fog.
All he could do was hope Mr. Popo's reading was right.
Hope that the alien called Vitelli truly was… as harmless as he looked.
The Lookout fell quiet again.
Only the wind remained.
And far below—
the first steps of a new story began.
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