Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

"Go quickly." Solo sighed deeply, his gaze turning heavy. "I'm afraid all that's left of the Namekians is your village and the elders."

"What?" The elder's expression changed repeatedly.

His lips trembled slightly, and he realized the seriousness of the situation.

Immediately, the elder led the villagers away from the village and headed into the distant mountains.

Only Zoro and Vegeta remained in the open space of the village.

Solo turned around to face Vegeta.

He looked down at the Dragon Ball in his hand, then looked up again and casually tossed it towards Vegeta.

"Here, take it."

The Dragon Ball traced a parabola in the air, spinning as it flew towards Vegeta.

Vegeta instinctively reached out and caught the Dragon Ball with both hands, his fingers gripping the sphere.

He held the Dragon Ball in his hands, lowered his head, and examined it carefully.

An orange-yellow sphere, red stars, with a warm, smooth texture.

"This...this is the Dragon Ball?" Vegeta was taken aback, his brow furrowing slightly. "Why are you giving it to me?"

“Of course, you’re the one who should hold it,” Solo said casually, arms crossed and chin slightly raised. “From now on, you’ll be my underling.”

Vegeta's body suddenly froze.

His mouth twitched violently, and his entire face was contorted.

His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked, and the veins on his arms bulged out.

"You...you want me, the prince, to be your underling!"

Vegeta clenched his fists tightly, his fingers sinking into his palms, and his body began to convulse violently again, shaking from his shoulders to his toes, like a malfunctioning machine.

"Oh, by the way, if you're lucky, I can let you make a wish," Solo smiled.

"What...what did you say?" Vegeta's pupils contracted, and his body stiffened abruptly, thinking he had misheard.

His brow furrowed slightly, and his gaze swept back and forth across Solo's face twice, trying to find a trace of a joke on that smiling face.

"The Namekian Dragon Balls can grant three wishes," Zoro said with a smile, arms crossed and chin slightly raised. "My initial plan is one wish for me, one wish for Goku and the others... I don't have any other wishes for now. If you behave well, I can grant you one wish."

Vegeta felt that happiness had come too suddenly, and his brain was spinning so fast it was practically smoking.

His eyes widened, reflecting Solo's image in his pupils, and his lips parted slightly before closing again.

This is indeed a great opportunity!

The Dragon Balls can grant three wishes!

How come I didn't know?

Okay, the Dragon Balls here seem to be a bit different from the Dragon Balls on Earth.

According to Zoro, the Dragon Balls on Earth can only grant one wish.

Since three wishes can be fulfilled here...

If I behave well, I can also have one wish granted!

My wish is simple: to make Vegeta a Super Saiyan.

Once I, Vegeta, become a Super Saiyan, I'll crush Zoro and Goku into the ground.

Vegeta's lips slowly curled into a dangerous arc, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

My heart was pounding in my chest, as if it were about to jump out of my chest cavity.

"Hmph." Vegeta snorted, raising his chin slightly to try and appear less agitated. "Then it's decided, just like that."

He nodded silently, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his heart filled with increasing excitement, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Vegeta," Soro asked with a smile, tilting his head, "what do you plan to wish for?"

"Of course I want immortality," Vegeta replied without hesitation, his voice crisp and clear.

He pursed his lips.

In reality, Vegeta sees immortality as not being of much use at the moment.

If you can't beat the other party, they'll lock you up somewhere, and that's worse than death.

Only by becoming a Super Saiyan can one rule the entire universe.

Aren't Super Saiyans the most powerful warriors in the universe?

Vegeta lowered his gaze, a sly glint in his eyes.

“That’s a good wish.” Solo stroked his chin, running his fingers along it a couple of times. “Do your best.”

He paused for a moment, then said, "Let's go."

"Okay," Vegeta replied, his tone tinged with impatience.

"boom!"

However, just as Vegeta finished speaking, Solo delivered a spectacular side kick.

His body suddenly spun around, and his right leg lashed out like a whip, his foot slamming heavily into Vegeta's stomach.

The force exploded from the point of impact, producing a dull thud.

Chapter 69 Be prepared to be a subordinate

"Awoo..."

Vegeta let out a scream and was sent flying backward, his body streaking across the sky like a cannonball.

He clutched his stomach with both hands, his face contorted, and his eyes bulging.

Then he fell headfirst to the ground, his back hitting the ground and kicking up a cloud of grass clippings.

"Gurgle..."

Vegeta's body rolled rapidly on the ground, like a kicked ball, tumbling several times before slowly coming to a stop.

He pressed a long line into the blue lawn, and the soil rolled out.

"puff……"

Vegeta coughed up blood, which dispersed in the sunlight.

He lay on the grass, panting heavily, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

He looked up in astonishment at Solo, who was slowly flying towards him. His pupils reflected the white figure, his lips trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"What...what are you doing?" Vegeta asked, looking confused, his voice hoarse and low.

"Since you agreed to be my underling," Solo snapped, looking down at Vegeta with his hands on his hips and chin held high, "then you should be prepared to be my underling! When I said let's go, you should have honestly said yes, not just said 'I know'!"

Vegeta's lips twitched, his entire face contorted, and he felt incredibly frustrated.

You hit me for this?

His fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms.

Is there any reason?

Vegeta clenched his teeth and puffed out his cheeks.

Just you wait, when I become a Super Saiyan, I will repay you a hundredfold or even a thousandfold.

Vegeta mentally screamed, a torrent of vicious curses swirling in his mind, wishing he could rush up and fight Solo to the death right now.

However, considering Zoro's terrifying fighting power, Vegeta had no choice but to suppress his anger.

He loosened his fingers one by one, and his fist slowly opened.

"Let's go." Solo smiled slightly, squinting at Vegeta, a hint of amusement in the curve of his lips.

"Yes!" Vegeta's lips moved, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth, clearly unwilling to accept it.

The word rolled out of his throat like a stone.

Solo's face was full of smiles, a satisfied curve spreading across his lips.

He immediately leaped into the air, his feet leaving the ground, his body soaring into the sky, his white cloak fluttering behind him.

Vegeta slowly followed behind, hovering a step behind Soro, his eyes lowered as he stared at Soro's back, feeling incredibly frustrated but helpless.

……

The location of Frieza and the others.

The village had been reduced to ruins, with charred holes and broken rocks scattered across the blue lawn.

A burnt smell filled the air, and wisps of smoke rose from the ruins.

Frieza and the others waited for a long time, but Dodoria did not return.

Sabo stood beside Frieza, his gaze occasionally sweeping towards the distant sky before returning to the Dragon Balls on the ground.

"What's wrong with Dodoria?" Sabo asked curiously, a hint of impatience in his voice. "Is he still looking for those two kids?"

"Alright." Frieza frowned, his expression not very good, and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly. "That idiot can't even find those two little brats. Never mind him, let's go find the remaining two Dragon Balls first."

"Yes, Lord Frieza," a henchman quickly replied, bowing slightly. "We'll search other villages; we're sure we can find more!"

“It’s just the two of us left,” Sabo said thoughtfully, tapping his chin twice with his fingers. “Finding a village shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“Then I’ll take these five Dragon Balls back to the spaceship and wait for you,” Frieza suggested.

“Yes, Lord Frieza.” Sabo quickly and respectfully replied, bending down and picking up the five Dragon Balls one by one from the ground, carefully stacking them together.

Five orange-yellow spheres were lined up, gleaming faintly in the sunlight.

"I'm counting on you." Frieza was getting impatient, a hopeful smile playing on his lips. "If we find the remaining two Dragon Balls, my wish will be fulfilled."

Sabo and his underling nodded vigorously.

The two immediately took off, their feet leaving the ground, their bodies propelling them into the sky, hovering a few meters above the ground.