Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

Chapter 77 The Dragon Emerges, Fulfilling Our Wishes!

However, Vegeta hadn't flown very far when he was spotted by Zarbon, who was searching nearby.

Sabo hovered in mid-air, his gaze sweeping around, when he suddenly saw a moving point of light in the distant sky.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he squinted to take a closer look.

"That's... Vegeta?" Zarbon's lips slowly curled up, his face immediately lighting up with joy.

"call out!"

Sabo immediately flew towards Vegeta's location, his body launching out at lightning speed, leaving a long trail in the air.

Vegeta sensed Zarbon's presence immediately after a brief moment of observation.

That aura was rapidly approaching from behind, getting closer and closer.

Vegeta merely smiled dismissively, his lips curving slightly downwards.

Having faced death this time, Vegeta felt that his fighting power had reached at least 4.

The energy within my body is like churning magma, and every muscle is brimming with power.

Dealing with a small Sabo is still quite easy.

Besides, even if we can't beat him, isn't there still Solo?

Thankfully, Frieza didn't come along.

Vegeta's lips curled into a confident smile.

"call out!"

Vegeta accelerated, his body shooting out like an arrow, leaving a trail of bright flame in the air.

A dozen minutes later, Vegeta descended from the sky and landed in the cave where Zoro and the others were.

Then, his gaze swept across the area.

When Vegeta saw Zoro and the others enjoying their meal, he was so angry that his nose twisted and his mouth twitched violently.

A table full of delicious food was laid out on the long dining table: roast meat, stew, salad, and fruit—steaming hot and fragrant.

Solo leaned against a rock, a skewer of roasted meat in his hand, his mouth dripping with oil.

Klin squatted to the side, holding a chicken leg in his hand, and was gnawing on it with relish.

Son Gohan sipped the soup slowly.

Dandy sat in the corner, sipping water.

These shameless bastards!

Vegeta clenched his fist.

I was there facing near-death experiences, while you guys are here enjoying delicious food!

So hateful!

"Vegeta?" Goku greeted him with a smile, still chewing on a chicken leg, his words muffled. "Have you eaten? Want to come and have some?"

He held up the chicken leg in his hand and waved it in Vegeta's direction.

Vegeta: "————"

Vegeta's lips twitched, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

After Goku said that, Vegeta actually got a little hungry, and his stomach rumbled loudly.

"That guy named Sabo isn't bad," Soro said to Vegeta with a smile, taking a bite of his grilled meat, oil glistening on his lips. "He actually healed your injuries."

"That guy's catching up!" Vegeta glanced back. "I'll take care of him first!"

"Whatever you want!" Solo nodded with a smile and took another bite of the roast meat.

About 10 seconds have passed.

"Snapped!"

Sabo descended from the sky, landing near Solo and the others, his feet stomping on the blue lawn, kicking up a cloud of grass clippings.

His gaze swept across the room, and the moment Sabo saw Solo, his face turned pale, his pupils contracted sharply, and he felt completely unwell, his legs going weak.

What's this Saiyan named Solo doing here?

This is terrible!

"Vegeta!" Zarbo gritted his teeth, glaring at Vegeta with eyes like two knives. "You've played me so badly! Because of you, Lord Frieza no longer trusts me!"

His fists clenched, and the veins on his arms bulged slightly.

"Where did you hide those five Dragon Balls? Hand them over right now! Or I'll get rough with you!"

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"You give it a try!" Vegeta smiled confidently, chin held high, arms crossed.

"Hmph!" Sabo snorted coldly, a cruel smile curving his lips.

His body changed rapidly; his skin swelled, his muscles bulged, and his bones lengthened.

The facial features were squeezed together, the forehead protruded, and the mouth widened.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into an ugly toad.

"Huh?" Sun Wukong commented thoughtfully, tilting his head. "His aura is surging wildly!"

"Does changing into this form increase my energy?"

"Vegeta, you're about to die!" Zarbo said, pushing off the ground with both feet and launching himself forward to attack Vegeta.

He pulled his fist back, and his energy condensed on it.

But just then, a voice interrupted him.

"Wait a moment!"

Sabo's expression froze, his raised fist stopped in mid-air, and his body suddenly paused.

He mechanically turned his head, his gaze falling on Solo, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Lord Zoro," Sabo said hastily, his voice trembling slightly, "what are your orders? Didn't you say this was a personal matter between Vegeta and me—"

"Vegeta," Soro asked with a smile, ignoring Zarbon and focusing his gaze on Vegeta, "He said you hid all five of Frieza's Dragon Balls?"

"Hmph!" Vegeta smiled smugly, a triumphant smile curving his lips. "They're just too stupid!"

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"Then what's the point of dawdling?" Solo said, showing no politeness, his gaze shifting to Sabo. "Just kill him!"

He pointed his finger in the air towards Sabo, extending his index finger with the tip aimed at Sabo's body.

"Bang!"

Sabo's body instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist, and fragments of flesh and blood flew in all directions, landing on the blue lawn with a soft pattering sound.

Dead beyond dead.

Vegeta's pupils contracted, his lips twitched a few times, his face turned pale, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

No!

I'm nowhere near as good as Solo.

Just how strong is he?

Vegeta's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Sabo was killed remotely so easily?

Vegeta was deeply shocked, his heart pounding in his chest.

Klin gasped, nearly dropping the chicken leg in his hand.

He glanced at Solo in horror, his eyes wide open.

Solo really doesn't hold back at all!

They can kill someone just like that!

Son Gohan was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his little hands clenched the hem of his clothes.

Dandy shuddered, his body trembling like a leaf.

He mechanically turned his head, his gaze falling on Solo before quickly looking away.

This older brother—he seemed quite kind just now.

I didn't expect them to be so ruthless!

However, this man named Sabo killed Elder Muli and the others; he deserves to die!

Dandy clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly.

"Goku," Zoro smiled, turning his gaze to Goku, "Since Vegeta has already hidden the Dragon Balls, it means Frieza isn't with them."

"Yes—yes." Sun Wukong nodded, put down the chicken leg in his hand, and wiped his mouth.

He paused, then asked curiously, "Solo, what do you mean?"

Vegeta was also slightly taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly.

"You guys go and quietly take the Dragon Balls over," Zoro suggested, glancing at Goku, Krillin, and Gohan. "Then we'll grant our wishes here."

"Great!" Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, and a wide smile spread across his face. "That's what we'll do!"

He thought Solo's idea was brilliant.

"Goku, I'll go with you," Krillin said, standing up and patting the grease off his hands.

"Dad, I want to go too!" Son Gohan clenched his fists and stood up from the ground.

"Me too!" Dandy replied, leaning forward slightly.

"My original intention was for you two to go with Goku." Zoro rolled his eyes at Krillin and Gohan. "It's not easy for one person to carry five Dragon Balls. Stop talking nonsense and get going!"

He paused, his gaze falling on Dandy.

"Dandy, you stay here! What are you doing here causing trouble?"

"Hahaha————Yeah————" Klin scratched his head sheepishly, rubbing his fingers on his bald head a couple of times.

"Why won't you let me go?" Dandy was a little confused, tilted his head, and blinked.

"Your aura is too weak; you'll only be a hindrance if you go," Zoro chuckled. "Besides, five Dragon Balls are enough for three people."

Dandy thought about it carefully, lowered his head, and felt that what Solo said made sense, so he simply agreed and obediently sat back down in his seat.

Sun Wukong took out the Dragon Radar, pressed the button, and the screen lit up.

The screen displays the positions of five dots, closely packed together.

"Be careful, don't let Frieza find out." Solo smiled and revealed his plan, arms crossed. "Let's grant our wishes first, then have a proper fight with him. That way we won't have any worries."

"Great!" Sun Wukong nodded earnestly, his eyes shining like two stars. "Finally, I can have a proper fight with Frieza!"

The three stopped arguing and no longer emitted any energy flames.

They silently took off, their feet off the ground, their bodies hovering low in the air, and then quietly flew quickly towards the Dragon Ball.

The three figures disappeared silently, like three leaves blown by the wind, into the distant sky.

Only Solo, Dende, and Vegeta remained at the scene.

Vegeta stood there, his hands hanging at his sides, his face turning extremely pale.

His fists clenched unconsciously, his nails digging into his palms.

The thing Kakarot was holding earlier—it seems to be able to pinpoint the exact location of the Dragon Balls.

So even if I hide the Dragon Balls, they will find them easily.

"You—what do you mean, Zoro!" Vegeta gritted his teeth, his expression shifting, his gaze sweeping back and forth across Zoro's face twice.

"Vegeta," Zoro asked, narrowing his eyes and a slight smile playing on his lips, "you didn't bring the Dragon Balls over, but instead hid them and came here specifically to negotiate with me, didn't you?"

Vegeta's heart skipped a beat, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart.

Oh no, he figured it out!

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

He actually knew what I was thinking.

"I hate people who try to negotiate with me!" Solo scoffed, a slight downturn at the corners of his mouth.

"I—I didn't mean that!" Vegeta's heart sank, and he hurriedly denied it, his voice rapid and flustered. "I can't carry five Dragon Balls by myself! I came here specifically to find you guys to go and get the Dragon Balls together!"

"Oh?" Solo laughed, a bright laugh with a hint of amusement in the curve of his lips. "Is that really so?"

"It's true!" Vegeta gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, his gaze lowered, not daring to look directly at Zoro. "I'm not lying to you!"

Let's keep him calm first!

Vegeta clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly.

Once I, Vegeta, become the legendary Super Saiyan, I'll settle the score with him properly.

Don't get into a conflict with him right now!

I'll admit defeat, all for my own wish!

"In that case," Solo smiled, arms crossed, "I'll grant you one wish, as promised!"

"It's a deal!" Vegeta let out a long sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxed, and the cold sweat on his back finally dried.

He suddenly felt a little touched, and his nose tingled slightly.

This guy clearly has the absolute ability to kill me.

But they also granted me a wish.

Since that's the case—

Once I, Vegeta, become the legendary Super Saiyan, I won't kill you anymore.

I'll just beat you up to vent my anger!

"Vegeta," Soro sighed again, shaking his head, "you should be thanking me!"

"What do you mean?" Vegeta didn't quite understand, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Without me," Zoro laughed, a mocking smile on his face, tilting his head. "You think you can make your wish come true just by collecting all seven Dragon Balls?"

"Can't I have my wish granted?" Vegeta asked, puzzled. "Why?"

"You and Frieza only know that collecting all seven Dragon Balls grants a wish," Zoro asked with a smile, spreading his hands in front of him. "But do you know how to make a wish come true? Tell the seven Dragon Balls your wish?"

"Isn't that right?!" Vegeta's face stiffened, and his lips twitched.

"I'm afraid you and Frieza don't even know what a dragon is, do you?" Solo chuckled and tilted his head.

"Shenlong?" Vegeta exclaimed in surprise, his eyes filled with confusion.

"To collect all seven Dragon Balls, you need to summon Shenron to make a wish," Zoro continued, tapping his finger twice in the air. "If I'm not mistaken, to summon Shenron from the Namekian Dragon Balls, you need to use Namekian."

"What—what did you say?" Vegeta was startled again, his pupils shrinking sharply. "You actually need Shenron and Namekian language?"

"Am I right, Dandy?" Solo smiled, turned to look at Dandy, and tilted his chin slightly toward the child.

"Yes!" Dandy nodded, his gaze serious. "And you need to use Namekian to make a wish; you can't make a wish using the universal language."

"So I said you can't have your wish granted, am I right?" Solo chuckled softly, spreading his hands at his sides.

Vegeta fell silent.

Because what Solo said makes a lot of sense.

Even if you collect all seven Dragon Balls, it would probably be very difficult to make a wish.

Moreover, these Namekians are quite stubborn.

Vegeta's gaze swept over Dende before shifting to the distance.

Even if you arrest them and threaten them, they might not be able to grant your wish.

"Now here's the problem!" Solo's expression turned serious, the smile on his lips disappeared, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"What's the problem?" Vegeta asked quickly, leaning forward slightly and staring intently at Solo.

"I'm only giving you one chance," Soro said calmly, pointing his index finger in Vegeta's direction. "Think carefully about your wish! Understand?"

"One chance?" Vegeta was a little confused.

"Simply put, think about what you want to wish for first," Solo said with a smile, crossing his arms. "When the dragon comes out later, you say your wish, and then Dandy will translate it for you."

"Got it!" Vegeta felt a surge of anticipation, clenched his fists in front of him, and his eyes lit up.

The fact that Solo said that proves he really wanted to give me this wish.

Vegeta's gaze softened for a moment.

Now it remains to be seen whether Kakarot and his friends can successfully bring the Dragon Balls back.

"Should I go pick up Kakarot and the others?" Vegeta felt like every day was an eternity, his butt felt like it was stuck in a nail, and he paced back and forth in place, getting impatient.

"No need to rush." ​​Solo smiled, gazing at the distant sky. "They've already headed back."

"Can't you sense presence too?"

Vegeta's pupils contracted slightly as he immediately realized what was happening.

He closed his eyes, released his senses, and his consciousness spread outward like a net.

Sure enough, the auras of Kakarot and his two companions were rapidly approaching from afar, growing closer and clearer.

Less than a minute had passed.

"Snapped!"

Sun Wukong and his friends descended from the sky with the Dragon Balls, landing on their feet next to Zoro and the others.

Each person held several orange-yellow spheres in their arms, heavy and gleaming faintly in the dim light.

"The Dragon Balls are all here!" Krillin exclaimed excitedly, his eyes shining and a wide smile spreading across his face. "This is fantastic!"

"Frieza didn't notice us!" Goku chuckled, put the Dragon Balls in his arms on the ground, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Hurry up and make a wish!" Solo called out, tossing away the chicken leg in his hand.

He stood up, brushed the debris off his clothes, and gave instructions.

"Let's put the Dragon Balls in an open space first!" Dandy suggested, pointing to an open area outside the cave entrance.

Then, everyone bent down and picked up the seven Dragon Balls one by one, carrying them to the open space outside.

Seven orange-yellow spheres lay quietly in the dim light of the day, arranged randomly.

"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly!" Krillin rubbed his hands together excitedly, his fingers kneading each other, a grin spreading from his lips to his ears. "Great! The dumplings can be brought back to life!"

"Yes." Sun Wukong nodded happily, put his hands on his hips, and looked at the dragon balls.

"Let's begin!" Krillin took a deep breath and shouted at the seven Dragon Balls, "Shenron, come forth and grant our wishes!"

Then there is no more then.

The seven Dragon Balls lay quietly on the ground, without any reaction.

There was no light, no vibration, not even a breeze.

Dandy: "————"

Dandy silently wiped his sweat, his fingers running down his forehead.

Vegeta also fell silent, his gaze shifting from the Dragon Balls to Dende, then to Zoro.

Is summoning Shenron in Dragon Ball on Earth really that simple?

It seems that Zoro and the Namekian were right; the Dragon Balls here do indeed require Namekian language to summon.

"The Namekian dragon needs Namekian language." Dende chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his finger on his nose. "I'll do it."

"Huh?" Krillin exclaimed, his eyes widening in realization. "We need Namekian!"

He paused, then asked, "And when making a wish, do we need to use Namekian as well?"

"Yes." Dandy nodded, his gaze serious.

"Actually, you could have just given the Dragon Balls to Frieza," Krillin exclaimed, spreading his hands. "That way you wouldn't have to die! Even if Frieza collected all the Dragon Balls, he probably wouldn't know how to make a wish, right?"

"The Dragon Balls are sacred objects of us Namekians!" Dende clenched his fists tightly, his face flushed with excitement, his voice rising, "We will never easily hand them over to those villains, even if it means death!"

Vegeta stood to the side, trembling with rage, his body shaking like a leaf, his mouth twitching.

Can you guys please stop chatting?

Hurry up and make a wish!

His fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

After that, Dandy stopped talking nonsense.

He stood in front of the seven Dragon Balls, took a deep breath, clasped his hands together in front of him, closed his eyes, and moved his lips to summon Shenron in Namek.

The hoarse, ancient syllables that came out of his mouth sounded like an old ballad.

"Snapped!"

The seven Dragon Balls suddenly burst into golden light.

The light emanated from inside the sphere, growing brighter and more dazzling, turning the surrounding blue lawn golden.

The next moment, a dazzling golden light shot into the sky, like a golden pillar piercing the clouds.

The beam of light tore through the sky, and the clouds churned in all directions.

With the birth of this golden light, the entire planet Namek instantly turned pitch black.

The light of the three suns was completely obscured, the sky turned deep black, and starlight twinkled overhead.

In an instant, the golden light transformed into a giant green dragon.

The enormous dragon hovered high in the sky, blotting out the sun.

It was plump all over, with a round belly, short and thick limbs, and eyes that shone with a red light.

It was the divine dragon Balunga.

"The one who has collected all the Dragon Balls," Polunga's voice slowly rose, deep and resonant, like muffled thunder rumbling from the earth, "tell me your wish! I can grant you three wishes if I can!"

"My first wish," Solo called to Dandy, "is to bring Dumpling back to life on Earth."

"Yes." Dandy nodded and quickly translated into Namekian.

"No problem," Polunga replied, a glint of light flashing in his pupils, his red eyes gleaming.

He paused.

"He has risen from the dead! State your second wish."

"My second wish," Zoro asked with a smile, arms crossed, "is for all Saiyans to have the ability to survive in outer space!"

Dandy immediately translated, and Namekian flowed fluently from his mouth.

"No problem!" Polunga readily agreed, his voice light and cheerful.

His pupils flashed again, the red light intensifying.

One of the streaks of light shot out from the dragon's body, quickly dispersing in the air and transforming into countless tiny points of light.

The light fell like raindrops, covering Zoro, Goku, Vegeta, and Gohan.

Solo clearly felt a strange change in his body.

My skin tightened slightly, my breathing rhythm changed, and I felt a vague, indescribable sense of clarity in my chest.

This change made Solo feel that he should now have the ability to survive in outer space.