Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

"Oh my, these dishes sound delicious!" Bardos nodded expectantly, a genuine smile curving her lips. "Then I'll come over tomorrow!"

"Okay." Solo waved goodbye.

"See you tomorrow!" Bardos waved back, gently turning the scepter in her hand.

"Snapped!"

Then, Bardos tapped her scepter lightly on the ground, the sole of the scepter striking the grass with a crisp sound.

Suddenly, a dazzling light, like that of stars, burst forth from her body, enveloping her entirely.

"call out!"

Bardos transformed into a dazzling streak of light, disappearing into the starry sky in an instant, as fast as a shooting star moving in reverse.

The light drew an arc across the night sky and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Vados fly so fast, Goku and Piccolo's eyes widened instantly, revealing expressions of astonishment.

Her speed far exceeded their comprehension; even the trail of her flames couldn't catch up with her figure.

Son Gohan scratched his head, utterly astonished, his gaze following the vanishing light for a long time.

Qiqi had some cultivation experience and knew that this woman's speed was extraordinary. She opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

She held onto Sun Wukong's arm, her fingers tightening slightly.

"Zoro, who exactly is she?" Sun Wukong was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, his gaze returning from the sky to Soro's face.

“A woman who really loves good food.” Solo chuckled, hands on his hips.

Sun Wukong remained silent for a moment, then his lips twitched.

"Now that you're all better, I'm relieved." Zoro patted Goku on the shoulder, tapping his shoulder twice with his palm. "Keep training! Vegeta's planning to challenge you!"

"Vegeta?" Goku was taken aback, his brow furrowing slightly. "He can already transform into a Super Saiyan?"

"Probably not yet, but it'll be soon," Solo said with a smile.

As they were talking, a purple light plummeted down from the sky.

Vegeta transformed into a dazzling beam of light, swooping down from the heights and slamming his feet heavily onto the ground.

His aura flickered across his body a few times before slowly receding.

When Vegeta saw Goku appear unharmed in the courtyard, his pupils contracted slightly, and his gaze swept over Goku twice, leaving him astonished.

"Kakarot, are you all better now?" Vegeta looked Goku up and down.

"Yes, I'm completely healed." Sun Wukong nodded with a smile. "Not only that, but my strength seems to have increased as well."

Vegeta's lips twitched, and he turned his gaze to Solo.

"Zoro... was it that woman who cured Kakarot?" Vegeta asked in a low voice.

"What do you think?" Solo asked calmly, arms crossed, without saying anything more.

He stopped rambling and bid farewell to Sun Wukong and the others.

However, before leaving, Solo still solemnly gave Sun Wukong some instructions.

"Wukong, I have a bad feeling about this," Soro said thoughtfully, his gaze becoming deep. "You must train hard and never be careless. Before long, a very formidable opponent may appear."

"A truly formidable opponent?" Sun Wukong was taken aback, his brows furrowing slightly.

“It’s a feeling, but you mustn’t let your guard down,” Solo replied earnestly.

"Haha, isn't it you who's here?" Sun Wukong laughed, looking completely unconcerned. "There's nothing to be afraid of."

"I might leave Earth in a while," Zoro said, revealing his plans. He shifted his gaze from Goku's face to the distant, hazy sky. "I'll leave Earth to you guys!"

"Huh? You're leaving Earth?" Sun Wukong was taken aback, leaning forward slightly. "Where are you going?"

"I haven't decided on a specific place yet," Solo replied with a smile. "I can only tell you that I plan to go to another planet to cultivate properly."

"Go to another planet to cultivate?" Sun Wukong's interest was immediately piqued. His eyes lit up and a big smile spread across his face. "Count me in! I'm going too!"

"Goku!" Chi-Chi was the first to stand up and object, clenching her fist and shouting loudly, her voice sharp and clear.

Sun Wukong immediately turned to look at Chi-Chi.

"Goku! You're not allowed to go!" Chi-Chi huffed, complaining, hands on her hips. "You've just recovered! Besides, you haven't been back from Yardrat for long, have you?"

"Um... okay..." Sun Wukong scratched his head and smiled sheepishly at Zoro.

"I'm leaving." Solo waved goodbye, tapping his forehead with his finger.

"Shh!"

Solo used Instant Transmission, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

……

In the blink of an eye, Solo was back at Bulma's house.

The robot has already cleaned the table.

"How are you, Solo?" Bulma stepped forward and asked, her hands clasped in front of her chest, a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

“That’s right, Goku is fully recovered.” Zoro replied with a smile.

"Huh? That Smurf... is he that powerful?" Bulma exclaimed in surprise, her eyes widening.

“Research into a cure can be temporarily halted,” Solo said with a smile.

“No need to stop!” Bulma shook her head and waved her hands in front of her. “If we can really develop such a special medicine, it will be a blessing for mankind!”

She paused, then tilted her head.

"I just don't know how to thank this Smurf."

“I have many other signature dishes; I’ll have her come over tomorrow to continue eating them,” Solo said with a slight smile.

“She seems to have a big appetite…” Bulma clicked her tongue in amazement, her gaze falling on the empty plates that had already been cleared away. “Ten dishes, not a single one left! Anyone who didn’t know better would think she was a reincarnated Saiyan.”

Solo said nothing more, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the dark night sky outside the window.

……

As expected, Bados arrived the following evening.

A dazzling stream of light descended from the sky and landed in Bulma's yard.

As the light faded, Bardos emerged from the flames, a hint of anticipation on her pale blue face, as she gently twirled the scepter in her hand.

Solo had already prepared the ingredients, selected ten dishes from the list of dishes, and worked in the kitchen for more than an hour.

Bardos's eyes lit up as each dish was served.

The tenderness of steamed lamb, the crispness of roast duck, the richness of braised pork, the collagen of braised pork hock...

After tasting these ten delicious dishes, Bados's eyebrows started dancing again.

Soon, the ten dishes on the table were completely devoured by Bados.

The plate was spotless; she had even eaten all the soup.

"Is that all?" Bardos smacked her lips, still wanting more, her eyes scanning back and forth over the empty plates.

“These ten dishes are all carefully prepared by me. I can only make ten a day.” Solo smiled slightly and leaned back in his chair. “If you want to eat, we can continue tomorrow.”

"Oh dear, another day I've been looking forward to." Bardos didn't object, nodding in agreement, and twirled the scepter in her hand.

After speaking, Bardos tapped her scepter lightly on the ground, the bottom of the scepter striking the floor with a crisp sound.

"Well then...see you tomorrow!" Bardos waved goodbye.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Solo nodded.

"call out!"

Bardos transformed into a streak of light as dazzling as a star, disappearing into the starry sky in an instant, moving at a speed as fast as a beam of light traveling in reverse.

The light drew an arc across the night sky before quickly disappearing without a trace.

……

Chapter 110 Going Home with Bardos

For eight consecutive days, Bados arrived as scheduled every day.

Every evening, a dazzling streak of light would slide down from the northern sky and land in Bulma's yard.

As the light faded, Bardos emerged from the flames, her pale blue face filled with anticipation. She twirled the scepter in her hand and walked briskly toward the dining table.

For eight days, Solo's meals were different every day.

Every day brings a new combination, and every dish showcases the masterful skill of a culinary master.

After each meal, Bados' eyebrows would dance and her lips would curve into crescent moons.

But Solo never mentioned the matter of cultivation.

She simply appears in the kitchen on time every day, wearing an apron, chopping vegetables, tossing the wok, and seasoning, like a dedicated chef.

On the evening of the eighth day, the plates on the table were empty again.

Bardos put down her chopsticks, dabbed her mouth with a napkin, glanced at the clean plates, and then looked up at Solo.

She stopped smiling, her expression becoming more serious. She gently twirled the scepter in her hand, then paused on the ground.

“Mr. Solo, it’s really too much trouble to travel back and forth every day.” Bardos tilted her head slightly, her gaze softening. “Would you be interested in coming to my house? I’ll prepare the ingredients, and you can cook for me.”

Solo put down his teacup without hesitation: "Okay."

The voice was crisp and clear, without any hesitation or ambiguity.

Bardos paused, the scepter resting in her palm.

She blinked, her gaze lingering on Solo's face for a moment.

They agreed way too readily.

Bulma, who was sitting at the dining table, stopped what she was doing when she heard their conversation. She slowly turned her head and glanced back and forth between Solo and Vados.

"Huh? Soro, you can't be serious?" Bulma's voice was a little dry, and she bent a toothpick in her hand. "You're going to go home with this woman... and cook for her?"