Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

Chapter 107 Bardos Descends to Earth

The laboratory lights stayed on all night.

The group of doctors in white coats sat around a long table, with copies of the prescription scattered all over it.

Everyone's brows were furrowed in a tight knot, their fingers tapping on the paper, and they muttered to themselves.

The doctors looked at the prescription and all shook their heads and sighed.

Because they had never even heard of some of the molecular formulas on the prescription.

Those symbols and structural formulas are like celestial script, beyond the scope of existing chemical knowledge on Earth.

How do I study a molecular formula I've never heard of before?

Solo stood at the laboratory door, arms crossed, looking at the worried faces of the doctors, lost in thought.

It seems that developing a suitable drug for Earthlings within three months will be extremely difficult.

Although Earth's technological level is not low, it is still far behind those civilizations in the universe that have developed for tens of thousands of years.

However, Solo wasn't idle either.

Boronga said that another way is to find the Supreme Kai or an angel.

Solo wasn't very optimistic about Boruto's idea of ​​finding the Supreme Kai.

The Supreme Kai of Universe 7 is really weak. He hides in the Supreme Kai World all day long and doesn't even care when Frieza destroys planets.

Even if we find him, he might not be willing to cure Sun Wukong.

After all, Sun Wukong's reputation in the universe is not very widespread yet.

Only after Sun Wukong dies will he become famous in Heaven and attract the attention of the Supreme Kai.

But angels are different.

Angels are generally easygoing. If you give him some good food, he might take pity on you and cure Sun Wukong's viral heart disease.

The only way now is to see if my master-level culinary skills can attract the angels.

If not, Wukong will likely not live much longer.

This is probably Sun Wukong's tribulation.

Solo never imagined that he was in the most primitive time and space.

That is, there is no Trunks traveling from the future to the past.

The androids born in this timeline will be extremely evil beings.

It seems there's no longer a Cell, since Cell's birth is twenty years in the future.

Solo originally wanted to have some fun with Cell.

I can't worry about that anymore.

Solo is going to try out his master-level culinary skills.

That afternoon, Soro asked Bulma to prepare some ingredients for him.

He stood in the kitchen of the Capsule Corporation, tapping his fingers lightly twice on the countertop.

The reason for choosing to cook on Earth is because there are more ingredients available on Earth.

Most of the food on Mars was introduced from Earth, and many of it hasn't even matured yet.

"You're going to cook?" Bulma paused, looking Solo up and down, her gaze sweeping from his serious face to his rolled-up sleeves, somewhat puzzled.

"Since we're just killing time, let's make something to eat." Solo smiled, took a kitchen knife from the knife rack, and weighed it in his hand.

Bulma didn't think much of it and immediately prepared a large amount of ingredients as Soro requested.

Fresh pork, beef, fish, shrimp, vegetables, and seasonings—filled the entire kitchen counter.

Solo considered it carefully for a moment, then closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into his body.

He manipulated the skill slots, temporarily removing [Combat Power x500], keeping [Talent x50], and then putting [Master Chef] into the empty slot.

Then, he began to cook delicious food.

The kitchen echoed with the sounds of cleavers clattering against the cutting board, spatulas scraping against the wok, and the range hood humming.

Solo's movements were fluid and graceful: chopping vegetables, blanching, stir-frying, and braising.

Every step was as precise as a machine, yet it carried an indescribable rhythm.

Before long, one after another, uniquely flavorful dishes were served on the table.

These delicacies include: Braised Pork Intestines, Braised Sea Cucumber with Scallions, Sweet and Sour Carp, Braised Prawns, Stir-fried Double Crispy Dishes, Stir-fried Pork Kidney, Four Happiness Meatballs, Milk Soup with Cattail Shoots, Stir-fried Sliced ​​Conch, Braised Fish Slices in Fermented Rice Wine Sauce, Mu Shu Pork, Stir-fried Shrimp, and Braised Pork Belly in a Jar —

The table was covered with food, steaming hot and fragrant.

Solo glanced at the Nine-Turned Intestines with some disdain.

He put the most effort into that dish, but looking at those winding segments of intestine, he still felt a little uneasy.

However, the other dishes were quite good, with excellent color, aroma, and taste.

He took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and gazed at the distant stars.

I wonder if Weiss will be able to smell these fragrances.

However, this happened shortly after Solo had placed the dishes on the table.

Bulma's family followed the scent from afar.

Dr. Briffs pushed up his glasses, sniffed the air, and quickened his pace unconsciously.

Brigitte followed behind her husband, her eyes sparkling.

Bulma walked at the back, holding a magazine in her hand, but her eyes were already on the dishes on the table.

Seeing the sumptuous feast Soro had prepared, Bulma and her family of three's eyes lit up, and their mouths watered.

"Solo, you're amazing!" Bulma exclaimed in amazement, putting down her magazine and clapping her hands in front of her chest. "You've prepared such a sumptuous feast so quickly!"

"How about trying it first?" Solo smiled, stepped aside, and crossed his arms.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Dr. Briefs picked up his chopsticks, reached for the plate of braised pork intestines, and popped a piece into his mouth.

He closed his eyes, chewed slowly, his brow furrowing slightly before quickly relaxing.

"Daddy, is it delicious?" Bulma asked.

"It's delicious—" Briefs smacked his lips, his tongue swirling around in his mouth, "but there's something strange about the taste—"

Bulma also picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of the Four Happiness Meatballs, and ate it with relish.

The meatballs are tender, the broth is rich, and they melt in your mouth.

"Mmm, delicious, delicious." Bulma's eyes lit up immediately, and she picked up another piece.

Brigitte also took a bite of the braised prawns.

The shrimp meat was tender and the sauce was rich; she nodded excitedly.

"Speaking of Solo," Dr. Briefs said, gesturing to the large intestine dish on the table, "what's the name of this dish I'm eating?"

"Nine-turn large intestine," Solo answered truthfully.

"Large intestine?" Dr. Briffs' expression froze, his chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and he was completely stunned.

He paused for two seconds, then asked again, unwilling to give up, "What large intestine?"

"It's pig intestines." Solo grinned. "I deliberately preserved the unique flavor of the intestines. Isn't it delicious?"

"Preserve its unique flavor?" Dr. Briefs' eyes widened, his face changing color from rosy to pale.

A brief period of stagnation.

Dr. Briffs jumped up from his chair, ran to the side, and bent over to vomit.

Bulma and Brigitte looked at each other in bewilderment.

After rinsing his mouth, Dr. Briefs returned, wiping his mouth with a wry smile: "This taste—it's certainly quite unique."

"Don't overthink it." Solo laughed and waved his hand in front of him. "Only by preserving the unique flavor of the large intestine can you make such delicious food. If I didn't tell you it was pig intestine, you wouldn't have so many thoughts."

"What you said makes a lot of sense—" Dr. Briefs silently wiped his sweat, sat back down in his chair, but his chopsticks never reached for the plate of braised pork intestines again.

"Try something else," Solo suggested.

Bulma and her family of three then enjoyed several other dishes.

The sweet and sour flavor of sweet and sour carp, the savory aroma of braised prawns, and the rich flavor of four-happiness meatballs —

Every dish made their eyes light up.

Solo followed suit and tasted each dish, picking up a piece of braised fish slice and putting it in his mouth. The fish slice was tender and smooth, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

You know what!

That's truly masterful culinary skill!

The food you make is delicious!

It tastes much better than the cooking robot at Bulma's house.

I just don't know if these dishes will be able to attract Weiss.

Solo looked up at the blue sky outside the window, his gaze becoming deep.

The Bulma family quickly devoured all the food on the table.

Except for that Nine-Turned Intestine.

It lay alone on the plate, like an abandoned hill.

However, Solo and his men did not appear.

He leaned back in his chair, tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice, and shook his head.

Looks like I'll have to try again tomorrow.

If it doesn't come after a week of continuous attempts, then we can only say that Wukong's luck is bad.

one day.

Two days.

Three days.

Before you know it, the seven days of the week have passed quickly.

Every evening, Solo would appear in Bulma's kitchen on time.

The sounds of cleavers clattering against the cutting board, spatulas scraping against the wok, and the hum of the range hood became the familiar noise of the Universal Capsule Group.

The most stable background music this week.

After cooking dinner for seven consecutive days, with at least ten dishes each time, Solo was really starting to feel overwhelmed.

On the contrary, in these seven days, Bulma's family all gained weight.

Dr. Briefs' belly had swelled up even more, Brigitte's cheeks had become much rounder, and Bulma screamed as she stood on the scale, then quietly took a bottle of yogurt out of the refrigerator.

Solo has decided that today will be the last meal.

If Whis doesn't come soon, it can only be said that Goku's luck has come to an end.

No one can save you now.

It seems I'll have to live in a world without Wukong from now on.

The evening of the seventh day.

The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the restaurant turned the white tablecloth orange-red.

"Solo, I can't eat your cooking anymore." Bulma sat in the chair, her cheeks flushed, happily stomping her feet, her slippers making a slapping sound on the floor.

"How so?" Solo was taken aback and put down his chopsticks.

"I weighed myself today," Bulma sighed softly, clutching her lower abdomen. "I've gained several pounds without even realizing it! If I keep eating like this, I might end up weighing ninety pounds!"

Solo's lips twitched.

Is 90 pounds considered heavy?

He silently swallowed those words back.

Dr. Briffs and his wife Brigitte did not come to dinner tonight.

Bulma said the two of them went to see a movie; a new romance film had recently been released, and they had both enjoyed watching these kinds of movies since they were young.

Research on effective drugs for viral heart disease is also in full swing.

Dr. Briffs was not good at biological research, so he did not go with them.

The group of PhDs in white coats were still working hard in the lab, their tables piled high with test strips and petri dishes, but progress was minimal.

"Bulma, being slightly chubby is actually quite nice; it has a certain charm." Solo smiled slightly, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"Really? Soro." Bulma blushed and asked shyly, her gaze lowered, her finger tracing circles on the table. "So you like slightly chubby types."

"Besides, today is the last time I'll cook for a while." Solo didn't reply, but put down his teacup and glanced at the mostly unfinished dishes on the table. "After today, cooking is over."

"Aren't you going to do it anymore?" Bulma was immediately disappointed.

"I've been cooking for seven days straight, I'm exhausted," Solo said honestly, stretching his wrists.

"What a pity—" Bulma sighed, resting her chin on her hands. "Looks like we'll have to wait until you're in a good mood to eat such delicious food again, won't we?"

"That's roughly the idea." Solo nodded with a smile.

Then, Solo looked up at the window again.

The sky was gradually darkening, with the last trace of orange struggling on the horizon before being swallowed by darkness.

Weiss still didn't come.

Wukong's life is in danger.

Solo slowly shook his head, a forced smile appearing on his face, the corners of his mouth curving into a bitter arc.

"Solo, what are you looking up at?" Bulma asked curiously, following his gaze to the gray-blue sky outside the window. "Are you looking at Mars?"

"Why are you looking at Mars?" Solo smiled slightly and looked away. "I can teleport. I can go back in an instant. I don't need to be reminded of people by looking at things."

Bulma was speechless for a moment, and her lips twitched slightly.

Solo looked at the dishes on the table again.

We've almost finished all the dishes; several dishes are practically empty, with only the bottom of the plate remaining.

"Have the robot collect the vegetables," Solo instructed Bulma.

"No—make me finish the rest of the plate!" Bulma shook her head decisively, picked up her chopsticks and took another piece of fish tail. "There's so much left over from these dishes, it would be such a waste to throw it away."

However, Bulma's face turned red instantly after she finished speaking.

Her chopsticks hovered in mid-air as her gaze fell on her slightly protruding belly.

"No, I can't eat anymore," Bulma muttered softly, her voice barely audible. "If I eat any more, I'll really get fat."

She put down her chopsticks, took a deep breath, waved at the humanoid robot in the distance, and beckoned with her finger twice.

"Miss Bulma, what can I do for you?" The humanoid robot stepped forward, its metallic shell gleaming coldly under the lights.

It bowed to Bulma with the precision of a trained butler.

"Clean up these dishes," Bulma said, pointing to the leftover food on the table.

"Okay." The humanoid robot stepped forward, its metal fingers outstretched, ready to tidy up the table.

Just as the humanoid robot picked up a plate.

"Whoosh!" A streak of light, as dazzling as a star, descended from the sky, moving as fast as a falling meteor.

The light streaked across the night sky, slowed abruptly just before hitting the ground, and then gently landed beside Solo without stirring up a speck of dust.

Solo was startled, his body trembled slightly, and he almost sprang from his seat.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head to look at the dazzling flame.

The flames faded, revealing a slender figure.

This person was dressed in angelic attire, with light blue skin and long silver hair tied in a high ponytail, the ends of which swayed gently in the breeze.

Upon seeing this, Solo was overjoyed, and his eyes lit up.

It's Bardot!

Weiss didn't come, but Bardos did!

"Please wait a moment!" The moment Bardos landed, she immediately spoke politely to the humanoid robot, gently turning the scepter in her hand.

Upon seeing Vados suddenly appear, Bulma's beautiful eyes widened instantly, her gaze sweeping over Vados several times, her mouth slightly agape.

The robot seemed to have voiceprint recognition capabilities and completely ignored what Bardos was saying.

Its metal fingers gripped the plates firmly, stacking the two plates together with a crisp clinking sound.

Bardos's lips twitched, and her pale blue fingers paused in mid-air.

"You are—" Bulma asked, looking at Vados, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Hello, my name is Bardos." Bardos said her name, bowed slightly, and gracefully twirled the scepter in her hand. "Nice to meet you."

She paused, her gaze falling on the leftover food on the table, a slight smile curving her lips.

"I'm so sorry, I smelled the aroma of the food from far away, so I came to check it out."

"You can smell it?" Bulma paused, blinking twice.

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