Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

Bardos paused as she took the clothes, her fingers lightly touching the fabric. She turned her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Although she is an angel who has traveled through the universe for longer than most civilizations have existed, she is not very familiar with this ancient poem.

“It was just a spontaneous thought,” Solo sighed, his hands behind his back. “Suddenly I feel like an old father making clothes for his daughter before she leaves.”

Bardos's fingers paused on the fabric, and a rather complicated expression appeared on her pale blue face.

She's really brave.

He wants to be my father!

I wonder what the High Priest will think when he finds out about this?

"Try them on quickly," Solo called out to Bardos.

Bardos held the brand-new clothes to her arm and felt them, gently gliding her hand over the fabric.

The texture was delicate and smooth, with a slight coolness, much softer than the set I had conjured.

Her face lit up with surprise, and her eyes lit up.

“Okay, I’ll give it a try.” Bardos said, her fingers already on the buttons on her shoulders, about to take off her clothes and put on the new angelic divine armor.

"Are you going to change your clothes here?" Number 18 asked suddenly while sitting at the table. His voice was soft, but it was like a stone falling into a calm lake.

Bardos paused, her fingers stopping on the button.

She turned her head, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Solo and Number 18, then coughed lightly: "Oh dear... I'm sorry, I'll go in and change."

After saying that, Bados turned around and strode into the kitchen. Her figure flashed across the door frame and disappeared behind the metal wall.

Solo stood still, his smile freezing for a moment. He turned his head and glared fiercely at Number 18.

Why do you talk so much?

I almost saw through the true nature of the Smurfs.

"Disappointed, aren't you?" Number 18 leaned back in her chair, legs crossed, arms folded in front of her chest, eyelashes drooping slightly like a closed fan. "Is blue really that nice?"

"I don't know if blue looks good or not." Solo gradually smiled, his gaze lingering on Number 18 for a moment, "but you're another story."

"Hmph!" Number 18 turned her face away, her golden hair tracing an arc over her shoulder. "I don't want to talk to you anymore."

After his strength was revealed, Solo's personality became even more unrestrained than before.

Bardos changed her clothes quickly; in less than a minute, the door reopened.

Even if she changed outside, it would only take her a blink of an eye.

She could easily use her angelic power to create a layer of light around her body to block sight, making it impossible for others to see her.

However, it's best to change clothes in private.

This is basic courtesy, especially for girls.

As Bardos stepped out, the hem of her new dress swayed gently at her sides.

The fabric clung to her figure, the fitted shoulder line looking as if it were growing out of her skin, and the neckline's texture subtly shimmered with her movements.

"Oh my, oh my, I never expected this!" Bardos exclaimed repeatedly, stroking the fabric of the new clothes with her hand. "The clothes you made are so comfortable, several times more comfortable than the clothes I conjure up."

"If you like it, that's good." Solo chuckled, his gaze sweeping over her before shifting the topic back to Mosco. "So, you agree to melt Mosco down?"

"With your current tailoring skills, you could easily create a brand new suit of armor using the power of destruction. There's no need to melt down Mosco, is there?" Bardos gave Solo a deep look and gently twirled the hem of her clothes.

“This outfit I’m wearing right now was created using the power of destruction.” Solo pointed to his white coat and raised his arm to show Bardos the pattern on the cuffs. “You see, this outfit is form-fitting and resilient enough.”

"So, your current outfit already has excellent defensive capabilities, so why are you still thinking about Lord Mosco?" Bardos tilted her head, her scepter tapping lightly on the ground.

"Wearing the armor forged from Mosco, your combat power must increase several times over, right?" Solo leaned forward slightly, looking directly at Bados.

Bardos fell silent, her gaze fixed on the crystal ball in the scepter, and she tapped the scepter lightly twice with her fingers.

Because what Solo said makes perfect sense!

While Mosco's material can indeed enhance the wearer's energy output, the clothes Solo made with tailors only provide defense against physical damage and do not enhance combat power.

“But… Lord Mosco hasn’t done anything wrong, it’s inappropriate, it’s inappropriate.” Bardos slowly shook her head.

"Whether he's made a mistake or not, we can go and see," Solo flashed a bright white smile, a hint of slyness in it. "If he hasn't made a mistake, I won't make things difficult for him, will I?"

"I really can't do anything with you." Bardos finally gave in to Solo's request and agreed. After a pause, she added, "But I'll make it clear beforehand: unless Lord Mosco commits a fundamental error, I will absolutely not melt him down!"

“Moscow is just a robot, isn’t he? What mistakes could he possibly make? I’m talking about Mulu, who controls him,” Solo corrected earnestly, tapping his temple with a finger.

“Okay, whatever you say goes.” Bardos nodded gently, without objection.

"When do we set off?" Solo rubbed his hands together, looking at Bados with eager anticipation in his eyes.

"So eager?" Bardos sighed softly, twirling her finger on the scepter. "Didn't we agree to cook for two days?"

"Cooking... I can still do it even in the Third Universe." Solo smiled and spread his palm in front of him.

“Since you’re in such a hurry, let’s set off immediately.” Bardos did not object, and her scepter tapped lightly on the ground.

Solo immediately stepped forward, hugged Bardos from behind around the waist, wrapped his arms around her, and placed his palms on her abdomen.

The fabric imbued with angelic power felt slightly cool to the touch, possessing a smoothness unlike that of ordinary clothing.

Bardos glanced down at the hands wrapped around her waist, a few black lines popping out on her forehead: "Don't hug so tightly."

“I’m afraid I’ll fall,” Solo replied earnestly, tightening his grip on Solo’s arm.

"Whatever you want," Bardos shook her head gently, truly at a loss with Solo.

After all, I owe him such a huge favor, so it's best to repay it as soon as possible.

Before leaving, Bardos glanced at Number 18, who was sitting there dumbfounded, with a hint of mischief in her eyes: "What about your little lover?"

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not his little lover!" Number 18 snorted, but a blush spread across her face, burning from her neck all the way to her ears.

"My little lover, you can roam freely on Earth for now," Solo said, turning his head to Android 18. "There shouldn't be any major danger on Earth for now."

"I'll say it again, I'm not your little lover!" Number 18 said sternly, glaring at him with a pout, her aloof demeanor revealing a crack in her otherwise cool image.

"Let's go!" Solo didn't continue the topic and gently patted Bados's side.

"puff"

Bardos suddenly laughed, her body trembling slightly, and she almost dropped the scepter.

"It's so itchy, don't touch my ticklish spot," Bardos said, turning her head away quickly, her voice tinged with a barely suppressed laugh.

"You're an angel, where would you get ticklish spots?" Solo chuckled and gently rubbed Bados's waist with his hand.

Bardos laughed so hard her shoulders shook, and her silver ponytail swayed gently with her laughter.

"Fairy!" Number 18 sat in her chair, looking at Bardos who couldn't stop laughing, and rolled her eyes at her.

Look at the way you're smiling.

“Vados isn’t a fairy; she’s the most powerful god in another universe,” Solo told Android 18.

"The most powerful god?" Android 18 was taken aback, her gaze falling on Vados for several seconds.

"Oops, I accidentally revealed my identity." Bardos chuckled, finally stopping her laughter. She tapped her scepter lightly on the ground, then glanced at Number 18. "We're leaving, Solo's 101st little lover!"

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a dazzling light, like stars, burst forth from Bados's body.

Light surged from her body, growing brighter and more dazzling, enveloping her entirely.

Solo, who was holding her waist, was also engulfed by the light.

"call out"

The next moment, Bardos, carrying Solo, transformed into a streak of seven-colored light and shot into the starry sky at an extremely fast speed.

The light left a long, colorful trail in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it passed through the atmosphere and disappeared into the deep starry sky.

Number 18 stared blankly at the disappearing Bardos and Solo, his gaze following the increasingly distant streak of seven-colored light until it completely merged into the starlight.

Her mouth was slightly open, and she was momentarily stunned.

That's incredibly fast!

It was many times faster than Cell's previous full-speed flight.

……

One day later.

Temple.

The door to the cabin of spirit and time was pushed open from the inside, making a dull metallic scraping sound.

Sun Wukong walked out of the door and stood there, his aura completely different from before he went in.

Sun Wukong activated his Super Saiyan form, his golden hair standing on end, but instead of being as arrogant as before, he appeared calm and composed, as if frozen in time.

There was no radiance emanating from him, nor any excessive burst of arrogance; his quiet restraint was more captivating than any flamboyant aura.

Sun Wukong stood there, his gaze sweeping over the crowd at the edge of the temple, a slow smile curving his lips.

As soon as he appeared, he saw Piccolo, Gohan, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, and others.

These people were either standing or sitting on the temple, patiently waiting for him to appear.

Besides them, Vegeta also stood on the steps not far away, arms crossed, his gaze turned to one side.

"Huh? Everyone's here!" Goku was slightly taken aback. He glanced at everyone present, then closed his eyes to sense their presence before opening them again. "Cell's presence is gone. Has Vegeta already eliminated him?"

Vegeta stood on the steps, his face dark and silent, his gaze fixed on the ground as if counting the patterns on the stone slabs.

“Cell was easily wiped out by Solo.” Piccolo stood a few steps away, arms crossed, a bitter smile on his face, as if he were saying something that even he found hard to believe.

"Zoro? He wiped out Cell so easily?" Goku was taken aback, his emerald green eyes lingering on Piccolo's face for a moment.

"And it's Cell in his complete form!" Krillin stood to the side, scratching the back of his head, and added, his voice still carrying a hint of lingering fear.

"So, Cell has absorbed Androids 17 and 18, right?" Goku tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

“He didn’t absorb Androids 17 and 18.” Piccolo shook his head. “Solo found a blue-skinned friend from somewhere, and it was this girlfriend of his who made Cell a complete body.”

Chapter 136 Xiangpa: When did you two get together?