Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

"My fighting power is one billion." Solo's face lit up with a bright smile, a confident arc spreading across his lips.

Bulma stopped moving, her fingers frozen on Solo's wrist.

Her eyes widened, her pupils reflecting Solo's smiling face, her mouth slightly agape, completely stunned.

A brief period of stagnation.

"A billion?" Bulma's beautiful eyes widened in astonishment, her jaw nearly dropping.

“Not bad.” Solo nodded, glancing down at his wrist that was being held. “Let go, you’re hurting me.”

Bulma paused for a moment, looked down at her hands, then looked up at Solo, and her lips twitched.

You have a combat power of 1 billion, and I just grabbed your hand and shook it. How did that hurt you?

"Cough cough..." Bulma coughed twice, released her hand, and twisted her fingers together in front of her. "Really?"

"It doesn't actually hurt, I was just teasing you." Solo smiled and tilted his head.

Bulma touched her forehead with her hand, making a soft thud.

She shouted angrily, her voice rising: "I'm talking about your fighting power! Of course I know you don't feel pain! Even if your fighting power is only three hundred, let alone a billion, I still wouldn't be able to hurt you."

“That seems to make sense.” Solo nodded thoughtfully, tapping his chin twice with his finger.

“Solo.” Bulma stepped forward, clasped her hands together in front of her, her eyes sparkling. “Could you take me to meet Frieza’s brother and father? I want to see what the Emperor of the Universe’s brother and father look like.”

“Alright, let’s go take a look.” Solo didn’t object.

Bulma casually pulled out a magic capsule, pressed it with her thumb, and threw it into the open space.

"Snapped!"

A burst of white smoke appeared, and a jet helicopter emerged onto the lawn.

Solo followed Bulma onto the helicopter and bent down to crawl into the cabin.

The two sat side by side on the chairs.

The rotor began to spin, faster and faster, emitting a buzzing roar.

The helicopter took off, ascended into the air, and flew rapidly toward the area where Gula and the Kurds were about to land.

The city outside the window shrank beneath my feet, and the streets became thin lines.

“Look, Solo.” Bulma pointed in that direction. “That’s Yamcha.”

Solo looked in the direction she was pointing.

Le Ping was standing on a wasteland, looking up at the sky, his hair disheveled by the wind.

His hands hung at his sides, his body trembling slightly, clearly sensing the powerful aura.

Solo nodded slightly.

“Let’s go down too,” Bulma said, then slowly lowered the helicopter to its final destination.

The airflow generated by the rotors sent dust flying everywhere.

Solo and Bulma disembarked from the plane on opposite sides.

"Bulma? What are you doing here?" Yamcha exclaimed in surprise when he saw Bulma, his eyes widening.

“Of course I came to see what Frieza’s brother and father look like!” Bulma replied with a smile, hands on her hips.

"Look at them?" Le Ping scolded impatiently. "Don't you know how dangerous that is?"

"What are you afraid of?" Bulma said, stepping forward and taking Solo's arm, wrapping her arms around his. "Isn't Solo here? He'll protect me!"

"Solo?" Yamcha immediately looked at Solo, his gaze landing on Solo's face, and said excitedly, "You're on Earth too! That's great! You said that Frieza's brother and father are here?"

“Yes.” Solo nodded.

"Are you confident?" Le Ping asked quickly.

"Don't worry." Bulma chuckled, tilting her head towards Solo and resting it on his shoulder. "Solo is at least twice as strong as them."

"You...you two aren't already together, are you?" Yamcha asked with a hint of envy, his gaze shifting back and forth between Soro and Bulma.

"None of your business, stop talking nonsense!" Bulma snorted, raising her chin slightly.

"Don't misunderstand..." Le Ping hurriedly replied, waving his hands in front of him, "If you really get together with Solo, I will sincerely wish you both well!"

"That's good!" Bulma nodded, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Finally, you won't have to bother me anymore!"

Le Ping: "..."

As they were talking, two figures descended from the sky.

Tien Shinhan's bald head gleamed in the sunlight, with dumplings floating beside him, and a hint of nervousness on his small face.

"It's Tianjin rice!" Le Ping exclaimed in surprise, a smile spreading across his face.

"Zoro?" Tien Shinhan breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing Zoro, his shoulders relaxing. "You're here too? That's great, we can rest easy now!"

"Don't expect me to do everything," Solo said sternly, his brow furrowing slightly. "Occasionally, you should also go and fight."

Tianjin Fan silently wiped his sweat, his fingers running down his forehead, speechless for a moment.

At that moment, a green figure flew swiftly from afar, its cloak fluttering behind it.

Piccolo landed on the ground with his feet on the ground, arms crossed, his gaze sweeping over the people present.

"It's Piccolo! Long time no see!" Yamcha greeted him with a smile, waving his hand in Piccolo's direction.

Piccolo completely ignored Yamcha, his gaze passing over him and landing on Solo.

"What is it?" Solo asked casually, tilting his head.

"Zoro, why hasn't Goku come back yet?" Piccolo asked, frowning.

"He's still learning teleportation. He probably hasn't mastered it yet. He'll come back once he does." Solo chuckled, crossing his arms.

"How is it?" Piccolo asked in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on Solo. "Are you confident?"

“They shouldn’t have come to Earth.” Solo chuckled, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips. “To me, they’re nothing but two ants.”

Bick nodded slightly, secretly relieved, and stepped back to the side.

Before they had exchanged more than a few words, two figures fell from the sky.

Krillin's bald head gleamed in the sunlight, with Gohan following behind him, a hint of nervousness on his face.

Before the two could even greet each other.

"They're here!" Bick roared in a deep voice.

Upon closer inspection, everyone indeed discovered a large spaceship appearing in the blue sky.

The spaceship pierced through the clouds, leaving a long contrail in the sky, and headed towards a distant wasteland.

"Zoro, it seems we can only rely on you until Goku returns!" Krillin hurriedly stepped forward and clasped his hands together in front of him.

Solo smiled and ignored Klin.

After all, in Solo's view, if nothing unexpected happens, Trunks should arrive in this era.

Then, Trunks will cleave Frieza's brother in two with a single sword strike.

However, it remains to be seen whether Trunks will be able to defeat Cooler after arriving in this era.

You still say it's not a big problem?

At this time, Trunks' combat power had exceeded 500 million.

Sun Wukong's basic combat power has already reached at least ten million.

After Sun Wukong transforms into a Super Saiyan, his fighting power becomes 500 million.

Solo's current base combat strength is only two million.

The main reason is that he wasn't as diligent as Goku and Vegeta.

After all, with the system's bonuses, basic combat power can be increased by five hundred times.

Five hundred times that is a billion.

Why should I go through so much hardship to cultivate myself?

The point of traveling to the Dragon Ball world is to enjoy it, right?

Despite his natural talent, Solo spends most of his time enjoying life.

……

Gula's spaceship.

At this moment, Gula and Kurd had already disembarked from the spaceship with their underlings.

A dozen or so soldiers in armor stood in formation behind them, holding energy cannons and scanning their surroundings warily.

"Is this Earth?" Gula looked around, his gaze sweeping over the distant mountains and rivers, a cold smile on his face. "The environment is not bad."

“According to the latest news, Vegeta will need another three hours to return to Earth,” Cold asked with a smile, his hands behind his back. “Should we wait for him here?”

"Wait! Of course we'll wait, Dad!" Cooler chuckled, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Frieza's death is inextricably linked to Vegeta. They killed Frieza, and we'll make them feel the pain of losing a loved one!"

"Frieza is dead, are you in pain?" Kurd asked.

“No, not at all.” Gula grinned, revealing two rows of sharp teeth. “I just like revenge.”

"Earthlings and Vegeta are fine with me," Cold said, his face grim and a cold glint in his eyes. "But that Super Saiyan must be eliminated completely! By any means necessary! The strongest in the universe must be someone from our race!"

"Let's take down Vegeta first." Cooler smiled confidently, hands on his hips.

He then gave orders to his henchmen, waving his arm: "Disperse! Eliminate all the Earthlings one by one!"

"Yes!"

The younger brothers answered respectfully in unison, their backs ramrod straight.

The next moment, the underlings immediately soared into the sky, transforming into streaks of light that scattered across the world.

The flames left more than a dozen streaks of light in the sky, growing farther and farther away.

Solo hovered in the distant sky, arms crossed, watching the figures scatter in all directions, momentarily unable to react.

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