Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

"He'll come!" Gohan gritted his teeth, leaned halfway out from behind Piccolo, and shouted with all his might, "My dad will definitely come! He'll definitely come and teach you a lesson!"

"Hmph, hmph, hmph." Vegeta chuckled, a bright smile spreading across his face. "Interesting."

He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over Krillin, Piccolo, and Gohan.

"Alright, we'll just wait for him to come!"

"What?!" Nappa exclaimed, "Vegeta! Are you kidding me? That guy isn't coming!"

He clenched his fists, his whole body surging with arrogance.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Naba shouted angrily. "Let me just wipe them out quickly!"

"Just three hours." Vegeta slowly held up three fingers and chuckled. "No waiting after that."

"Three hours?" Naba grew increasingly annoyed and shouted angrily, "What are we going to do for three hours? We've been sleeping all day, and we're itching for a fight! Waiting is pointless!"

As he spoke, Naba moved, preparing to attack.

He pushed off with his feet in the air, leaned forward, and pulled his arms back.

A surge of violent energy gathered in his palm.

"This is utterly foolish," Naba said in a deep voice. "I'm going to play the game!"

Nappa ignored Vegeta and planned to launch a fatal attack on the three of them.

"Nappa!" Vegeta suddenly raised his voice and shouted coldly, "Are you disobeying me?"

Naba's body suddenly stiffened.

"what……"

Naba suddenly realized something and slammed on the brakes again in mid-air.

This time the braking was even more forceful than the last, and the air exploded in front of him, creating a visible ripple.

Naba's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Bick below was also startled, his pupils shrinking sharply.

He felt the oppressive aura emanating from Vegeta.

It wasn't directed at them; it was just a casual remark.

But that oppressive aura had already terrified Naba to this extent.

"I...I'm sorry!" Nappa hurriedly apologized to Vegeta, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. "I couldn't control myself!"

"That's fine then." Vegeta withdrew his gaze, looked back at Krillin and the others, and smiled. "I extended your lifespans, you should thank me."

Krillin didn't speak, he just stared intently at Vegeta.

grateful?

Are you kidding me?

The fighting between the two sides then ceased.

Vegeta also found a rock and slowly sat down.

He crossed one leg over the other, crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back against a rock, squinted his eyes, and patiently waited for Sun Wukong to arrive.

Nappa also landed from the air, stood beside Vegeta, crossed his arms, and stared at the three people opposite him with a displeased expression.

Piccolo, Krillin, and Gohan gathered together and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry," Gohan stammered, head bowed, avoiding Piccolo's gaze. "I was scared... I didn't..."

"Get out of here!" Piccolo snapped irritably. "What good is a coward like you? You've let me down!"

"Don't say that, Piccolo," Krillin quickly advised. "After all, this is Gohan's first time participating in a battle."

Bick snorted, turned his head away, and stopped talking.

……

“I’m asking you, Vegeta,” Nappa scratched his bald head and asked in a low voice, “why are we waiting for Kakarot?”

“Because he is a traitor to us Saiyans.” Vegeta said, picking up the scouter from the ground and putting it on his ear.

The detector emitted a soft sound, and several sets of data appeared on the screen.

Vegeta glanced at it and chuckled, "This traitor must be eliminated."

He paused, and the smile on his lips turned sinister.

“First, kill his son and his companion in his presence.”

"Then slowly take him down, leaving him powerless to resist and struggling in agony."

"In another three or four hours today, we'll be able to hold a hellish exhibition!"

"So that's how it is!" Nappa exclaimed excitedly, rubbing his hands together. "That's wonderful, Vegeta!"

“Within three hours.” Vegeta’s lips curled into a smile. “If he comes, that’s what we’ll do.”

"Kakarot is yours." Nappa licked his lips, turning his gaze to Krillin and the other two in the distance. "As for the other three, I'll teach them a lesson."

"Suit yourself," Vegeta snorted. "But don't forget about making that Namekian spit out the Dragon Balls."

"Don't worry." Nappa patted his chest, his anticipation growing. "It would be great if Kakarot could come."

At this point, he scratched his head again, as if he had suddenly thought of something.

“But speaking of Saiyans, Vegeta,” Nappa pondered, “have we forgotten about another one?”

"Who?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

“Solo,” Nappa smiled, “that guy who’s a low-class warrior like Kakarot.”

"Oh?" Vegeta chuckled, narrowing his eyes. "I had almost forgotten about that guy if you hadn't mentioned him."

He stretched and spoke casually.

"Once we've sorted things out on Earth, we'll take a trip there..."

Vegeta couldn't quite remember the name of the planet Solo was on, and he frowned as he thought about it.

“It seems to be called Planet Arantis,” Naba thought for a moment and replied.

Chapter 6 Solo Arrives on Earth

“Yes, Arantis.” Vegeta nodded slightly. “I remember now.”

“Although he’s not very useful,” Nappa sighed, “there are only a handful of Saiyans left.”

“Bring him over,” Vegeta snorted. “Let him be our logistics officer.”

“He’ll be incredibly grateful,” Naba laughed. “The technology on that planet is pretty basic, not even as advanced as Earth’s. He’ll probably be stuck on that planet forever.”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

……

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

The sun had moved from its zenith to the west.

Wukong hasn't arrived yet.

"It's time." Vegeta snorted coldly, stood up from the rock, and dusted himself off. "Waiting any longer is pointless."

He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping coldly over Klin and the other two.

"That coward Kakarot won't come!"

"My dad isn't a coward!" Gohan shouted, his face turning bright red.

"Oh no!" Krillin cried out, his legs going weak. "Why hasn't Goku arrived yet?"

He turned his head to look at the distant sky, then at Bick.

Bick didn't speak, he just clenched his teeth tightly.

“Alright.” Naba stepped forward, clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked.

He sighed, a hint of regret in his voice.

"Unfortunately, Kakarot isn't here!"

"I'll die," Klin said, his voice trembling as he looked on the verge of tears. "I don't even have a girlfriend yet!"

"There's only a sliver of hope for victory," Bick said in a low voice. "Of course, if we succeed!"

Krillin and Gohan immediately turned to look at Piccolo.

A glimmer of hope ignited in their eyes.

“First,” Piccolo said in a low voice, glancing at Nappa and Vegeta out of the corner of his eye, “have Krillin draw his attention.”

Klin swallowed hard and nodded.

“Then I’ll take advantage of the Saiyan’s weakness, his tail!” Piccolo continued.

"Okay." Klin took a deep breath and reluctantly agreed.

"When he's powerless to struggle," Piccolo said to Gohan, "Gohan, attack him with all your might!"

"Yes...yes." Son Gohan nodded repeatedly, quite frightened, his little hands clenched into fists and still trembling.

However, he still mustered up the courage to say it.

"I won't run away this time, don't worry!"

Piccolo lowered his head, his gaze falling on Gohan, and said in a deep voice, "Just remember that the fate of Earth is in your hands."

Son Gohan raised his head, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

He paused for a moment.

Piccolo took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and said with a rare gentleness, "Gohan, as long as you have confidence and fight bravely, your energy is even stronger than mine."

Son Gohan's lips twitched, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his heart pounded as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

I don't want to fight.