Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

The fist landed on the back of the head with a dull thud.

Sun Wukong's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes rolled back, and he instantly lost consciousness.

At this point, everyone on the scene except Solo had been defeated by Number 17.

Krillin was curled up on the ground, Yamcha was lying among the rubble, Tien Shinhan was leaning against the broken wall, Chiaotzu was hiding behind him, Piccolo was lying face down, Gohan was curled up in a ball, Vegeta was lying a few meters away, and Goku was motionless.

"Dr. Gero is making a big fuss over nothing." Android 17 shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the scattered figures on the ground. "Goku's strength doesn't seem to be all that great."

Cell silently watched the battle unfold, his gaze slowly sweeping over the fallen figures.

His brow furrowed slightly as he fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

This number 17 is pretty strong!

How much human essence would I have to absorb to surpass him?

"Let's go!" Android 17 called out to Android 18 and Cell, turned his head, lifted his foot, and quickly left the place.

Three figures walked past the edge of the battlefield, their steps neither hurried nor slow.

"Clap!"

The three landed on a nearby road, their shoes sinking into the gray-white asphalt.

The road is flanked by sparse trees and rolling hills.

Solo happened to be standing by the roadside when he came face to face with the three androids.

A faint smile played on his lips as his gaze swept across the three faces one by one.

Solo was quite satisfied with the performance of players number 17 and 18.

Surprisingly, in a timeline without Trunks, these two androids were not actually evil beings.

They still didn't kill Sun Wukong, nor did they destroy the city.

It seems that although Trunks doesn't exist, the plot is developing in the direction of Trunks' presence.

"Don't worry, they're all still alive." Android 17 smiled and looked at Solo, tilting his head slightly towards the battlefield. "Give them a Senzu Bean, and they'll be fully recovered."

"Mhm." Solo nodded.

"You're smart enough not to come up here and throw your life away." Number 17 was very satisfied with Solo's attitude, his gaze lingering on Solo's face for a moment.

Solo grinned, a slight smile playing on his lips, but didn't reply.

"Tell Goku and the others that they can challenge us again once they've improved their strength," Android 17 said to Zoro again.

“No problem.” Solo’s eyes flickered slightly.

"Number 17, what are you doing stopping here on the highway?" Number 18 suddenly asked, his gaze sweeping over the empty asphalt road around him.

"How about we go for a drive?" Number 17 smiled at Number 18, a hopeful smile curving his lips.

"That's a great idea!" Number 18 readily agreed, then looked at the rather desolate road. "But there are very few people here, and probably very few cars passing by?"

“This is a bit troublesome,” Number 17 mused, tapping his chin twice with his fingers. “It seems we’ll have to fly to a more bustling city to find a car.”

“I have a car capsule,” Solo said, pulling a multi-purpose capsule from his pocket, holding it up to his eyes, pressing his thumb on the button on top, and then casually tossing it away.

"boom!"

White smoke exploded, and after the smoke dissipated, a convertible magnetic levitation sports car appeared on the asphalt road.

The car body is silver-white, and its streamlined design gleams in the sunlight. The seats are made of black leather, and the steering wheel sits quietly in the driver's seat, waiting.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll drive you,” Solo said, opening the driver’s side door and getting in. “I haven’t driven in a long time either.”

"Then I won't stand on ceremony, I want to sit in the passenger seat!" Number 18 chuckled, walked briskly around to the other side, opened the car door, and stepped into the passenger seat first.

"Never mind, ladies first." Number 17 hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on the passenger seat for a second, but he didn't object.

He opened the back door, got in, leaned back in the seat, and placed his hands on his knees.

Sharu stood by the roadside, looking at the small convertible sports car, and his face instantly darkened.

Because Cell is too big, it's impossible for him to sit inside.

His tail swayed slightly behind him, and his lips twitched.

"Hey, what am I supposed to do?" Cell asked, his face dark, his voice forced out through clenched teeth.

"Sorry," Solo turned his head and smiled at Cell, "You're too big. Why don't you run with me? You're fast enough anyway."

"You... what did you say?" Cell's face darkened further, his lips twitched violently, and he glared angrily at Solo.

"Just run when I tell you to." Android 17 poked his head out from the back row, glared at Cell, and said, "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Cell's lips twitched, his chest heaved violently, and then he slowly exhaled, gritting his teeth as he agreed.

Solo quickly shifted gears and stepped on the gas, pressing his foot down, and the engine emitted a deep roar.

The magnetic levitation sports car is half a meter off the ground.

"call out!"

The car sped forward at an extremely high speed, its silver-white body drawing a smooth arc on the asphalt road.

"By the way, where are you planning to go?" Solo asked, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

"Of course, it's time to enjoy life," Number 17 chuckled.

"Aren't you going to give your companions Senzu Beans?" Android 18 asked Solo, who was driving, with a smile. She turned her head and looked at his profile. "It wouldn't be fun if they died."

"It's alright." Solo waved his hand dismissively. "They have Senzu Beans on them; they'll eat them themselves."

"Boom!"

Number 18 suddenly leaned over and lightly touched Solo's cheek with his lips.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the wind.

"You're a very interesting person." Number 18 smiled sweetly, her golden hair fluttering gently in the wind, her eyes shining. "I like you very much."

Chapter 121 You're so cute, Solo

Solo's expression froze for a moment, his gaze fixed on the road directly in front of him, his pupils dilating slightly.

He actually got kissed by number 18...

When those thin lips touched my cheek, they were warm and slightly moist, like a petal falling on my face.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly for a moment, then released it.

"Hehe, you're even shy now." Number 18 laughed, her shoulders shaking as she swayed gently in the passenger seat, one hand still resting on the edge of the seat, tilting her head to look him up and down, as if she had gotten a great deal.

Number 17 sat in the back seat, his hands crossed on his knees, leaning back against the seat. His gaze lingered for a moment on the backs of the two people in front of him, his lips twitched slightly, and then he returned to his calm state.

He didn't say a word, as if he were watching a free show.

"Ahem... this..." Solo scratched his head awkwardly, his other hand still on the steering wheel, his fingers tapping lightly on the leather surface.

"Solo, is this the first time you've been kissed by a girl?" Number 18 asked with a grin, tapping lightly on the armrest of the seat.

“No, not at all,” Solo replied truthfully, his gaze fixed straight ahead. “I have 100 wives.”

The smile on Number 18's face froze as if it had been paused.

Her pupils contracted slightly, her lips opened and closed, and her gaze lingered on Solo's profile for several seconds, as if digesting the weight of his words.

100 wives!

You have 100 wives!

Are you kidding me?

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the corners of her mouth curved back up, the smile growing wider and wider.

"puff……"

Number 18 almost burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard in the passenger seat that he was doubled over, and his laughter was blown away by the wind into the air outside the convertible.

“You’re so cute, Solo,” Android 18 said, leaning closer and gently pinching Solo’s cheek with her finger.

"Don't move, we're driving!" Solo scolded sternly, his voice tinged with helplessness.

"It's okay, you drive yours, I'll do mine." Instead of moving his hand away, Number 18 moved his fingers down Solo's cheek to his neck, his fingertips slowly gliding across his skin, carrying a slight coolness.

"Take your hand away, or I'll get rough with you!" Solo glared at Number 18 with annoyance.

"Then I'd like to see how you're going to treat me rudely." Number 18 smiled as he enjoyed Solo's angry expression, his finger resting on the side of Solo's neck, and his fingertip lightly tapping it.

"I need to think about this carefully." Solo fell into a brief moment of contemplation, his gaze fixed on the winding road ahead.

"It's okay, take your time to think about it." Number 18 smiled, withdrew his hand, leaned back in his chair, and placed his hands on his lap.

"You two... should I excuse myself?" Number 17, sitting in the back seat, couldn't help but ask, his voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

“Alright.” Solo nodded, readily agreeing to Number 17’s request.

Number 17 paused for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

I was just saying it casually, why did you take it so seriously?

The car sped forward, its silver-white body gliding smoothly across the gray-white asphalt road, while the trees and hills on both sides rushed past.

The wind rushed into the open carriage, making hair flutter backward.

Cell flew behind, gliding through the low sky, its green tail keeping it balanced.

His face was almost as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes were fixed on the convertible in front of him, and the corners of his mouth were turned down.

Although the floating convertible was fast, it was still incredibly slow for Sharu.

His speed was enough to easily overtake the car, but he could only trail behind like a tail.

Cell even wanted to smash that car into pieces with one slap...

In the end, reason prevailed over impulse.

His tail swayed restlessly behind him for a moment, then drooped down.

……

After Zoro and the others left, Goku and the others each ate a Senzu Bean and quickly recovered completely.