Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

“There’s no need for that.” Bick shook his head decisively, crossing his fingers in front of him. “From the moment he awoke, he hasn’t killed a single innocent person. He’s completely different from Number 19 and Dr. Gro.”

"What do we do now?" Klin asked, his gaze sweeping over the empty fields and roads around them.

"Oh right, Vegeta's still dizzy." Yamcha pointed in Vegeta's direction.

The others then came to their senses and went forward to wake Vegeta.

Vegeta's eyelids snapped open, his pupils dilated, and he sprang to his feet, frantically looking around at the sky and fields, searching for Cell.

“No need to look anymore.” Piccolo stood a few steps away and said calmly, “Cell has already been easily wiped out by Solo.”

Chapter 134 Bardos: What mischief are you plotting now?

"What...what did you say?" Vegeta's voice was a little dry, and Piccolo's image was reflected in his pupils.

“Although you have surpassed Super Saiyan, you are still far behind Zoro.” Piccolo sighed softly, slowly loosening his fingers at his side.

Vegeta's body tensed abruptly. He looked down at his palm, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down a few times, but ultimately said nothing more.

Slowly, Vegeta raised his head, his gaze falling on the horizon where Solo had disappeared, and remained silent for a long time.

……

desert.

The wind swept through the sand dunes, whipping up fine sand particles that struck the exposed rock faces.

The blazing sun hung overhead, bathing the entire earth in a scorching white light.

Solo, carrying Number 18, slowly descended from the air. His feet sank into the soft sand, and he swayed slightly before regaining his balance.

When Number 18 touched the ground with her toes, she was still a little unsteady. His arm remained around her waist until she was steady before he let go.

Bardos followed behind, her silver ponytail swaying gently in the wind and sand.

As she landed, her scepter tapped the sand, and a pale blue light emanated from the base of the scepter, flattening the surrounding sand and creating a smooth, circular area.

Solo pulled the Capsule from his pocket, pressed the button on the top with his thumb, and tossed it away.

"boom!"

White smoke burst open and dissipated, revealing a silver-white mobile kitchen on the sand.

The worktable, stove, and storage cabinets were all complete, gleaming brightly in the scorching sun.

Bardos wasn't idle either; she waved her scepter across the ground.

The tip of the cane traced a pale blue arc and landed a few meters away from the kitchen.

A set of white table and chairs appeared out of nowhere on the grayish-yellow sand. The tabletop was so smooth it looked like it had been polished, and the chair backs were carved with simple patterns.

“Please have a seat, beautiful lady.” Bardos politely gestured to Number 18, gently twirling the scepter in her hand.

Number 18 glanced at her, his gaze lingering for a moment on the white table and chairs. He said nothing, walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down. His movements were deliberately composed, and his aloof face showed no extra expression.

After sitting down, Number 18 looked Bardos up and down, her gaze filled with undisguised scrutiny, clearly curious about the other person's identity.

"You gained your immense power through genetic modification technology, didn't you?" Bardos tilted her head, her gaze sweeping over Number 18's face. "The scientist who modified you is truly remarkable, granting you eternal power."

"You know quite a lot," Number 18 replied casually.

"Oh dear, there's nothing I don't know, unless I don't want to know." Bardos chuckled, tapping her scepter lightly on the sand.

Number 18 remained silent, looking away slightly, and did not respond.

“The fact that Mr. Solo invited you to dine with me means he has ulterior motives towards you.” Bardos lowered her voice, smiled at Number 18, and her eyes held a hint of mischief.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Number 18's usually aloof face, and his fingers paused on the table for a moment.

That's way too direct of you.

“I just didn’t expect that Solo would like cyborgs.” Bardos sat up straight, sighed slightly, her tone carrying a hint of unintentionality.

Number 18 suddenly turned his head, his gaze sharpening, clearly disliking being told he was a cyborg.

"Oh dear... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to humiliate you." Bardos paused slightly, quickly put away her smile, and said with a hint of apology, "I've always been straightforward, please don't mind."

“I didn’t expect Solo to like blue either,” Number 18 snorted, retorting with a slight lift of her chin.

"Does Solo like me?" Bardos was taken aback and tilted her head.

"Didn't you just say there's nothing you don't know?" Number 18 rolled her eyes and tapped her fingers lightly on the table twice.

"Oh dear, it's impolite to pry into other people's inner world," Bardos chuckled and waved her hand. "Just like how you seem to be very hostile towards me right now, I'm not your rival in love."

Number 18's aloof expression changed slightly, and her fingers clenched tighter.

This woman can actually read my mind!

No, you just said that it's impolite to pry into someone's inner world without permission.

Did you get my permission?

Number 18 simply stopped talking, turned his head away, and looked at the distant sand dunes, not wanting to pay any attention to Bados.

“Miss Number 18, your real rival is Solo’s 100 wives.” Bardos leaned back in her chair, her voice tinged with a mischievous smile. “You’d better work hard and try to become the 101st one as soon as possible.”

Number 18 was stunned at first, then her eyes widened as she looked at Bardos with disbelief in her pupils.

A brief period of stagnation.

"You...you said...Solo has 100 wives?" Number 18's voice was a little dry.

“Oh dear, this is something Solo told me before.” Bardos’ smile remained unchanged as she slowly twirled the scepter in her hand. “Although I don’t know if it’s true or not, it shouldn’t be a big problem.”

Number 18 fell silent, his gaze fixed on the table, his fingers tracing the edge of the wood twice.

Solo does seem to have said something similar to me.

I thought he was joking at the time. Could it all be true?

100 wives? Are you even human?

The sound of a spatula clashing against a wok came from the direction of the kitchen, followed by a pungent aroma of stir-frying that filled the dry air.

The aroma of minced garlic and dried chili peppers fried in hot oil mingled with the sweetness of cabbage, wafting onto the table on the breeze.

Solo had already brought a prepared dish to the table.

The plate fell onto the table with a crisp sound.

This is a stir-fried cabbage dish, which is relatively simple to cook.

The vegetable leaves are crisp and tender with slightly charred edges. Chili powder and cumin are evenly coated on the surface, and the oil shines enticingly in the bright sun.

"Oh my, there's a new dish! That's great!" Bardos immediately picked up her chopsticks, took a big bite, blew on it twice, and put it in her mouth.

After taking that bite, Bados's eyebrows started dancing again, her two light blue eyebrows rising and falling on her forehead, and the corners of her mouth curved into crescent moons.

Seeing Bardos's expression, #18 couldn't help but put her hand to her forehead, pressing her palm against it before letting it fall back down.

It's just a dish, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?

She also picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of cabbage, and savored it slowly.

The leafy greens are crisp and tender, with a hint of sweetness amidst the mild spiciness, and the caramelized aroma melts on the tongue.

Her eyes widened instantly, the aloofness in her gaze dissipating with surprise, and she picked up another piece of food with her chopsticks.

Can such a small turnip be made so delicious?

What kind of divine culinary skill is this?

On the 18th, I realized that I had never eaten such delicious food before, especially since it was just a vegetarian dish.

"You two enjoy your meal, I'll continue cooking," Solo said with a smile to the two young ladies, then turned and walked back to the kitchen.

Although he calls them both "little sisters," one looks like a young girl and the other has lived a long time, but for him, any pretty girl can be called a "little sister."

As for those who aren't pretty, let's just call them auntie or grandma.

As soon as Solo left, Bardos and Number 18 quickly started eating, their chopsticks clattering and colliding as they devoured the plate of turnips.

Bardos resisted the urge to kill number 18.

He could have enjoyed the food alone, but now there's this woman trying to steal it from him.

Fortunately, just as they finished the cabbage, Solo brought out the second dish.

This is a dish of Orleans chicken wings.

The chicken wings were roasted until the skin was golden brown, and the sauce had solidified into a thin, glossy film on the surface. They were sprinkled with white sesame seeds and finely chopped green onions.

Bardos and No. 18 started grabbing food at lightning speed again, their chopsticks weaving through the plate, neither of them holding back.

Solo cooked very quickly, serving four or five more dishes before they finished the Orleans chicken wings.

Each dish was steaming hot, and each one was simultaneously locked onto by two pairs of eyes as it landed on the table.

Solo was mainly afraid that the two of them would fight.

Although he really enjoys watching pretty girls fight.

But a fight is only interesting when the opponents are evenly matched.

If those two really fought, even a thousand number 18s wouldn't be enough for Bados.

The ten dishes were prepared quickly.

Solo untied his apron, pulled up a chair, sat down, crossed his arms on the table, and watched the two girls eat. His gaze swept over their faces, and he genuinely found it quite fascinating.

"By the way, Vados, have you decided? Who is the weakest God of Destruction?" Solo asked suddenly when he saw that Vados had almost finished eating.

“The weakest God of Destruction should be Lord Mosco from Universe 3.” Vados looked up, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and smiled at Solo.

“Tell me more.” Solo leaned forward slightly and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"Lord Mosco of Universe Three is a two-meter-tall robot, controlled by Mr. Muru." Bardos placed the scepter on her lap and clasped her hands on the table. "Long ago, Universe Three's technology was exceptionally advanced, and they accidentally created a robot comparable to a God of Destruction. Later, it was taken over by the Muru family, and from then on, the Muru family rose to the top. And this robot has always been under the control of the Muru family."

"Is there any possibility..." Solo's eyes lit up, and a sudden thought struck him, "If I snatched this Mosco and then figured out a way to control it, wouldn't my strength increase even further?"

Bardos silently wiped her sweat, her fingers running down her forehead, speechless for a moment.

That's a dangerous idea of ​​yours.

Bardos simply stopped talking and stared into the distance.