Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

Chapter 78 You are not, you are not, you are not

"What?" Vegeta was taken aback, giving Soro a deep look, his pupils reflecting the white figure. "You actually made that wish?"

There was a hint of surprise in his voice.

Vegeta also felt some small changes in his body, a warm current rising in his chest, and a wave of emotion washing over him.

Does that mean I can also have the ability to survive in outer space?

Very good!

Vegeta's lips curled up slightly.

Solo is such a good guy!

His gaze lingered on Solo for a second.

Once I, Vegeta, become the legendary Super Saiyan, I will be able to rule the entire universe.

Considering how good Solo is, I can reluctantly take him on as my underling.

Vegeta clenched his fists in front of him.

"Speak your third wish," Polunga's voice rang out again, low and slow.

"Your turn, Vegeta." Soro smiled at Vegeta, tilting his chin slightly towards Shenron.

Yegita felt a tightness in her chest, her heart pounding wildly.

His heart finally settled down, and his shoulders relaxed a little.

Sure enough, Solo granted me one of his wishes!

"My wish is—" Vegeta's voice trembled with excitement, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, "to become the legendary Super Saiyan!"

Dende immediately translated Vegeta's wish into Namekian and told it to the dragon Porunga.

The child's voice was clear and crisp, and every syllable was pronounced accurately.

Bolunga remained silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry," Porunga said, looking at Vegeta with a completely emotionless gaze in his red eyes, "your wish cannot be granted!"

"What—what did you say?" Vegeta froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, his mouth opened wide, and his jaw almost dropped.

He looked up at the chubby dragon with a bewildered expression, his gaze sweeping back and forth across Polunga's face twice.

What does that mean?

Why can't my wish come true?

The first two wishes have been fulfilled perfectly, haven't they?

Vegeta's mind raced.

Is it that guy Solo who's up to his old tricks?

Not like.

He quickly dismissed the idea in his mind.

Solo had absolutely no need to resort to these underhanded tactics.

He is perfectly capable of killing me!

But he insisted that I participate in making a wish.

"The legendary Super Saiyan is born only once every 1000 years," Borunga stated truthfully, his voice low and slow. "You are not, and cannot become, that legendary Super Saiyan!"

Vegeta was struck as if by lightning.

His body froze in place, like a stone statue.

You are not—you are not—you are not—

These three words floated into Vegeta's mind like a ghost, swirling around in his head, and like a heavy hammer, firmly fixing him inside.

His pupils were unfocused, his lips trembled, and his fingers shook slightly.

Am I not the legendary Super Saiyan?

Vegeta's mind went blank.

Why is this happening?

I am clearly the most talented Saiyan of this generation!

His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, and the veins on his arms bulged out.

If I'm not the legendary Super Saiyan, then who am I?

"Who is it?" Vegeta's body trembled violently, from his shoulders to his toes. His face was extremely pale, turning from ashen to deathly white, then to a sallow yellow. "Who is the legendary Super Saiyan?"

His voice was hoarse and rapid, like a trapped beast cornered in a desperate situation.

Dandy immediately began translating as well, quickly uttering Namekian from his mouth.

Solo:

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Solo's lips twitched, his eyes widened, and his gaze fell on Dandy.

Why are you even translating this sentence?

What an honest child!

Isn't that a waste of your hopes?

"Is this your wish?" Polunga asked first, his red eyes turning to Dandy, then to Solo.

"No!" Solo quickly replied, raising his voice and waving his hands in front of him.

"Zoro—" Vegeta gritted his teeth, his eyes red and trembling, "You said you'd give me your third wish! I want to know who the legendary Super Saiyan is!"

"What is the legendary Super Saiyan?" Goku scratched his head, looking confused, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Zoro and Vegeta. "What are you talking about, Vegeta?"

"Bang!"

Solo kicked out with a sudden force, his foot landing on Vegeta's waist.

The force exploded from the point of impact, producing a dull thud.

Vegeta's body flew out like a thrown stone and then crashed heavily to the ground.

Poor Vegeta lay face down on the ground, his mouth full of dirt, which covered his cheeks and lips.

"You—" Vegeta was both shocked and furious. He pushed himself up from the ground, his eyes blazing with fire and dirt still clinging to his lips.

"Vegeta," Solo reprimanded coldly, hands on his hips, chin held high, "You think I'm easy to talk to? I'm trying to talk to you nicely, are you?"

Vegeta fell silent, lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the ground, and dug his fingers into the soil.

The main reason is that I was really hard to accept being hit by the dragon just now.

The fact that he wasn't the legendary Super Saiyan left Vegeta utterly devastated.

"I said I'd grant you one wish," Solo scoffed, berating Vegeta. "And I also agreed you could only wish for one thing. Now that your wish can't be granted, it just means you're unlucky."

Vegeta looked up at Soro, his gaze carrying a complex expression.

He gritted his teeth and slowly got up from the ground, his movements slow and heavy.

"You want to ask about the legendary Super Saiyan?" Zoro chuckled, arms crossed. "Ask me, why ask Shenron? That's a waste of your wish."

"Ask you?" Vegeta was taken aback, staring blankly at Zoro, his eyes wide. "You—you know about Super Saiyans?"

"Divine Dragon." Solo smiled and looked up at the divine dragon Polunga, a smile playing on his lips. "You don't have to grant my wish. I'm just expressing my opinion. If you think I'm right, nod; if I'm wrong, shake your head."

Bolunga: "————"

Bolunga's red eyes blinked, their light flickering slightly.

"Polunga," Dende chimed in, clasping his hands together in front of him, his voice sincere, "This Mr. Solo has saved many Namekians. Could you grant this request?"

"Okay." Polunga nodded, its huge head bobbing up and down, its red eyes softening slightly. "Go ahead and say it; this doesn't count as making a wish."

"Just as Shenron said," Soro said, stroking his chin and tracing his fingers along it, lost in thought for a moment. "The legendary Super Saiyan is born only once every 1000 years. This person's name—let me think."

His gaze deepened, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Is his name Broly?"

After Solo finished speaking, the scene fell silent for a few seconds.

Vegeta stood there, his brows furrowed in a deep frown, his gaze darting back and forth between Zoro and Shenron.

"Broly?" Vegeta was taken aback, his pupils contracting slightly.

That is indeed a Saiyan's name.

Why have I never heard of this person?

His lips moved slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

I looked up and saw the light shining on the giant green dragon suspended high in the sky.

Bolunga blinked its red eyes, and its huge head slowly nodded, the movement heavy and slow.

Vegeta looked bewildered, his face growing increasingly grim.

Broly?

Is he the legendary Super Saiyan?

"Broly?" Vegeta's voice was low, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat. "Who is he? Why don't I know him?"

"Broly was born in the same year as you." Solo smiled calmly, crossing his arms. "When he was born, his fighting power was so great that your father was extremely wary of him, so he banished him to the planet Wampa on the edge of the universe."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The Broly that Soro is referring to is the Broly from the Dragon Ball Super version, not the older version.

The old version of Broly was born in the same year as Goku, and had a violent personality, making him not very likable.

The new version of Broly is different; his personality is the same as Sun Wukong's—innocent and kind-hearted.

"What—what did you say?" Vegeta was stunned, his mouth agape, his eyes wide, and his jaw almost dropped.

Is this even possible?

How come I had no idea?

Vegeta's mind was in chaos, with all sorts of thoughts swirling wildly.

"Is this Broly still alive?" Sun Wukong asked curiously, tilting his head and looking at Zoro.

"He should still be alive," Solo said with a slight smile, a confident curve to his lips. "Otherwise, the dragon wouldn't have nodded."

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Bolunga hovered high in the sky, its red eyes blinking, its enormous body swaying slightly.

This young man is so clever; he's got me all wrapped up in a matryoshka doll.

"Are the legendary Super Saiyans really that powerful?" Krillin asked, scratching his bald head.

"It's said that the legendary Super Saiyan was the person Frieza feared most!" Zoro explained simply, tapping his finger lightly in the air. "Frieza destroyed Planet Vegeta, the Saiyan planet, precisely because he feared the legendary Super Saiyan!"

"Huh?" Sun Wukong clicked his tongue in amazement, his eyes lighting up. "Wow, that's amazing!"

He paused, frowned, and his lips turned down slightly.

"I never imagined that Frieza would be the one to destroy Planet Vegeta."

"You—you knew everything?" Vegeta stared blankly at Solo, his gaze filled with a complex emotion.

"It's no secret," Solo chuckled, shrugging. "I've known for a long time."

Vegeta fell silent.

That wretched Dodoria! I thought he was talking about some deepest secret.

Solo already knew.

Vegeta clenched his fist.

Dodoria, you bastard, I want to kill you again!

"Alright." Solo smiled, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "The legendary Super Saiyan has been discussed."

Vegeta lowered his head, resting his chin on his chest, his face pale and his lips trembling slightly.

That's it, it's over.

I'll probably never be able to surpass Solo in this lifetime.

"Now let's talk about ordinary Super Saiyans." Solo smiled calmly, his tone nonchalant.

Upon hearing Soro's words, Vegeta's heart, which had sunk to the bottom, suddenly rose again, as if he had been pulled up from the bottom of the water.

Vegeta felt like he was back to normal.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes brightening again.

Why are there ordinary Super Saiyans?

How did Solo find out all this?

"An ordinary Super Saiyan?" Vegeta's pupils contracted slightly, and his body leaned forward slightly.

"While ordinary Super Saiyans aren't as strong as the legendary ones," Zoro said with a smile, "defeating Frieza shouldn't be a problem."

He paused, then tapped his temple with his finger.

"Simply put, a regular Super Saiyan is a transformation. When your S-cells accumulate to a certain level, and you experience intense emotional fluctuations, you can transform into a regular Super Saiyan. Am I right? Shenron!"

Bolunga hovered high in the sky, its enormous head nodding slowly again, the movement a little lighter than before.

Vegeta froze, his body stiffening on the spot.

Solo even knows such a secret?

Vegeta felt like he had been proven wrong so quickly.

I was thinking of hiding the fact that he knew about Super Saiyans from him, but it turns out he knows more than I do.

Doesn't that sting?

Vegeta's lips twitched, and his entire face contorted slightly.

"What is an S cell?" Sun Wukong scratched his head, asking curiously, his eyes full of confusion.

Vegeta also perked up his ears, tilted his body slightly to the side, and even softened his breathing.

Solo stepped forward, walked to Sun Wukong's side, leaned close to his ear, and whispered a few words.

"Hahaha!" Sun Wukong laughed heartily, a wide smile spreading across his face, his eyes gleaming. "So that's how it is! I understand, I understand!"

His gaze shifted to Vegeta, lingering on Vegeta's face for a second.

Vegeta: "————"

Vegeta's face instantly darkened, the veins on his forehead bulged slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

I'd like to hear it too, could you tell me about it?

"Beg me." Solo looked at Vegeta with a smile, tilted his head, and a hint of amusement in the curve of his lips. "Beg me, and I'll tell you."

Vegeta clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his arms bulging, and his body trembled violently.

However, at this point, Vegeta has no other choice but to seek help from Solo.

For the sake of becoming a Super Saiyan, I, Vegeta, will endure it.

"Please—please!" Vegeta cried out through gritted teeth, each word like a stone rolling out of his throat, unwilling to give up.

His body trembled more and more violently, and his chest heaved violently.

A mix of complex emotions welled up inside me, churning within my chest.

Unfortunately, Vegeta had too few S cells.

If he had enough S cells like Sun Wukong, he might have become a Super Saiyan by now.

No, no, that's not right.

Solo quickly dismissed his own idea, his eyes darting around.

Even if Vegeta had enough S cells, he still couldn't become a Super Saiyan.

Because his combat effectiveness is below standard.

To become a Super Saiyan, you need a power level of at least 100 million.

"It's not really that difficult," Solo smiled slightly, crossed his arms, and raised his chin slightly. "The so-called S-cells just require you to have a peaceful mind."

He paused, his gaze becoming distant.

"Do you know how I lived on that planet all these years? That's called enjoying life and cultivating a peaceful mind in advance—so now, if I wanted to change, I should be able to easily become a Super Saiyan."

"A peaceful heart?" Vegeta's pupils contracted slightly.

How come I didn't know such a thing existed?

Vegeta's mind began to replay his experiences over the years.

Battle, killing, anger, hatred.

Every frame of the video is far from peaceful.

"Divine Dragon, am I right?" Solo looked up and asked the divine dragon, Poronga.

Bolunga hovered high in the sky, its enormous body pausing slightly.

I'm still waiting for you to fulfill my third wish!

You've been chatting for so long, hurry up and tell me your third wish.

Polunga could only nod helplessly, admitting that Solo was right.

"There's one more crucial condition to becoming a Super Saiyan," Soro emphasized again, holding up his index finger, "and that is, your power level must be at least 100 million."

"What—what did you say?" Vegeta exclaimed in astonishment, his voice rising, "A power level of 100 million?"

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"Shenlong," Solo smiled, looking up at Poronga, "Please grant me my third wish. My third wish is to transfer all the Namekians to Earth!"

Dandy stood to the side, his lips parted, just about to translate.

"Hey!" Klin suddenly spoke up, interrupting Dandy, his voice urgent, "Count me in! I'm not really of much use here!"

His hands were flailing in front of him, his face was pale, and fine beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

"Kling," Solo patted Kling on the shoulder, tapping his shoulder twice, "You'll definitely be of great use if you stay."

"No, no!" Krillin waved his hands frantically, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "My fighting power is too low. I had a dream when I passed out, and I dreamt that Frieza beat me to a pulp."

Solo: "————"

Solo's lips twitched, and his gaze lingered on Klin's face for a second.

You can dream about this?

What a strong will to survive!

"Let Gohan and Krillin leave," Goku suggested, his gaze sweeping over Krillin and Gohan.

"Dad—" Gohan's expression was resolute, his fists clenched in front of him, "I want to fight alongside you!"

Despite saying that, Son Gohan was still so frightened that he trembled slightly, and his calves shook a little.

After all, the opponent is Frieza, the emperor of the universe, with a combat power of over 100 million.

"No need, Gohan." Goku's voice was deep as he reached out and patted Gohan on the back. "Frieza is too strong. Even I'm not confident I can defeat him. If Dad dies in battle, you'll need to go find the Dragon Balls again to revive him."

"I—I understand," Gohan said in a deep voice, his eyes slightly reddening. "Dad, please don't die."

"In that case, let's add Krillin and Gohan." Zoro nodded in agreement, his gaze sweeping over the two of them.

But if that happens, Goku probably won't be able to transform into a Super Saiyan, right?

I have no choice but to take matters into my own hands.

Solo's lips curled up slightly, then quickly disappeared.

Dandy immediately provided the translation, and Namekian flowed fluently from his mouth.

"Okay." Bolunga let out a long sigh of relief, his voice carrying a hint of relief. "My third wish is for all Namekians, as well as Gohan and Krillin, to be transferred to Earth."

You guys finally said it.

"Buzz"

A mysterious light flickered in Polunga's eyes, and the red light shone brightly, like two bright lamps shining in the darkness.

The light quickly spread from the dragon's body, turning into countless tiny specks of light that danced in the air like fireflies.

The light covered Krillin, Gohan, and Dende, enveloping their entire bodies.

"Whoosh!"

The three of them vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving not a trace.

Where they had stood, only a few trampled blue blades of grass remained.

"Your wishes have been fulfilled," Polunga's voice rang out again, low and slow. "Farewell!"

After saying this, Bolunga's enormous figure vanished in an instant.

Its green body transformed into countless points of light, exploding like fireworks before slowly scattering away.

The golden light faded, the sky brightened again, and the rays of the three suns shone down once more, illuminating the blue lawn.

The seven Dragon Balls, which had turned to stone, shot up from the ground, soaring into the sky and heading towards the vast starry sky.

Seven gray streaks of light traced seven parabolas across the sky, rising higher and farther until they disappeared into the green canopy.

While Solo and the others were making their wish.

On the other side of Namek, at the residence of the Grand Elder.

Bick and Naru are still discussing whether or not to assimilate.

The two stood face to face in the white doorway, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

Bick genuinely doesn't want to be assimilated.

Neru was also hesitant.

A final decision has not yet been reached.

Suddenly, an invisible force surged from the void and quickly enveloped Piccolo, Naru, and the Grand Elder.

The force was gentle yet irresistible, like an invisible giant hand gently holding the three of them.

"Whoosh!"

The three of them vanished in an instant, leaving not even a tremor in the air.

The white room became empty.

By the time Piccolo realized what was happening, he found himself on a different map.

His feet were on the soft grass, and the sun shone down from above, warm and comforting.

A familiar scent filled the air.

"Where am I?" Piccolo stared blankly around, his pupils slightly contracting.

Besides Piccolo and his two companions, there were also the Namekians from the village that Zoro and Vegeta had visited before.

Several Namekians supported each other, their eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.

Yes, there are also Gohan, Krillin, and Dende.

Klin squatted on the ground, hands on his knees, panting heavily.

Son Gohan stood beside him, his little face filled with surprise.

Dandy huddled behind Klin, her little hands clutching the hem of his clothes.

"Everyone," the Grand Elder spoke, his voice low and slow, his cloudy eyes sweeping over the crowd, "This is Earth."

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"What—what did you say?" Piccolo was struck dumb, his eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and his mouth twitched violently.

A moment of silence followed.