Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

Klin sat up from the ground, dusted himself off, and stretched his shoulders.

Le Ping rubbed his sore back and grimaced.

Tianjin Fan helped Dumpling up and checked him for injuries.

Son Gohan squatted down next to Son Goku.

"They're too strong!" Piccolo stood on a pile of rubble, his green fingers clenched into fists at his sides, his gaze fixed on the ground ravaged by the battle, his heart filled with resentment. "I never expected them to be this strong!"

“Yes.” Sun Wukong nodded, stood up from the ground, and patted his clothes. “But they look different from Androids 19 and 20. They didn’t kill us. They shouldn’t be bad people.”

"Hmph, the reason they don't kill us is because we're no match for them!" Piccolo snorted, glanced at Goku, and his lips curled into a slight smile.

"I thought I had worked very hard in my training, but I was still defeated by them!" Sun Wukong clenched his fists, but his eyes gradually brightened, reflecting the distant sky in his pupils.

Sun Wukong was still quite excited to suddenly encounter such a powerful opponent.

A slight smile curved his lips, and his eyes held a look of eager anticipation.

"Where's Solo?" Klin suddenly asked, glancing around.

"Hey? Where did Zoro go?" Sun Wukong was also searching for Zoro's figure, turning his head left and right.

“I… I noticed that Solo left with them before I lost consciousness…” Yamcha replied, pointing in the direction of the road.

"Could they have taken them hostage?" Tien Shinhan frowned.

“Even Goku wasn’t a match for those two androids, can Zoro beat them?” Krillin wasn’t really optimistic about Zoro either. He frowned and looked at the gray road in the distance.

After all, those two androids were just too powerful.

Even the combined efforts of Goku and Vegeta were easily defeated by Android 17.

Even if Solo is powerful, can he really defeat them?

"hateful!"

Vegeta stood not far away, trembling with rage. His body tensed up, golden flames erupted from within him, his black hair instantly turned golden, and his eyes became emerald green.

"call out!"

Vegeta transformed into a golden streak of light, soaring rapidly into the sky, leaving a long trail behind him before disappearing into the distant sky in the blink of an eye.

"Vegeta! Where are you going?" Goku shouted from below, shielding his eyes from the sunlight with his hand.

"Just ignore him, let him go." Piccolo shook his head and said to Goku, "That guy has become a Super Saiyan, and his personality has become arrogant and conceited again."

“Yes.” Goku nodded, agreeing with Piccolo’s statement. “Vegeta may have already surpassed me. He has indeed trained very hard.”

Everyone fell silent for a while, their gazes falling on the ground ravaged by the battle, then looking up in the direction where Vegeta had disappeared.

However, after the silence, everyone present felt somewhat relieved.

Fortunately, the two androids didn't seem bad, and they didn't kill them all.

However, Cell possessed an extremely evil aura, like a beast draped in human skin.

Fortunately, the two androids were far stronger than that monster; otherwise, given the monster's personality, it might have caused chaos everywhere.

"It seems I have no choice but to train hard!" Tien Shinhan said in a deep voice, clenching his fists in front of him. "I need to improve my strength and try to surpass them."

"Piccolo, why don't you continue training with Gohan and me?" Goku suggested, his gaze fixed on Piccolo.

Bick slowly shook his head, his green gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

"What do you mean, Piccolo?" Goku asked, puzzled.

"Bick, what are your plans?" Klin asked curiously.

“Me…” Piccolo looked up at the sky and pondered silently.

“I know you have a better plan than to train with Goku,” Krillin said with a smile, spreading his hands in front of him. “Tell us, aren’t you our friend?”

“Friends?” Bick’s forehead veins bulged as he roared angrily, his voice rising, “That’s nice of you! When did I become your friend? Don’t dream! I’m a demon. I’m just using you for now in order to conquer the world.”

“Uncle Piccolo…” Gohan was startled, tears welled up in his eyes, and his face turned pale.

Piccolo's gaze lingered on Gohan's small face for a moment, and his lips moved slightly.

He couldn't bear it in the end, so he stepped over, reached out, and touched Son Gohan's hair, gently tapping his head twice with his palm.

"call out!"

Piccolo didn't say anything more. He pushed off the ground with both feet, his body shot out, and he became a streak of light that shot into the sky and quickly disappeared without a trace.

"Uncle Piccolo!" Gohan shouted.

"Gohan, it's alright." Goku comforted him with a smile, gently patting Gohan's shoulder. "Piccolo was just saying that casually. His talk about conquering the world is just an excuse. Piccolo just wants to become stronger."

“Goku is right,” Krillin added, hands on his hips. “I think so too. So Piccolo must have used his final move.”

"What do you mean?" Tien Shinhan was taken aback and tilted his head.

"Piccolo flew off in that direction." Krillin pointed in the direction Piccolo had gone, then pointed to the distant sky. "Do you know who's over there?"

"That direction?" Tien Shinhan asked, puzzled. "Is it a place I'm familiar with?"

“It’s a temple.” Klin smiled.

"The temple?" Tien Shinhan was even more confused, his brows furrowing slightly. "What does that mean?"

"I heard the elder mention this on Namek," Goku continued, smiling as he explained, "If Kami and Piccolo were to merge back into one person, they would possess immense power."

“Yes, I heard Nail mention it once when the Grand Elder was at Bulma’s house.” Krillin nodded and smiled. “Piccolo probably wants to merge with Kami! That way, Piccolo can become a Super Namekian.”

"But then... what if the gods cease to exist?" Yamcha suddenly realized something important and quickly asked, his brow furrowing. "Then what about the Dragon Balls...?"

“This matter is indeed very important…” Sun Wukong pondered, rubbing his chin twice with his fingers. “But it’s alright. If we really need the Dragon Balls, we can find a Namekian to live on Earth, and then the Dragon Balls can continue to exist.”

“I think Piccolo has a bad feeling,” Krillin said in a deep voice, his gaze becoming serious. “His premonitions are always very accurate. There’s a possibility that someone even more powerful than Android 17 and 18 will appear! So, he wants to make plans in advance! Otherwise, he would never have merged with Kami, because the person he hates the most is Kami.”

"Let's go back first," Sun Wukong suggested, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "Everyone, go home first and cultivate diligently when you get back."

……

Piccolo transformed into a dazzling streak of light, flying towards the temple at an incredible speed.

The flames traced a straight path across the sky, passing through the clouds and the air currents.

Above the temple.

The god stood there with his brows slightly furrowed, his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the rapidly approaching green light in the distance.

His expression also became more serious, and his lips were slightly pursed.

"Snapped!"

Bick landed on the edge of the temple, his feet on the gray stone slabs, and walked to the opposite side of the god.

The two locked eyes.

Mr. Bobo stood not far away, leaning slightly forward, sweat dripping down his face and onto the ground from his nose.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Piccolo and Kami several times before returning to his own.

There was a long silence between them.

"You should know why I'm here, right?" Bick asked calmly.

“I know.” The god nodded, Piccolo’s image reflected in his cloudy eyes. “A long time ago, you and I… no, to be precise, your father and I were once one person. You know that very well. To be honest, I never thought we would assimilate into one person again.”

"This is just a way for you to unleash your full power," Piccolo chuckled, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You exist only for the Dragon Balls now."

"What?" Mr. Bobo exclaimed in surprise, his heart filled with growing unease.

“You’re right, the gap between us is simply too vast.” Kami nodded in acknowledgment, a bitter smile curving his lips. “I am powerless against such a powerful enemy. Zoro, who easily crushed Vegeta, and Goku and Vegeta in their Super Saiyan forms, are no match for the Androids. For now, there’s no good strategy to defeat them.”

“You’re right.” Piccolo’s voice was deep, his green fingers clenching slightly at his side. “Where’s Solo?”

"He's with those three homunculus." Celestial slowly shook his head, his gaze falling on the distant sky. "I'm not entirely sure what he's planning to do. Perhaps Solo isn't entirely confident in dealing with them either, so he might want to infiltrate their ranks first and see what their purpose is."

"As expected, even Solo is no match for them!" Piccolo exclaimed, a complex emotion in his eyes. "It seems that over the years, our strength has closed considerably to Solo's."

"Perhaps, the moment has finally come for Kami and Piccolo to become one." Kami's lips curled into a forced smile, a hint of relief in his cloudy eyes.

“That’s right.” Piccolo nodded, his voice deep. “This Earth doesn’t need a god now, but rather me, who can defeat the androids and has superpowers.”

"I understand." The god nodded and finally agreed, "I will assimilate with you."

“God…” Mr. Bobo stood to the side, his voice a little hoarse, his gaze lingering on God’s face for a few seconds.

"However, I need to assess the situation before proceeding," the deity added calmly.

"What did you say? Check the situation?" Bick paused, his brow furrowing.

“Yes, I want to see if those three androids really intend to harm Earth,” Kami replied, his turbid gaze turning serious. “As it stands, at least Android 17 and 18 don’t seem like bad guys. Only that android named Cell has a very malevolent aura, but fortunately, his strength is not as great as the other two androids.”

"Why are you so long-winded?" Bick, growing impatient, shouted angrily, a vein throbbing slightly on his green face.

Chapter 122 Going to the Hotel with Number 18

"You were the ones who started the conflict!" The god's voice was calm and unhurried, like an echo rising from a deep well. "And those three androids didn't kill you."

“You just said it yourself, that guy named Cell possesses an extremely evil aura!” Piccolo sneered, tapping his green fingers twice on his arm. “His goal is definitely to destroy the world!”

“Vegeta also possesses a very evil aura,” Kami murmured, his murky gaze lingering on Piccolo's face for a moment. “Hasn't he become better under Zoro's tutelage now?”

"What?" Piccolo snorted irritably, his brow furrowing. "Do you think Zoro can properly train that guy named Cell? Cell originally wanted to ambush Android 17!"

“Although I don’t think Solo can properly train that guy named Cell,” Kami replied calmly, “at least so far, Androids 17 and 18 haven’t killed anyone like Android 19 and Dr. Gro. I need to observe them for a while before I have sufficient reason to make a final decision.”

“You coward!” Piccolo sneered, his green fingers clenching at his sides. “Then I’ll wait for you here until you finally make up your mind.”

His figure stood still on the platform at the edge of the temple, neither leaving nor approaching, his hands clasped back to his chest.

Mr. Popo stood not far away, his gaze shifting back and forth between Kami and Piccolo. His lips moved a few times, but he ultimately did not speak.

……

Solo's convertible maglev sports car sped along the gray asphalt road, the trees and fields on both sides rushing past, the wind whistling in his ears.

As he passed a gas station, Solo's gaze swept ahead.

It was a small self-service gas station. Two people in work uniforms were standing next to the gas pumps, holding coffee and chatting.

A yellow van was parked next to the gas pump, its body covered with a thin layer of dust.