Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

“At our speed, reaching the beach will be a matter of seconds,” Solo chuckled, his gaze turning serious. “Close your eyes first, I’ll take you flying now!”

"You'll take me flying?" Number 18 was lost in thought, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"call out!"

Solo stopped wasting words, pushed off the night sky with his feet, and launched himself forward.

His speed increased dramatically in an instant, the airflow exploded around him, and the sound of the wind turned into a sharp whistling.

On the 18th, I felt like I couldn't open my eyes anymore. My eyelids were pressed shut by the airflow, and I could only see the rapidly receding light and shadow through that narrow slit, like elongated ribbons of color.

This speed is several times faster than before.

Originally, I thought Solo's speed had reached its limit, but I didn't expect him to be able to fly so fast.

Her body was pulled back slightly, and her fingers instinctively tightened their grip on Solo's hand.

"You...you're so fast!" Number 18 exclaimed in amazement, his voice broken by the wind.

"I'm not fast at all in some aspects." Solo glared at Number 18 with annoyance, but a playful smile appeared on his lips, and a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Number 18 was stunned, his brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't understand at all.

Her gaze lingered on Solo's face for a moment before shifting forward.

“We’re here.” Solo pointed to the beach shimmering silver in the moonlight and descended from the sky with Number 18.

Their feet landed one after the other on the soft sand, splashing up a small amount of sand, which was quickly dispersed by the night breeze.

The waves lapped against the shoreline not far away, making a regular and gentle sound.

The moonlight spread a long, silvery-white path across the sea, stretching from the distant horizon all the way to our feet.

Solo casually pulled out a capsule, pressed it with his thumb, and tossed it onto the beach.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a mobile kitchen appeared on the beach.

The room is fully equipped with a work surface, stove, and storage cabinets, and the interior is lit with warm-colored lights that turn the surrounding beach orange.

Then, Solo took out another capsule and casually tossed it away.

"boom!"

The capsule transformed into a set of beach chairs and a table, along with bright lights.

The white tablecloth fluttered gently in the night breeze, two chairs were placed facing each other, and the light sphere on the lamp post illuminated an area of ​​several meters in radius.

"Sit here and rest for a while, I'll prepare the food right away." Solo rolled up his sleeves and stepped into the kitchen.

He opened the door to the food cabinet, took out several prepared ingredients, and arranged them on the work surface.

Then, she tied on an apron, and the cleaver fell onto the cutting board, making a rhythmic sound that was particularly clear in the night sky.

Number 18 sat on a beach chair with his legs crossed, his body slightly leaning back, his gaze fixed on the sea in the night.

The sound of the waves was constant, and occasionally a few seabirds would fly by in the distance, their cries carried far by the wind.

Before long, Solo's dishes were served one by one.

The braised pork ribs are a bright reddish-brown color, with the meat slightly separated from the bone, and the sauce gently sloshing around at the bottom of the plate.

The broth of the stewed chicken was still bubbling, the chicken meat was translucent from stewing, and a few potato chunks were coated in a dark brown sauce.

The broth of the potato stew with glass noodles is thick and rich, and the glass noodles have absorbed the aroma of the meat, glistening with an oily sheen under the light.

The spicy and sour cabbage is crisp and refreshing, with red chili peppers and minced garlic garnishing the leaves, giving it a clean and appealing appearance.

These are all new dishes, completely different from the pre-made dishes we had on the 17th.

Number 18 picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of braised pork rib, blew on it twice, put it in his mouth and took a bite. The meat easily separated from the bone, and the aroma of the sauce and meat melted on his tongue.

Her eyes lit up instantly, her pupils reflecting the dark brown color of the sauce on the plate.

Sure enough, the freshly made dishes tasted at least ten times better than before. Solo wasn't lying to me!

The rich flavor, the perfect seasoning, the temperature straight from the pot.

It's not even in the same league as pre-cooked food.

On the 18th, she ate happily, chewing slowly, her eyes moving back and forth between the four dishes on the table.

To be honest, she had never eaten anything so delicious in her entire life.

The pre-cooked meals I had on the 18th at Solona were already quite impressive.

Unexpectedly, there were even more delicious treats, and she was reluctant to swallow each bite.

"Is it delicious?" Solo smiled at Number 18, tilting his head as he watched her cheeks puff out slightly from eating.

"Only four dishes?" Number 18 stared blankly at the four dishes on the table for a moment, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the braised pork ribs and the stewed chicken, before looking at the potato stew with vermicelli and the hot and sour cabbage.

These four dishes may seem ordinary, but with Solo's masterful culinary skills, the results are completely different.

The bone marrow of the ribs was stewed until it released its juices, the chicken pieces were caramelized and fragrant on the side of the pot, and the glass noodles absorbed every drop of the broth.

At least number 18 thought it was especially delicious and couldn't stop eating it.

“I have a particular way of cooking; I usually only make four at a time,” Solo said casually, pulling out the chair opposite him and sitting down. He crossed his arms on the table and his gaze lingered on Number 18’s face for a moment.

Number 18 opened his mouth, then closed it again, his chopsticks hovering in mid-air. His gaze shifted back and forth between Solo and the four dishes before he continued eating.

……

In the town where Cell lives.

The night was as dark as ink, and the streetlights on both sides of the street cast circles of dim yellow light in the quiet night.

Cell began his operation.

He slid silently off the roof, his green figure moving along the shadows of the wall like a snake slithering in the dark.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Cell travels through crowded areas, absorbing the life essence of humans.

The tip of his tail glowed with a faint blue light. Each time it pierced a person's skin, the person's body would quickly wither away as if water had been drained from them, leaving only a pile of clothes and scattered personal belongings.

The town was thrown into chaos as people fled in all directions.

Some people were screaming, some were running, and some were standing there trembling, completely bewildered.

The sound of sirens came from afar, then gradually faded away, only to rise again from another direction.

But how could they possibly escape Cell's pursuit?

His speed was many times faster than that of an ordinary person, and his tail was like a precise probe, silently piercing one target after another in the darkness of the night.

With each dose of life essence he absorbed, his body would glow slightly.

In just three hours, Sharu had absorbed the life essence of nearly 20,000 people.

His body swelled slightly in the night, his muscles bulged a little, and a satisfied smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, he clearly felt that his own energy had been qualitatively improved, and the power in his body was rising like the tide.

“Maybe we should leave a few people behind…” Cell muttered to himself, his tail tip hovering in mid-air, not landing on the next target. “If Android 17 finds out, it might alert him.”

His gaze swept over the fleeing crowd, and he slightly pursed his lips, showing no sign of excessive greed.

This town has only 50,000 inhabitants.

If all the life essence of these people were absorbed, it would inevitably turn into a dead city.

When the time actually comes, it will be troublesome enough if the 17th and 18th find out about this.

After a brief hesitation, Cell stopped absorbing the energy.

He stepped back and disappeared into the shadows of an alley.

He found a corner in an abandoned building, sat down, closed his eyes, leaned against the mottled wall, and regulated his breathing.

The energy in his body was gathered to a minimum, like a stone sinking to the bottom of water.

……

Solo and Number 18 enjoyed a delicious meal on the beach before flying back to the hotel.

The return journey was much slower than the way there.

The two flew side by side, the night wind passing between them, carrying the salty scent of the sea.

It was already 1 a.m. when I got back to the hotel.

The two slid in silently through the window, their feet landing on the living room floor, bringing in a cool night breeze.

The curtains swayed slightly behind me before returning to stillness.

As soon as I got back, the door to bedroom number 17 opened a crack.

His eyes lit up for a moment in the darkness. He crossed his arms, leaned against the doorframe, and watched the two of them with a smile.

"What have you two been doing?" Number 17 snorted, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Solo and Number 18 twice, with a hint of scrutiny.

"I just wandered around town with Solo, just strolling around." Number 18 chuckled, waving his hands in front of him, his expression as natural as if nothing had happened. "I was going to call you, but then I saw you were asleep, so I decided not to disturb you."

"Are you really just going out for a casual stroll?" Number 17 stared at Number 18 with a hint of disbelief, her gaze lingering on her face for two seconds before turning to Solo.

"Otherwise, what else do you think we could do?" Number 18 tilted his head, a faint smile appearing on his face, his gaze as calm as the surface of water under the moonlight.

"Never mind." Number 17 couldn't figure it out either, and his lips twitched slightly. He decided not to pursue the matter any further.

He straightened up from the door frame, stretched, moved his neck and shoulders, and turned to go to the second bedroom.

The door closed softly behind him, making a slight sound.

"I'm going to sleep now, bye-bye." Number 18 waved to Solo and turned to walk towards the master bedroom.

"Number 18, did you have fun tonight?" Solo smiled slightly, standing still.

"Happy." Number 18 nodded and glanced back at him.

"Since you're so happy, shouldn't I sleep in the master bedroom tonight?" Solo laughed even harder, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Huh?" Number 18 was taken aback, stopped in his tracks, and was a little slow to react. His gaze lingered on Solo's face for a moment.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!" Solo didn't stand on ceremony with Number 18 at all, walked past her and went straight into the master bedroom.