Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

“No, that’s not my wish.” Solo laughed and waved his hands in front of him. “I just wanted to have a simple chat with you guys, don’t worry about the details.”

The two dragons fell silent again, their gazes shifting elsewhere.

Who wants to chat with you here?

“Polunga,” the elder spoke, his voice not loud, but every word clear, “Mr. Solo has been kind to us Namekians. If you have nothing else to do, please feel free to chat.”

"Alright." Seeing that the Grand Elder had said so, Bolunjia simply nodded slightly, his huge head bobbing up and down.

“Polunga,” Solo asked, his gaze fixed on Pollunga’s red eyes, “I heard you can resurrect people who have died twice, is that right?”

“Yes.” Porunga nodded, his voice low. “The last time you made a wish, you resurrected Dumpling, who had died twice.”

“Earth’s dragons cannot resurrect someone who has died twice,” Solo mused, tapping his chin with his finger. “In that respect, they are slightly inferior.”

The Earth's dragon hovered in the air, its red eyes flashing, its face filled with helplessness.

“Alright then!” Solo made his decision, clapping his hands in front of him. “I’ll make a wish to Porunga first!”

His gaze fell on Borunga.

"My first wish is for the souls of all the Namekians who died on Namek to be transferred to Earth!"

“Okay, this wish is fine,” Borunga replied calmly.

As he spoke, a light flashed in Porunga's eyes.

Red light surged from the pupils, like two bright lamps lighting up in the darkness, then transformed into countless tiny specks of light and dissipated into the air.

"Huh? Solo, why transfer their souls to Earth?" Krillin asked curiously, tilting his head. "Wouldn't it be better to just resurrect them?"

"You'd better use your brain, Klin."

Before Soro could answer, Bulma couldn't help but scold Krillin, hands on her hips, her brows slightly furrowed.

"What do you mean?" Klin didn't understand and blinked twice.

“Namek has already exploded,” Bulma replied, pointing towards the sky. “The Namekians probably couldn’t survive in space either, right? If they were resurrected in space, they would die instantly!”

"Oh, I see!" Klin exclaimed in realization, touching his bald head.

"Your first wish has been granted!" Borunga's voice rang out, deep and slow.

“My second wish,” Solo said, looking directly at Porunga, “is to resurrect these Namekians.”

Borunga remained silent for a moment, a subtle expression flashing across his dragon face.

I have a feeling you did this on purpose!

“I’m sorry, I can only resurrect one person at a time,” Porunga replied expressionlessly, his red eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Only one person can be resurrected at a time?" Solo's face showed a hint of disappointment, and his brows furrowed slightly. "That won't do. You need to improve it! Earth's dragon can resurrect many people at once!"

Upon hearing Solo's words, the Earth's dragon immediately showed excitement, its eyes lit up, and its whiskers twitched.

“That’s right, that’s exactly it,” the Earth’s dragon said, a hint of smugness in its voice.

“Then… my second wish can only be granted by the Earth’s dragon!” Solo mused, turning his gaze to the Earth’s dragon.

"No problem!" Shenlong replied cheerfully.

Its eyes gleamed, and a red light surged from its pupils, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread outwards.

In an instant, all the Namekians who had been killed on Namek were resurrected in the courtyard.

After the light faded, more than thirty people appeared on the blue lawn.

Some of them were standing, some were sitting, and some were still in the posture they had before they died: their hands were clasped in front of them, their eyes were closed, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

This includes Elder Mullie who died, Dandy's friend, and the other Namekians who were adults.

In addition, there are Namekians from the village that Frieza previously plundered.

There are at least thirty Namekians who have been resurrected.

The Namekians who had just been resurrected were stunned at first. They opened their eyes and scanned the unfamiliar surroundings.

They immediately stepped forward to pay their respects to the elder, clasping their hands together in front of them and bowing.

"Your wish has been granted. Goodbye." After saying this, the dragon's enormous body quickly dissipated.

The emerald scales transformed into countless points of light, dancing in the sky like fireflies before slowly falling.

The seven Dragon Balls instantly turned into gray stones, which were launched into the air and shot up into the sky, scattering all over the world and drawing seven parabolas in the sky.

It seems that Shenlong felt that if he stayed any longer, he would definitely be pulled into idle chatter by Solo.

I have nothing to talk to you about.

The sky remained dark.

After all, there was still one dragon left on site.

Borunga hung in the night sky, its deep green body radiating golden light in the darkness, like a giant lantern.

Looking at the vanished Earth Dragon, Porunga silently stared for a few seconds without saying a word.

The red eyes reflected the starlight in the distant sky.

"My third wish," Solo said, looking up at Porunga, "is to bring Yamcha back to life."

“Okay, no problem,” Porunga replied, his eyes gleaming.

"My fourth wish," Solo said calmly, "to revive Tien Shinhan."

“Alright, this wish can be granted.” Porunga nodded again, and red light surged from his pupils.

It paused.

"Your wishes have all come true, goodbye!"

After Borunga finished speaking, his enormous body quickly dissipated, turning into countless golden specks of light.

The light exploded like fireworks, then slowly fell.

However, the seven Namekian Dragon Balls did not fly to various parts of the world, but instead fell directly from the sky and landed on the blue lawn with a few muffled thuds.

The gray sphere lay quietly on the grass, its surface devoid of any luster.

"Thank you, Elder." Bulma quickly stepped forward to express her gratitude, clasping her hands together in front of her. "You've granted us all our wishes this time."

"You're welcome." The elder smiled slightly, a gentle curve forming at the corners of his mouth, a hint of kindness in his cloudy eyes. "We'll save it for next time."

Soro stayed at Bulma's house that day and had a good meal.

The restaurant tables were laden with all sorts of dishes.

Grilled meat, stews, salads, soups, fruits, desserts... all steaming hot and fragrant.

The plates were stacked one on top of the other, almost covering the entire table.

The food in Adelaide is really mediocre; it's not even as good as the food on the planet Arantis.

If Bulma hadn't given Solo a lot of pre-made food capsules last time, Solo really wouldn't have been able to stay in Yardrat for so long.

The food there was bland and tasteless, like chewing wax.

Fortunately, before he finished eating all the pre-made food, Solo learned how to teleport and was able to return to Earth immediately.

Actually, seeing the two dragons was just a side effect.

Solo's main goal was to come back and enjoy the food.

He picked up a piece of braised pork, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes, and chewed slowly.

The aroma of meat explodes in your mouth, bursting with juice.

He let out a long breath, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Not long after they ate, Tianjin Rice, Leping, and Dumplings also returned from the underworld.

Three figures descended from the sky, their feet landing on the blue lawn.

Tien Shinhan's bald head gleamed in the sunlight, Yamcha's hair was slightly disheveled by the wind, and Chiaotzu floated beside Tien Shinhan with a slight smile on his face.

The three of them quickly arrived at Bulma's house.

"Le Ping, Tianjin rice, dumplings!" Klin hurriedly stepped forward to greet them excitedly, a big smile spreading across his face as he waved his hands in front of him.

"Krillin, long time no see!" Tien Shinhan smiled slightly and reached out to pat Krillin on the shoulder.

"Krillin, thank you so much," Yamcha said gratefully, his eyes sincere. "You even went to Namek."

Although the dumpling didn't say anything, its eyes were full of gratitude, and the corners of its mouth curved into a slight smile.

"These are things I should do." Klin laughed, looking nonchalant, and waved his hands twice in front of him. "If I were dead, I believe you would do the same."

"This...this must be Zoro." Tien Shinhan quickly stepped forward to greet Zoro, bowing slightly with his hands hanging at his sides.

"It's nothing," Solo waved his hand, eating as he spoke, still chewing on some meat. "It was just a small favor."

"He really is a cheerful person!" Tien Shinhan smiled and straightened up.

"Solo, thank you very much!" Yamcha also bowed deeply to Solo, bending so low that his forehead almost touched his knees.

"Thank you!" Dumpling bowed in return, pressing her hands together in front of her.

"Let's eat something," Bulma said, gesturing towards the three of them. "You must be hungry."

"Now that you mention it, I am indeed a little hungry!" Le Ping nodded, his gaze falling on the table full of dishes, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"We won't stand on ceremony!" Tien Shinhan said with a smile, walking to the table and sitting down.

Afterwards, the Tianjin-style rice and dumplings were also enjoyed at the restaurant.

Le Ping grabbed a chicken leg and ate it in big bites, while Tianjin Fan picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth.

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Dumplings sipped their soup in small bites.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

The noise in the restaurant gradually subsided, leaving only the clatter of bowls and chopsticks and occasional laughter.

"Zoro, what are your plans next?" Bulma tilted her head and asked, looking at Soro.

“Now that things here are settled,” Solo replied matter-of-factly, putting down his chopsticks. “Of course, it’s time to return to Planet Arantis. After all, that’s my home.”