Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

Chapter 104 Are you a Super Saiyan too?

Bulma immediately and obediently handed the camera to Solo.

However, despite her boldness, Bulma dared not get too close to Gula and Kurd.

Her feet seemed rooted to the ground, her body leaned back slightly, and her gaze swept quickly over the two of them before snapping back.

The two sides are now about 20 meters apart, separated by a patch of gravel and dust.

"Come on, all three of you, smile!" Solo, camera in hand, pointed the lens at the three of them and waved. "Gula, Kurd, we're taking a picture, you two don't have such long faces!"

Gula's lips twitched, and his face turned from purple to dark purple.

Kurd's chin was slightly raised, and his gaze was like two knives.

"It's okay—just take one or two pictures." Bulma said hurriedly to Solo, her voice trembling slightly with anxiety.

Don't let them laugh.

I feel very dangerous here.

I'll just quickly take a couple of quick photos so I can make a quick getaway.

"Snap! Snap!"

Solo pressed the shutter button on the camera, the lens flashed twice, and made a crisp sound.

I took several photos in a row, each one capturing the somber, gloomy faces of Gula and Kurd.

Solo then handed the camera to Bulma.

"Look at the photo, how is it?" Solo asked with a smile.

Bulma picked up the camera, swiped her finger across the screen twice, and carefully examined the photos inside.

Gula's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, Kurd's eyes gleamed with a cold light, and the background was the spaceship and the desolate plain.

Bulma nodded vigorously, praising, "Not bad—"

"Okay, I'll take you back first!" Solo smiled slightly, put his hand on Bulma's shoulder, and gently clasped his fingers together.

"Saiyan, you've got some nerve!" Cooler was fuming, his nostrils flaring as he coldly stared at Zoro. "You think you can escape?!"

"Kill him," Kurd ordered Gura, tilting his chin slightly toward Solo, his voice cold. "And while you're at it, take that woman to Wind and Moon Star to serve some aliens."

"That's what I think too!" Gula's lips curled up slightly, forming a cruel arc.

He stretched out his large hand, fingers spread, and aimed it at Solo's body from a distance.

Purple energy gathered in his palm, growing brighter and brighter, emitting a hissing sound.

"Whoosh!"

Solo used Instant Transmission, and he and Bulma disappeared from the spot in a flash.

The golden light patterns resembled ripples on the surface of water, spreading out in a circle before quickly dissipating.

Only two shallow footprints remained where the two had stood.

Gula's eyes widened instantly, his pupils contracted, and he looked utterly astonished. His hands remained in the aiming position, the energy pulsating in his palms before dissipating.

Kurd was also quite surprised, his jaw slightly agape as he stared blankly at the vanished Solo and Bulma.

"Where are they?" Gula asked, frowning, his gaze sweeping across the empty wasteland around him.

"Disappeared?" Kurd scoffed, arms crossed. "What kind of strange move is that?"

"Never mind them for now." Gula chuckled dismissively, withdrew his hand, and put his hands on his hips. "No matter how they run, they can't escape Earth! They're doomed!"

He paused, then looked up at the sky, his lips slightly downturned.

"Oh? Dad, those Earthlings have started to block our men!"

"It seems their combat strength is not low." Kurd frowned, his gaze piercing through the clouds to the energy points of light clashing in the sky in the distance. "My men don't seem to be a match for them."

"Too bad I didn't bring my mech team—" Gula sneered, tapping his fingers on his arm twice. "What a hassle, I have to do it myself!"

As Gula spoke, he tapped his toes on the rock, leaned forward slightly, and prepared to go over and help immediately.

However, just as Gula was about to take action...

"Whoosh!"

Golden light patterns appeared in the air, and Solo used Instant Transmission, returning in the blink of an eye.

His figure emerged from the light, hands in his pockets, a faint smile on his lips.

Gula stopped immediately, his body stiffening, and he squinted at Solo.

"Saiyan, you dare to come back!" Kurd sneered, his gaze like two knives.

"I just sent my friend home first," Solo said with a calm smile, spreading his hands at his sides. "After all, she's just an ordinary person, and it's not appropriate for her to stay here."

"What?" Gula asked dismissively, tilting his head. "Are you back to challenge us?"

As he said this, Gura stretched out his hand from a distance, spread his five fingers, and aimed it at Solo's body again.

Purple energy re-condensed in the palm of his hand, and the sphere of light grew larger and brighter.

"Do you know that we hate Saiyans the most?" Cooler sneered, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "If you hadn't shown your tail just now, we would have thought you were from Earth, and maybe we would have let you live a little longer."

His fingers were slightly bent, and the energy ball spun in his palm.

"Now, are you ready to die?"

Solo didn't speak, but just looked at the other person calmly, his body motionless, like a statue.

"Are you too scared to speak?" Gula sneered, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

"call out!"

The next moment, Gula stopped talking nonsense and pushed his palm forward, shooting out an energy blast.

A bright purple orb shot out from his palm, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and hurtled toward Solo at incredible speed.

Solo raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and slapped him across the face.

The moment the palm made contact with the energy blast, a muffled "snap" was heard.

The energy blast, like a baseball that had been hit, changed direction and flew back at an even faster speed.

"Bang!"

The energy blast struck Gura at incredible speed and exploded in his chest.

Purple flames engulfed his upper body, and shockwaves spread outwards.

Caught off guard, Gula was unfortunately hit, his body was blown back two steps, and blue smoke rose from his chest.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his face was filled with shock.

"Damn it!" Gula was covered in soot and grime from the explosion, with a charred patch on his skin, his face extremely pale. "I underestimated you!"

However, the moment Gula finished speaking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The hairs on my back stood on end, and a chill ran up my spine.

Solo's figure flickered, and in an instant, he appeared directly opposite Cooler, less than a meter away.

Gula hadn't even had a chance to raise his arm.

"Bang!"

Solo raised his right foot and kicked Cooler hard, the sole of his foot landing squarely on Cooler's abdomen.

Gula's body shot into the sky like a cannonball that had been kicked away, flying straight up into the high sky.

Immediately afterwards, Solo extended his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together, aiming the fingertips at the ever-shrinking figure of Gura high in the sky.

"Boom!"

A bright white beam of light shot out from the fingertip, precisely covering Gura's body.

The beam of light engulfed his body, exploding into a massive purple fireball high in the sky.

Gula's body exploded in mid-air, turning into a cloud of blood mist, with fragments flying in all directions before slowly drifting down.

Dead beyond dead.

The Kurds, who were watching the commotion from the sidelines, felt completely numb.

His pupils were unfocused, his mouth was slightly open, and his jaw almost dropped.

Gura is dead?

So this Saiyan just easily defeated him?

How is that possible?

Is this guy a Super Saiyan too?

Kurd's Adam's apple bobbed, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Solo indeed easily defeated Cooler.

The main problem was that Gula was a bit overconfident and underestimated his opponent.

Cooler has another transformation level; it is his fifth transformation that will boost his combat power to over 400 million.

Cooler's current fighting power is not much different from Frieza's, both around 100 million.

So Solo could easily defeat him.

Besides, even if Cooler transforms into his final form, it will only prolong his death time slightly.

"You're next, Kurd." Solo smiled at Kurd and tilted his head.

Kurd's face instantly turned extremely ugly as he coldly stared at Solo opposite him, his fists clenched at his sides.

"What? Are you too scared to speak?" Solo chuckled, crossing his arms. "I should return the favor you made."

"You—you're a Super Saiyan too?" Kurd asked coldly, his voice squeezed out through clenched teeth.

"Uh, no." Solo slowly shook his head, his lips slightly downturned.

"What—what did you say?" Kurd was immediately shocked, his pupils shrinking sharply.

He wasn't a Super Saiyan, yet he could easily defeat Cooler?

This is outrageous!

When did the Saiyans become so strong?

"You are indeed more powerful than I imagined. I really underestimated you!" Kurd sneered, his gaze sweeping over Solo's face twice.

He paused, then said thoughtfully, "How about this, you take Cooler's place as my son? I feel you're even stronger than that Super Saiyan, and qualified to be a member of our family. You can do whatever you want on any planet better than Earth!"

"Bang!"

No sooner had Kurd finished speaking than Solo took action.

He moved swiftly, appearing instantly beside Kurd, his right fist swung back fully, and delivered a powerful punch to Kurd's face.

"Awoo!"

Kurd let out a scream, staggered back two steps, and a trace of purple blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Who are you trying to humiliate?" Solo was so angry he laughed. "You want me to be your son?"

"Bang bang bang!"

In the next minute, Solo launched a fierce attack on the Kurds.

Fists rained down on Kurd's face, body, and arms.

Each punch carried a golden aura, causing Kurd's body to sway wildly in the air.

Poor Kurds, their fighting strength is at most 100 million, and they are no match for Solo.

He didn't even have a chance to dodge; he could only passively take the beating.

"You've got some nerve, Kurd!" Solo continued to beat Kurd wildly, muttering under his breath.

The Kurds were left with nothing but to be beaten, screaming like pigs as blood seeped from their mouths, nostrils, and ears.

Solo's fists never stopped, pounding Kurd's head with one punch after another.

Kurd's head was swaying from side to side from the blows, his eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were loose.

"I—I am your son! I am your son!" Kurd hurriedly changed his words, his voice hoarse and urgent, his hands waving wildly in front of him.

"You dare to challenge me?" Solo was even angrier, and he increased the force of his attack.

The Kurds could not utter a word, only groans and howls remained.

Solo beat up the Kurd for a full ten minutes. When he felt he had had enough, he raised his right foot and kicked him high into the air.

Kurd's body flew upwards like a kicked stone, tracing an arc in the sky.

"Boom!"

Solo waved his hand in the air, his arm drawing an arc as a powerful energy burst forth from his palm, striking Kurd.

With a deafening roar, Kurd's body was engulfed by powerful energy and instantly turned into dust.

Having eliminated the Kurds, Solo withdrew his hand and dusted himself off.

His gaze shifted to the large spaceship.

"Whoosh!"

Solo used Instant Transmission, and in the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared from the spot.

West Capital, headquarters of the Capsule Corporation, Bulma's bathroom.

A mist filled the air, and the tiles on the wall were covered with a fine layer of water droplets.

"ah"

Bulma suddenly cried out in surprise, her voice high-pitched and thin, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

She hurriedly covered her body with her hands, her face instantly turning bright red, from her neck all the way to her ears.

"Taking a bath, huh?" Solo greeted her with a smile from the bathroom doorway, his gaze falling on Bulma's flushed face. He asked somewhat curiously, "Why are you taking a bath at this hour?"

"Idiot!" Bulma clenched her fists and placed them on her chest, scolding Soro in a sweet voice, her tone rising. "I just took a picture with an alien, and I was afraid of getting infected by some virus! So I disinfected myself and took a shower. Is there anything wrong with that?!"

"Uh—no—no problem—" Solo scratched his head sheepishly, his gaze shifting to the ceiling.

Bulma froze instantly, her eyes widening.

She quickly turned around, her back to Solo, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"You—what do you want from me?" Bulma asked, her face flushed, her voice barely audible.

"Do you want that spaceship from the Frieza family?" Solo asked, his gaze falling on Bulma's wet hair. "If you don't want it, I'll destroy it."

Indeed, this was Soro's main purpose in coming to find Bulma.

In the original storyline, Trunks destroyed Frieza's spaceship.

However, Solo felt that keeping the spaceship would still be somewhat useful.

Giving it to Bulma for research could at least elevate Earth's technology to a new level.

Later, Bulma will take this knowledge to Mars, the new planet Atlantis.

This is a win-win situation.

"Have Gura and Kurd been defeated?" Bulma asked as she dressed, her fingers trembling as she buttoned her clothes.

"He's already dead." Solo smiled, turned around, and faced the wall.

"Keep that spaceship!" Bulma quickly dressed, smoothed her wet hair with her fingers, and replied hastily, "I'll send someone to bring it back right away!"

"Alright, that's settled then." After saying that, Solo walked towards the door. "You can continue taking a shower."

He pushed open the bathroom door, walked out, and closed the door behind him.

Bulma stood there, looking down at the clothes she had just put on, momentarily stunned, her lips twitching slightly.

How can I continue washing?

Meanwhile, above the wasteland.

Piccolo and his crew are tracking down Cooler's henchmen.

Bick's figure streaked across the sky, his green cape fluttering behind him.

His fist slammed into the face of a purple-skinned alien, whose body fell from the sky like a stone and crashed to the ground.

Son Gohan gathered energy in his hands, and a bright white beam shot out from his palms, piercing through the chest of a blue-skinned alien.

The man didn't even have time to scream before he turned to ashes.

Tien Shinhan's Solar Flare exploded in the sky, illuminating the entire wilderness with blinding white light.

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Several aliens were so dazzled that they couldn't open their eyes and wandered around in the air, covering their eyes.

The dumpling's superpowers affected them, their bodies feeling as if they were being gripped by an invisible hand, unable to move.

Krillin's energy slash swept past, slicing their bodies in two.

Le Ping was not to be outdone, his Wolf Fang Wind Fist leaving afterimages in the air, each punch landing with a visceral impact.

With Piccolo and his crew's strength, dealing with these remnants of Frieza's army would be quite easy.

The highest fighting power of those underlings was no more than 3000, making them utterly insignificant in the face of Piccolo, Gohan, Tien Shinhan, and others.

In less than half an hour, all the legion's underlings were wiped out.

More than a dozen corpses fell from the sky and scattered across the wasteland, their blood staining the soil beneath them.

Bick and the others returned to the area where the spaceship was located.

"Where's Solo?" Le Ping hovered low in the air, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, and he paused slightly in surprise.

"He's already gone back." Bick turned his head to look in the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction Piccolo was looking, closed their eyes, and released their senses.

Sure enough, a powerful aura appeared in the direction of Xidu, stable and peaceful, like a bright lamp shining in the darkness.

It was the scent of Solo.

"So, Frieza's brother and father have been killed?" Krillin let out a long sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxed, and a relieved smile spread across his face.

"That's great!" Le Ping smiled, hands on his hips. "At least everything's alright now!"

"Frieza's brother's henchmen don't seem very strong." Tien Shinhan smiled confidently, crossing his arms.

"What should we do with that spaceship?" Klin pointed to the large, silver-white spaceship not far away, his brow furrowing slightly. "Should we destroy it? There's not much point in keeping it."

"Whatever!" Piccolo didn't have much of an opinion on this, crossed his arms, and turned his face away.

Klin raised his hand, gathering energy in his palm, intending to drop an energy blast in the direction of the spaceship.

"Someone else has come to Earth!" Piccolo suddenly looked up at the sky, his pupils contracted slightly, and his gaze sharpened.

He leaned forward slightly, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

"And it's heading in this direction!"