Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

Bick's lips twitched, and he remained silent.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his gaze swept back and forth across Solo's face twice.

Your previous combat power... appeared to be only 1000, but your actual combat power was 5.

You want to lower your combat power to 3000 and fight me now?

Do you think I believe that?

If I believed even one word of yours, I wouldn't be Piccolo Daimaou.

Bick raised his chin slightly, his face expressionless.

"Sorry," Piccolo said curtly, his voice indifferent, "I'm busy."

"Do you know what the consequences are of refusing someone who blinded Vegeta with their Flash Jutsu?" Solo chuckled mockingly, tilting his head as he looked at Piccolo.

Bick's face froze, and his expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

His pupils contracted sharply, and a faint swallowing sound escaped his throat.

I almost forgot about something so important.

Bick looked away from Solo's face and gazed at the distant horizon.

Then it turned back.

"Well... I'd be happy to oblige." Bick quickly changed his tune, his voice a few decibels lower than before.

He pushed off the rocks with his feet, his body sprang backward, and he landed in an open space.

Solo followed and stood opposite him.

Bick was slightly taken aback.

"Who are the first 100?" Bick asked curiously.

"No comment!" Solo replied curtly.

Piccolo gave Solo a deep look, his eyes darted around, and his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Bick felt it too during this battle.

Solo did indeed suppress his own combat power to around 3000; he didn't cheat.

Every punch and kick was delivered with precise force, never exceeding the required range.

But what puzzled Bick was why he would do such a thing?

What's the point of doing this?

Bick frowned slightly, his gaze lingering on Solo's face for two seconds.

"Train hard!" Solo smiled, his tone turning serious. "Namek is not as simple as you think! If you don't want to die, you'll have to defeat me."

"What...what do you know?" Piccolo asked hurriedly, sitting up from the ground and staring intently at Solo.

"I just have a bad feeling." Solo shook his head slightly, looking up at the distant sky.

Without saying anything more, he immediately took to the air.

"call out!"

Solo flew away from the scene, his figure growing smaller and smaller in the sky until he disappeared behind the clouds.

Piccolo sat on the ground, looking up in the direction Solo had disappeared, remaining silent.

……

Solo returned to the headquarters of the Capsule Corporation.

The first thing Solo did upon returning was to summarize his and Piccolo's combat experience.

He sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, closed his eyes, and replayed every detail of the battle in his mind.

Then, he plunged into the gravity training room and began a new round of training.

The next person to challenge is Sun Wukong.

Solo stood in front of the control panel, his finger paused on the button for a moment, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

……

Planet Frieza 79.

It is the 18th day since Vegeta left Earth.

On the planet's base, two aliens are playing chess.

Their fingers held the chess pieces and moved them across the chessboard.

"Beep beep beep!"

Just then, the alarm suddenly went off, and red lights flashed in the corridor.

The two aliens playing chess simultaneously looked up and immediately glanced in the direction of the alarm.

They exchanged a glance.

"Who's here?"

"Is this Lord Frieza?"

"No way, didn't Lord Frieza just leave?"

"It's a spherical spaceship, and the crew are combatants!"

"That signal is Vegeta's."

"That's strange, we haven't heard from him that he's back! Something must have happened!"

As they talked, one of them took out a communicator and immediately signaled outside, pressing the call button with his thumb: "This is the management department. Mr. Vegeta is back. Go out and greet him!"

On the spaceship launch platform outside the base, three aliens stood in a row with their hands hanging at their sides.

Their gazes were fixed on the sky, waiting.

Not long after, a spherical dark shape appeared on the horizon, growing larger and larger.

"Thump!"

Vegeta's spaceship crashed into the launch site's buffer compartment, the metal walls shuddering and making a dull thud.

The three aliens immediately stood at attention, backs straight, and with respectful attitudes.

However, after the spaceship came to a stop, it remained completely still.

The hatch was not open, and not even a sound of breathing could be heard.

The three of them were taken aback and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What's going on?" The alien in the middle tilted its head, its brow furrowing. "Why aren't they coming out?"

The person next to him glanced down at the detector on his wrist, and the screen flickered.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

"Ah... his vital signs are very weak!"

The three immediately went forward to check.

Through the observation window, they saw Vegeta lying in a chair, wearing a ventilator, with dried bloodstains around his eyes.

He has activated life support devices.

The three sensed something was wrong and hurriedly opened the hatch, lifted Vegeta out of the spaceship, and immediately took him to the treatment pod for treatment.

The lid of the treatment chamber closed, and green liquid flowed over Vegeta's body.

Bubbles rose from the bottom and tumbled around him.

"Who on earth did this?" A staff member stood outside the treatment pod, arms crossed, looking at Vegeta floating inside. "Mr. Vegeta's eyes are all blind!"