Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

"You!" Bulma scrambled to her feet, hands on her hips, head tilted back, and angrily demanded, "Solo! Why did you turn into this to scare people!"

Her brows were furrowed, and her chin was slightly raised.

"I'm cultivating, aren't I?" Solo grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"Wait a minute..." Bulma suddenly realized what was happening, took a half step back, and tapped her chin with her finger. "Why can you talk? I remember Goku seemed to have lost his mind when he turned into this form."

Her gaze became alert, sweeping back and forth across Solo's face twice.

"Don't worry," Solo smiled, his golden eyes gentle. "I haven't lost my mind."

He paused, then spread his enormous palms out at his sides.

"Quickly find me some clothes, I tore them when I transformed."

Bulma put one hand to her forehead and the other to her waist, speechless.

Her lips twitched and her shoulders shook.

It turns out they came back because they were out of clothes.

"Wait a moment then." Bulma turned and went to the room, her steps light as she pushed open the door and went inside.

Solo stood still, waiting patiently.

Not long after, Bulma came out of the room, carrying a packaged set of clothes.

The packaging bag is white and has a bow tied on it.

Solo crouched down, his massive body bending over.

He stretched out his large hand, palm open, the lines on his palm resembling a dried-up riverbed.

Bulma placed the clothes on Solo's fingertips, covered her mouth and secretly smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.

Solo didn't think too much about it, and carefully pulled the clothes back.

Without further hesitation, he raised his head and pointed at the artificial full moon in the sky.

A giant finger points to the sky.

"Bang!"

An invisible burst of energy shot out from his fingertips, moving at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.

The artificial full moon was instantly bombed into dust.

The golden sphere of light exploded, scattering starlight that bloomed in the air with dazzling colors, like a grand fireworks display.

The sky returned to its original color, and the clouds reappeared.

Solo's body began to shrink rapidly.

The black fur faded, the massive bones shrank, and the muscles contracted.

The body returned to normal human size within seconds.

Feeling that he was about to recover, Solo vanished from the spot in a flash.

His body blurred into a blur, and he grabbed his clothes, appearing in his own room in the blink of an eye.

The door to the room closed behind him.

Solo stood in the center of the room and glanced down at the clothes Bulma had prepared for him.

The packaging bag had been opened, and white fabric was peeking out from the opening.

Upon seeing this, Solo's face instantly darkened.

A vein throbbed on his forehead, and his mouth twitched violently.

This is fucking...

This is a pure white women's outfit!

The skirt was embroidered with small flowers, the neckline was trimmed with lace, and a ribbon was tied around the waist.

The entire outfit exudes a refined and graceful aura.

Solo's previous outfit was white, but the outfit he saw when he transformed into a Great Ape looked very small. He only knew it was white, but didn't look at it closely.

Now that I look closely, it's actually this style!

Bulma must have done it on purpose.

Solo clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging, and then slowly exhaled.

Then, with a dark expression, he walked to the window and flung it open.

He leaned halfway out, staring at Bulma from afar.

In the courtyard, Bulma stood with her hands behind her back, looking up at Solo's room window.

A sly smile played on her lips, her eyes curved into crescents, and the corners of her mouth curled up with a hint of smugness.

"Hehe!" Bulma stuck out her tongue at Solo, then quickly withdrew it.

It's confirmed.

Bulma did it on purpose.

But... that's no big deal.

"Whoosh!"

Solo flashed and disappeared through the window.

It was so fast that it didn't even leave an afterimage.

The next second, he appeared in the courtyard, stretched out his arm, and picked Bulma up by the waist.

Bulma's body was lifted into the air, and before she could even utter a cry of surprise, Solo's feet had already touched the ground, and he flashed away again.

In an instant, the two disappeared from the courtyard.

Another second passed.

The air in Bulma's bedroom trembled slightly.

Solo released his grip, and Bulma landed on the ground, swaying slightly.

She looked down and saw that her coat, skirt, shoes... were all gone.

She was only wearing a set of underwear.

The white fabric reflected light slightly.

"Ah!" Bulma exclaimed, crossing her arms to protect her chest, her cheeks flushing red from her neck all the way to her ears.

She froze on the spot, her eyes wide open, her lips trembling slightly.

"Get me some clothes right now," Solo's voice came from a corner of the room, flat in tone. "Do you want to have even fewer clothes?"

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze turned to one side, not looking at Bulma.

Bulma's breathing quickened a few times, her chest heaving.

She bit her lip, hurriedly bent down, and rummaged through the closet to pull out a set of men's clothes, her fingers still trembling slightly.

The clothes were folded neatly, and she held them in her hands, placing them on the edge of the bed.

Then turn your back to the wall, clasp your hands in front of you.

Solo stepped forward, picked up his clothes, and quickly put them on.

He let out a long sigh of relief, stretched his shoulders, and after confirming that the clothes fit, slowly walked to Bulma's side.

"Hmph!" Bulma turned her head away, her chin slightly raised, refusing to look at him. She pouted and let out a soft snort. "How annoying!"

"By the way, Bulma," Soro stated his request directly, his tone calm, "could you make me a suit of armor like Vegeta's or Nappa's?"

"Apologize!" Bulma was still angry, pouting and looking sullen as she looked out the window.

"You were the one who tricked me with that outfit first!" Solo said irritably, then paused, changing the subject, "Their armor, I think it was made of something like rubber-ceramic composite material!"

"But you can't just take all my clothes off!" Bulma huffed, hands on her hips, pointing a finger at Soro with one hand, her eyes wide. Then she paused, her brow furrowing slightly. "Rubber-ceramic composite material? With the material's name, manufacturing shouldn't be a problem!"

"I didn't strip you naked, I've been very polite," Solo replied, shrugging. "So, you can actually make that special armor now? I don't want to tear my clothes again next time I transform!"

"Is this what you call being polite to me! Apologize!" Bulma's voice rose, she stomped her foot, then pondered for a moment, tapping her chin with her finger: "No problem, it can be made in three to five days at most."

"I've never uttered the word 'sorry'!" Solo shook his head, resolutely refusing, his lips twitching slightly, before adding, "Great! Three to five days isn't long."