Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

She had never acted like this when she saw a handsome guy before.

Krillin coughed lightly, but Bulma ignored him completely.

"Hello." Bulma stepped forward, her steps light and quick, a shy smile on her face.

She stretched out her hand, her fingers slightly curled, and her voice was several octaves lower than usual.

"I'm Bulma, I'm 18 years old! Nice to meet you."

After speaking, her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head, glancing upwards at Solo.

Solo: "..."

Solo's face darkened.

I know you're Bulma, but saying you're 18 this year is a bit much!

You're 28 this year, right?

Soro's gaze lingered on Bulma's face for a second, and his lips twitched.

"Hello……"

Solo didn't refuse and reached out to shake hands with Bulma.

Solo originally intended to steal Bulma away, leaving Vegeta all alone.

However, considering her age, and her actions in the original storyline...

I reckon that pig Le Ping has already taken it, right?

Solo simply couldn't muster much interest.

I have 100 cat-eared beauties, isn't that great?

Solo merely shook her hand politely and then let go.

He swiftly and decisively pulled his hand away from Bulma's palm.

Bulma paused for a moment, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something.

"Miss Bulma."

Klin interjected at the opportune moment, his expression turning serious.

"Everyone except us was killed."

He sighed softly, lowered his head, and clenched his fist.

"We can revive them using the Dragon Balls a year later." Bulma glared at Krillin, her brows furrowing slightly, her tone tinged with impatience. "Do I really need to tell you this separately?"

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Chapter 20 Hello, I'm Bulma, I'm 18 years old.

Klin shrank back when she glared at him.

However, after she finished speaking, Bulma suddenly noticed that Solo was looking at her, his gaze fixed on her.

Her expression changed instantly.

Her eyes curved down, and her lips formed a gentle arc.

“It’s alright.” Bulma’s voice softened, as if she were coaxing a child. “The Dragon Balls will bring them back to life.”

Klin: "..."

Klin opened his mouth, his eyes widening in surprise.

That's such a quick change of expression.

Klin silently wiped away his sweat, the beads of sweat on his forehead reflecting the light.

“No, Bulma,” Krillin asked seriously, his brow furrowed. “Wasn’t Yamcha always pursuing you? He’s dead… I don’t see any sadness in you at all.”

"What did you say, Krillin?" Bulma said angrily to Krillin, hands on her hips and chin slightly raised.

Her voice rose again.

"It's his business if he likes me, but I'll say it again, I don't like him at all! He's not my type!"

"Okay..." Klin scratched his head sheepishly and rubbed his bald head with his hands.

Solo paused for a moment, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Bulma.

His gaze lingered on Bulma's face for two seconds.

Why is this plot so different from what I'm used to?

Does this mean that Bulma wasn't with Yamcha in this timeline?

Solo's lips curled up slightly, then quickly disappeared.

"Let's go back first," suggested Garin, who was squatting down to the side.

Everyone boarded the airship together.

Footsteps echoed on the metal gangway.

Solo didn't move, remaining where he was, his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the distant sky.

“Solo.” Bulma leaned halfway out of the cabin door and gave him a gentle smile.

She tilted her head to one side, trying her best to appear as a well-bred young lady.

"Come on over! Let's have a good meal at our house first! We have lots of delicious food. You must be a big eater like Wukong, right?"

"He must also be a pregnant turtle?"

Krillin stood behind Bulma and muttered something in a low voice.

But Bulma still heard it.

Bulma: "..."

Bulma's face darkened instantly, and the veins on her forehead throbbed slightly.

She glared angrily at Klin, her eyes practically spitting fire.

"Just kidding, don't be angry." Klin hurriedly took several steps back, waving his hands wildly in front of him.

"Okay, thanks." Solo nodded and stepped onto the airship.

The airship's hatch closed with a dull thud.

The engine roared louder.

"call out!"

The airship immediately took off and flew towards the Western Capital.

The scenery outside the window rushed past, and the buildings on the ground became smaller and smaller.

Below, Yajirobe came running quickly from a distance, his steps hurried, his belly jiggling.

He waved his arms and shouted, "Hey, wait for me! I haven't boarded the airship yet!"

The sound echoed across the empty wilderness.

However, the people on the airship seemed to have completely forgotten about him, and no one noticed his presence at all.

The airship flew higher and higher, farther and farther.

"call out!"

The airship accelerated, its tail spewing out blue flames.

As the sun set, the airship left a bright trail of light before disappearing into the horizon.

Yachirobe stood there, bent over, placed his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.

He looked up at the direction the airship had disappeared in, his lips trembling slightly.

"These bastards..."

……

Inside the airship.

"Oh, right, Master Korin." Krillin suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "Didn't that Yajirobe guy come to join the battle?"

“He said he would come…” Garin the Immortal pondered, stroking his chin with his claws.

He paused.

"They probably got hungry on the way and went to find a place to eat."

"It's better that they didn't come," Klin sighed, shaking his head. "They'd probably just be throwing their lives away if they came."

"The most important problem now is..." Goku stroked his chin, lost in thought, his brow furrowed, "Yamcha and Tien Shinhan can be revived with the Dragon Balls, but what about Chiaotzu?"

“Yes.” Klin nodded sadly, his eyes slightly red. “Dumpling has already died once, there’s no way to bring him back to life.”

"This is going to be difficult!" Bulma exclaimed, crossing her arms.

"Zoro," Krillin turned to Zoro and asked, "Did you also come to Earth because you heard about the Dragon Balls?"

“No.” Solo shook his head, smiled slightly, and put his hands in his pockets. “I came here specifically to teach Vegeta and Nappa a lesson.”

"I see." Klin nodded.

He paused, then smiled and explained, "The Dragon Balls we just talked about are some very magical things on Earth. If you collect all seven, you can have any wish granted!"

“I’ve heard of Dragon Ball.” Zoro smiled, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. “I saw it in an ancient book on Planet Vegeta a long time ago. It’s said to be a unique ability of the Namekians.”

"A Namekian?" Krillin was taken aback and immediately turned his gaze to Piccolo.

Bick raised an eyebrow, said nothing, crossed his arms, and remained expressionless.

“Yes.” Solo also looked at Piccolo and said with a smile, “This Piccolo is a Namekian.”

Piccolo: "..."

Bick's eye twitched slightly.