Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

Chapter 103 Where is Trunks? Why hasn't he shown up yet?

"That's too easy on them!" Cooler smiled slightly, a hint of cruelty in the curve of his lips. "Frieza died too tragically; this matter cannot be left like this."

"Give them a good beating!" Kurd chuckled, his hands behind his back, a cold glint in his eyes.

"We've learned through radar that that Saiyan named Son Goku and Prince Vegeta are training on Yardrat." Cooler sneered, his gaze sharpening. "Come and destroy their planet, make them suffer terribly!"

The aura emanating from Gula and Kurd began to rise, and energy surged from their bodies like two volcanoes about to erupt.

The cold and violent pressure emanated from them and spread outwards, causing the air to tremble.

In the distance, Son Gohan, who was training at home, suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting.

Bick hovered above the wilderness, arms crossed, his brow furrowed in a deep frown.

Cold sweat beaded on Tianjin Fan's forehead.

Krillin was running on the beach at Master Roshi's House when he suddenly stopped, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

Upon sensing the powerful auras of Cooler and Cold, Gohan, Piccolo, and the others paled and hurriedly took to the sky.

Figures shot up from every corner of the earth, flying towards the direction of that aura.

Xidu, the headquarters of the Universal Capsule Group.

Bulma sat in a wicker chair in the courtyard, holding a glass of iced tea, her blue ponytail swaying gently in the breeze.

She tilted her head, her beautiful eyes blinking rapidly.

"Frieza's brother?" Bulma's voice held a hint of curiosity.

"And his father, Kurd," Solo said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin twice with his fingers.

"Are they even stronger than Frieza?" Bulma asked with some concern, putting down her teacup.

"Frieza's father and Frieza are not much different in strength," Solo said with a slight smile, his tone relaxed.

"Then I'm relieved." Bulma breathed a long sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxed, and she leaned back in her chair.

"However, Frieza's brother is very strong," Solo added, tapping his finger in the air.

"How strong?" Bulma was slightly taken aback, her eyes widening slightly.

"Frieza's power level is 120 million," Solo said truthfully, his gaze calm. "Cooler's power level is 450 million."

Bulma's fingers trembled, and she almost spilled the iced tea.

Her face paled slightly. She hurriedly stood up from the wicker chair, took three steps in two, walked up to Solo, grabbed Solo's wrists with both hands, and shook them hard. Her blue hair bounced on her shoulders.

"Solo, are you confident you can handle him?" Bulma's voice was urgent, her fingers tightening.

"My fighting power is one billion." Solo's face lit up with a bright smile, a confident arc spreading across his lips.

Bulma stopped moving, her fingers frozen on Solo's wrist.

Her eyes widened, her pupils reflecting Solo's smiling face, her mouth slightly agape, completely stunned.

A brief period of stagnation.

"A billion?" Bulma's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment, her jaw almost dropping.

"Not bad." Solo nodded, glancing down at his wrist that was being held. "Let go, you're hurting me."

Bulma paused for a moment, looked down at her hands, then looked up at Solo, and her lips twitched.

You have a combat power of 1 billion, and I just grabbed your hand and shook it. How did it hurt you?

"Cough cough—" Bulma coughed twice, loosened her grip, and twisted her fingers together in front of her. "Really?"

"It doesn't actually hurt, I was just teasing you." Solo smiled and tilted his head.

Bulma touched her forehead with her hand, making a soft thud.

She snapped angrily, her voice rising, "I'm talking about your fighting power! Of course I know you don't feel pain! Even if your fighting power is only three hundred, let alone a billion, I still wouldn't be able to hurt you."

"That seems to make sense." Solo nodded thoughtfully, tapping his chin twice with his finger.

"Solo." Bulma stepped forward, clasped her hands together in front of her, her eyes sparkling. "Could you take me to meet Frieza's brother and father? I want to see what the Emperor of the Universe's brother and father look like."

"Alright, let's go take a look." Solo didn't object.

Bulma casually pulled out a magic capsule, pressed it with her thumb, and threw it into the open space.

"Snapped!"

A burst of white smoke appeared, and a jet helicopter emerged onto the lawn.

Solo followed Bulma onto the helicopter and bent down to crawl into the cabin.

The two sat side by side on the chairs.

The rotor began to spin, faster and faster, emitting a buzzing roar.

The helicopter took off, ascended into the air, and flew rapidly toward the area where Gula and the Kurds were about to land.

The city outside the window shrank beneath my feet, and the streets became thin lines.

"Look, Solo." Bulma pointed in that direction. "That guy is Yamcha."

Solo looked in the direction she was pointing.

Le Ping was standing in a wasteland, looking up at the sky, his hair disheveled by the wind.

His hands hung at his sides, his body trembling slightly, clearly sensing the powerful aura.

Solo nodded slightly.

"Let's go down too," Bulma said, then slowly lowered the helicopter to its final destination.

The airflow generated by the rotors sent dust flying everywhere.

Solo and Bulma disembarked from the plane on opposite sides.

"Bulma? What are you doing here?" Yamcha exclaimed in surprise when he saw Bulma, his eyes widening.

"Of course I'm here to see what Frieza's brother and father look like!" Bulma replied with a smile, hands on her hips.

"Look at them?" Le Ping scolded impatiently. "Don't you know how dangerous that is?"

"What are you afraid of?" Bulma said, stepping forward and taking Solo's arm, wrapping her arms around his. "Isn't Solo here? He'll protect me!"

"Zoro?" Yamcha immediately looked at Solo, his gaze lingering on Solo's face, and said excitedly, "You're on Earth too! That's great! You said Frieza's brother and father came here?"

"Yes." Solo nodded.

"Are you confident?" Le Ping asked hurriedly.

"Don't worry." Bulma chuckled, tilting her head towards Solo and resting her head on his shoulder. "Solo is at least twice as strong as them."

"You—you two aren't already together, are you?" Yamcha asked with a hint of envy, his gaze shifting back and forth between Soro and Bulma.

"None of your business, stop talking nonsense!" Bulma snorted, raising her chin slightly.

"Don't misunderstand—" Yamcha hurriedly replied, waving his hands in front of him, "If you really are with Solo, I will sincerely wish you both well!"

"That's good!" Bulma nodded, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Finally, you won't have to bother me anymore!"

Leping:

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As they were talking, two figures descended from the sky.

Tien Shinhan's bald head gleamed in the sunlight, with dumplings floating beside him, and a hint of nervousness on his small face.

"It's Tien Shinhan!" Yamcha exclaimed in surprise, a wide smile spreading across his face.

"Zoro?" Tien Shinhan breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing Zoro, his shoulders relaxing. "You're here too? That's great, we can rest easy now!"

"Don't expect me to do everything," Solo said sternly, his brow furrowing slightly. "Occasionally, you should also go and fight."

Tianjin Fan silently wiped his sweat, his fingers running down his forehead, speechless for a moment.

At that moment, a green figure flew swiftly from afar, its cloak fluttering behind it.

Piccolo landed on the ground with his feet on the ground, arms crossed, his gaze sweeping over the people present.

"It's Piccolo! Long time no see!" Yamcha greeted him with a smile, waving his hand in Piccolo's direction.

Piccolo completely ignored Yamcha, his gaze passing over him and landing on Solo.

"What is it?" Solo asked casually, tilting his head.

"Zoro, why hasn't Goku come back yet?" Piccolo asked, frowning.

"He's still learning teleportation. He probably hasn't mastered it yet. He'll be back once he does." Solo chuckled, crossing his arms.

"How's it going?" Piccolo asked in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on Solo. "Confident, right?"

"They shouldn't have come to Earth." Solo chuckled, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips. "To me, they're nothing but two ants."

Bick nodded slightly, secretly relieved, and stepped back to the side.

Before they had exchanged more than a few words, two figures fell from the sky.

Krillin's bald head gleamed in the sunlight, with Gohan following behind him, a hint of nervousness on his face.

Before the two could even greet each other.

"They're here!" Bick roared in a deep voice.

Upon closer inspection, everyone indeed discovered a large spaceship appearing in the blue sky.

The spaceship pierced through the clouds, leaving a long contrail in the sky, and headed towards a distant wasteland.

"Zoro, it seems we can only rely on you until Goku returns!" Krillin hurriedly stepped forward and clasped his hands together in front of him.

Solo smiled and ignored Klin.

After all, in Solo's view, if nothing unexpected happens, Trunks should arrive in this era.

Then, Trunks will cleave Frieza's brother in two with a single sword strike.

However, it remains to be seen whether Trunks will be able to defeat Cooler after arriving in this era.

You still say it's not a big problem?

At this time, Trunks' combat power had exceeded 500 million.

Sun Wukong's basic combat power has already reached at least ten million.

After Sun Wukong transforms into a Super Saiyan, his fighting power becomes 500 million.

Solo's current base combat strength is only two million.

The main reason is that he wasn't as diligent as Goku and Vegeta.

After all, with the system's bonuses, basic combat power can be increased by five hundred times.

Five hundred times that is a billion.

Why should I go through such a difficult time cultivating myself?

The point of traveling to the Dragon Ball world is to enjoy it, right?

Despite his natural talent, Solo spends most of his time enjoying life.

Gula's spaceship.

At this moment, Gula and Kurd had already disembarked from the spaceship with their underlings.

A dozen or so soldiers in armor stood in formation behind them, holding energy cannons and scanning their surroundings warily.

"Is this Earth?" Gula looked around, his gaze sweeping over the distant mountains and rivers, a cold smile on his face. "The environment is not bad."

"According to the latest news, Vegeta will need another three hours to return to Earth," Cold asked with a smile, his hands behind his back. "Should we wait for him here?"

"Wait! Of course we'll wait, Dad!" Cooler chuckled, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Frieza's death is inextricably linked to Vegeta. They killed Frieza, and we'll make them feel the pain of losing a loved one!"

"Frieza is dead, are you in pain?" Kurd asked.

"No, not at all." Gula grinned, revealing two rows of sharp teeth. "I just like revenge."

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"Earthlings and Vegeta are fine with me," Cold said grimly, a cold glint in his eyes. "But that Super Saiyan must be eradicated completely! By any means necessary! The strongest in the universe must be someone from our race!"

"Let's take down Vegeta first." Cooler smiled confidently, hands on his hips.

He then gave the order to his henchmen, waving his arm: "Disperse! Wipe out all the Earthlings one by one!"

"yes!"

The younger brothers answered respectfully in unison, their backs ramrod straight.

The next moment, the underlings immediately soared into the sky, transforming into streaks of light that scattered across the world.

The flames left more than a dozen streaks of light in the sky, growing farther and farther away.

Solo hovered in the distant sky, arms crossed, watching the figures scatter in all directions, momentarily unable to react.

What's going on?

What about Trunks?

At this point, shouldn't Trunks appear in front of Cooler and Cold and then kill all of these underlings with a single sword strike?

Where have all these underlings gone?

Solo’s self-light returned from those distant traces of light.

"Their fighting power isn't that high!" Zoro made a quick decision, immediately issuing orders to Gohan, Piccolo, Tien Shinhan, Krillin, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, and the others. His voice was steady and powerful, "You go and eliminate them one by one! I'm going to meet Frieza's brother and father!"

"Go!" Piccolo shouted, his cape swung wildly behind him, and he launched himself forward by pushing off the ground with his feet.

"call out!"

Piccolo soared into the sky, leaving a trail of light behind him.

Gohan, Tien Shinhan, Krillin, Yamcha, and Chiaotzu also lifted off the ground and soared into the sky, charging towards the legion's underlings.

Solo turned around, reached out and grabbed Bulma's wrist, his fingers hooking around her arm.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, Solo appeared near Gura and Kurd, pulling Bulma with him.

Gula and Kurd both turned their heads at the same time, their gazes falling on Soro and Bulma.

"An Earthling?" Cooler smiled at Solo, tilting his head. "Is there something you need?"

"Uh, I'm not from Earth," Soro said, flicking his tail behind him. The brown tail swayed gently behind him. "I'm a Saiyan."

Gura's gaze lingered on Solo's tail for a second, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Kurd also gave Solo a deep look, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Are they Frieza's brother and father?" Bulma asked in a low voice, leaning close to Solo's ear and glancing back and forth between Cooler and Cold. "They look so strange."

"Want to take a picture to remember this moment?" Solo asked with a smile, tilting his head.

"Really?" Bulma was a little excited, her eyes lit up, and she immediately took out the camera from her bag and held it with both hands.

"Gula, Kurd, you two wait a moment," Solo said to Gula and Kurd, holding out his palm towards them. "Let my friend take a picture, we'll fight later!"

Gula's face darkened, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly.

Kurd remained silent with a dark expression, his lips twitching slightly.

"Bulma, give me the camera." Solo held out his hand, fingers spread wide. "I'll take your picture."