Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

The two pressed themselves against the rock, holding their breath and even trying to stop their heartbeats.

"What's wrong, Dodoria?" Frieza asked with a smile, glancing in the direction Dodoria was looking.

"Nothing," Dodoria muttered, turning her gaze back. "There was just a faint energy reaction in that direction. It's gone now. Maybe it was some small animal?"

"Hmph." Frieza sneered, a mocking smile curving his lips. "It could also be one of those guys who are hiding their fighting strength."

"Should we go and capture them?" Dodoria asked, pointing in that direction.

“They are in the shadows.” Frieza slowly shook his head, his gaze becoming profound. “Going to them on your own, searching with your eyes, you may not find them.”

He paused, then his smile deepened.

"Let's kill a few Namekians later and see if we can force them out!"

"Lord Frieza, we've only found these five people!"

At that moment, Frieza's henchmen led five Namekians out of the room.

The Namekians staggered, their faces showing a mixture of fear and anger.

"The rest of the people don't seem to be home," the younger man added, bowing slightly.

Immediately, several henchmen of Frieza's army gathered the five Namekians together in a noisy manner.

They shoved the Namekians on the shoulders and pressed the muzzle of their energy cannons against their backs.

Among these five people, there are three elderly people and two children.

The old man's skin was covered with wrinkles.

The child's eyes were wide open, and his body was trembling slightly.

"What do they plan to do with the Namekians?" Krillin frowned, his eyes fixed on the ground below.

Son Gohan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he felt a bad premonition. He gripped the edge of the rock tightly with his little hands.

"By the way, where's Vegeta?" Krillin asked again, glancing at Gohan. "Did you guys kill that guy?"

"No." Son Gohan shook his head gently, his voice low. "Uncle Zoro let him go and left him to fend for himself."

When the three Namekian elders saw the Dragon Balls in Frieza's hands, their expressions changed drastically.

Elder Muli's pupils contracted sharply, and his lips trembled slightly.

The faces of the other two elderly people changed from pale to ashen, and then from ashen to deathly pale.

"You all need to watch closely." Frieza smiled as he swept his gaze over the three old men, his eyes lingering on each of their faces for a second. "I am Frieza, the one who will collect your Dragon Balls!"

He tilted his head.

"Where did the others go? According to our investigation, there were 10 people here before."

The Namekians, led by Elder Mullie, remained silent and ignored Frieza.

Their gazes were fixed on the ground, like three sculptures.

However, they were indeed quite frightened by Frieza's powerful aura, and cold sweat dripped from their faces.

Sweat trickled down his temples and dripped onto the blue lawn.

"Intend to remain silent?" Frieza chuckled, his voice carrying a chilling undertone. "If you don't speak, I'll kill you all!"

Elder Mullie felt a chill run down his spine, his body trembled slightly, and he hurriedly responded in Namek, his voice hoarse and urgent.

“Don’t speak Namek!” Frieza sneered, his lips curling into a sneer. “Speak a language we understand. I know you speak other languages ​​too!”

Mullie: "..."

Murray's Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips moved a few times.

“Everyone else has gone to work in the fields,” Muli replied through gritted teeth, his fists clenching involuntarily. “All that’s left are us old folks and children.”

“Very good.” Frieza’s smile deepened, and he raised his chin slightly. “Answering questions honestly like this will put your life out of danger.”

He paused, his gaze sharpening.

"Then, continue answering my question! Where is the Dragon Ball? I think there should be a Dragon Ball here!"

"I don't know." Mullie feigned ignorance, shifting his gaze to the side. "We don't have that."

"Hmph!" Frieza snorted coldly, knowing that the other party would say that, but he didn't care.

He turned to look at Dodoria and said with a smile, "Dodoria, the second Namekian to be killed, told us something very interesting!"

“Yes.” Dodoria nodded, echoing Frieza’s reply with a fawning smile. “Absolutely true! He said the Dragon Balls are only given to the recognized warriors.”

“That man was very stubborn and refused to cooperate with us at all,” Frieza said with a smile, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting casually. “To punish him, I had no choice but to kill him.”

The faces of the three old men, including Muli, changed repeatedly, from ashen to deathly pale, their lips trembling.

“That’s how he told us everything.” Frieza spoke slowly with a mocking smile. “He said the Dragon Balls were made by the oldest elder on the planet and then entrusted to seven elders for safekeeping. These seven elders competed in wisdom and strength, and discussed the reasons for their petition.”

Mullie and the others were already drenched in sweat, with beads of sweat dripping down their noses.

“Only those whom these elders consider warriors are qualified to receive the Dragon Balls!” Frieza’s smile remained unchanged. “However, as I just said, they were stubborn and refused to give me the Dragon Balls, so I had to kill them. It took a lot of effort to get the first Dragon Ball.”

Chapter 54 The Grand Elder

"You..." Elder Mullie trembled with rage, pointing at Frieza, his lips quivering as he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"The next three Dragon Balls were easy to get," Frieza said with a smile, spreading his hands.

……

Meanwhile, Vegeta was also secretly listening from a distance using a detector.

The detector was worn on the ear, and numbers were displayed on the screen.

He stood on a rock, his eyes fixed on the sky ahead.

As for his injuries, they have almost fully healed.

Bick didn't kill him; he just taught him a lesson.

"So that's how it is," Vegeta muttered to himself, a slight downward turn of his lips.

He then clenched his fists tightly, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly.

"Just you wait, Solo! I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

After saying that, Vegeta's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint smile.

At the same time, Vegeta's smile deepened, and a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Zoro, you probably don't know this, do you?" Vegeta continued to mutter in a low voice, "My wish isn't to become immortal! I wish to become a Super Saiyan!"

Zoro, I'm afraid you, a lowly warrior, don't even know what a Super Saiyan is, do you?

Once I, Vegeta, become a Super Saiyan, I won't have to fear your Flash Technique at all.

Moreover, my combat power will also increase significantly.

Vegeta's lips curled into a dangerous smile.

After becoming a Super Saiyan, I will become the true ruler of this universe.

Frieza is nothing to me; I could crush him with one hand.

Vegeta's smile grew increasingly confident, his pupils reflecting the distant sky.

……

at the same time.

Solo and his companions were finally getting closer and closer to the Elder’s house.

Three streaks of light left long trails in the sky as they flew toward the towering cliff ahead.

"Look, there's a high cliff ahead, and there are houses on top of it," Sun Wukong said to Zoro and Piccolo, pointing in that direction.

A high cliff stands on the blue plain, with a flat top and a white domed building.

The building's exterior is smooth, with round green glass windows and only one closed door.

“This looks like the Grand Elder’s house,” Bick mused, his eyes fixed on the building.

"Really?" Sun Wukong scratched his head, his eyes lighting up.

The three appeared at an extremely fast speed above the location of the Grand Elder's residence, with air currents whistling past them.

They descended slowly from the sky, their feet landing on the soft blue lawn, splashing up a small patch of grass.

Just as Solo and his two companions landed...

"crunch..."

The door to the white room in front suddenly opened upwards, and the door panel slowly rose to reveal a dark passageway inside.

A Namekian walked out of it.

He was tall with emerald green skin, dressed in traditional Namekian clothing, and had a calm and steady gaze.

"Hello, friends from Earth." As Naru spoke, he focused his gaze on Piccolo, lingering for several seconds, his eyes filled with a mixture of scrutiny and gentleness. "The Grand Elder invites you in."

Bick also stared silently at Naru, a look of surprise on his face, his pupils slightly contracting.

“Piccolo.” Goku looked at Piccolo, then at Nail, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two of them twice, and sighed for a while, “He looks just like you.”

Bick remained silent.

"You're Kadaz's child, aren't you?" Neru asked casually, his gaze falling on Bick's face.

"Who?" Bick was taken aback, frowned, and strode towards Nail.

“Years ago, Namek’s environment and climate underwent a major change,” Nail said with a smile, his hands behind his back. “Many Namekians left the planet and went to other planets.”

He paused, his gaze becoming distant.

"I heard that Kadaz's child went to Earth. If nothing unexpected happens, you should be his descendant."

Piccolo: "..."

Bick's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze became complicated, his lips moved a few times, then closed again.

"I finally know who my parents are." Bick felt a mix of emotions, a surge of indescribable feelings welling up in his chest.