My Combat Power Isn't High, Only 50,000

"Goku, are you still planning to spar with Soro?" Krillin asked with a wry smile, spreading his hands. "By the way, we still don't know what your true combat power is, Soro. The scouter read 1,000, but your real strength couldn't possibly be that low, right?"

"My combat power actually isn't that high." Soro let out a long sigh and shook his head. "It's only 50,000."

Krillin's jaw nearly hit the floor, his eyes widening like copper bells.

Son Goku's smile froze on his face, his mouth hanging open, unable to close.

Piccolo's pupils constricted sharply, his body locking up.

Son Gohan's mouth fell wide open, his small hands covering his lips.

Korin's fur stood on end.

Master Roshi's Sunglasses slid down to the tip of his nose.

The silence in the dining room lasted for several seconds.

Everyone present was completely stunned, their minds feeling numb.

Your combat power is 50,000, and you call that "not that high"?

Krillin's mouth twitched as he silently did the math in his head.

My combat power is only a little over 2,000.

50,000!

That's more than 20 times mine.

Krillin lowered his head, looking at his own hands, turning them over and over, remaining silent for a long time.

No wonder Vegeta couldn't even stir up the slightest trouble in front of you.

So the gap in combat power was that massive?

Piccolo took a deep breath, crossed his arms, and tapped his knuckles against his bicep twice.

It's a good thing this Soro isn't a bad guy.

If he were an enemy, the Earth would likely be facing total annihilation.

Piccolo's gaze lingered on Soro's back for a moment before quickly looking away.

"Combat power of 50,000." Son Goku's eyes were shining, his pupils burning like two flames. "That's truly amazing."

He exclaimed several times, his voice filled with an irrepressible excitement.

"Do you still want to continue?" Soro smiled, withdrawing the hand he had been resting on Son Gohan's head.

"No more fighting!" Son Goku decisively gave up, waving his hands in front of him.

Because Son Goku knew very well that even if he used an overloaded Kaioken, there would still be a massive gap compared to Soro.

It would take a sevenfold Kaioken... just to stand a chance against Soro, right?

If he were to unleash a sevenfold Kaioken, Son Goku felt he would likely just explode and die on the spot.

He scratched his head and let out a dry laugh, a hint of bitterness in the sound.

"However," Bulma asked curiously, tilting her head and tapping her chin with her finger, "why did the scouter only show your combat power as 1,000?"

"That's just a little trick to make opponents underestimate me," Soro said with a smile, his tone relaxed.

After the meal, the sun had quietly set.

Son Goku and the others returned to their respective homes.

Soro stayed behind at Bulma's place.

That evening, accompanied by Bulma, Soro took the time to properly enjoy the beautiful scenery of the metropolis, West City.

Neon lights flickered with colorful hues on both sides of the street, with traffic flowing like a river and crowds moving like tides.

Soro purchased everything that wasn't available on Atlantis Planet.

After all, since Bulma's family was the wealthiest in the world, these items weren't exactly expensive; they were mostly things like plant seeds.

Potatoes, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, chili peppers, eggplants, cucumbers, watermelons...

He bought several bags of every type of seed.

While he was at it, Soro also bought all sorts of clothing for the hundred cat-eared beauties back home.

Dresses, skirts, jeans, shirts, jackets...

"Why are you buying so many women's clothes?" Bulma finally couldn't help but ask, looking at him strangely.

"The natives of Atlantis Planet are a race that looks like cat-people," Soro explained with a smile, picking up a floral dress to examine it. "They have cat ears and tails, but their appearance is not much different from humans."

He placed the dress back into the shopping cart.

"I am like a god-like existence on that planet, so I'm buying some clothes to take back for my subjects."

"Could it be..." Bulma asked in surprise, her eyes widening, "that the cat-people on that planet are all women?"

"Yes," Soro nodded, his tone calm. "There are no men."

Bulma opened her mouth, struggling to process the information.

Her lips moved a few times before closing again.

The entire planet is filled with women?

Not a single man exists there?

An image began to surface in her mind.

Soro standing in the middle of a group of cat-eared beauties, surrounded on all sides.

"Can you imagine..." Soro's voice was low, filled with long sighs and a furrowed brow, "what kind of consequences a man would face if he ran into a pile of women?"

He paused, then clenched his fists tightly.

"They are too terrifying! They are simply too terrifying!"

Bulma's mouth twitched, and she offered a strained smile, momentarily at a loss for words.

Her gaze lingered on Soro's face for two seconds, her lips pursed.

It seemed that Soro was actually quite pitiful.

"That's not right..." Bulma asked, tilting her head in confusion, "If the whole planet is women, then how do you reproduce?"

"There is a peculiar fruit on the planet called the Life Fruit," Soro replied. "After eating it, one can become pregnant and give birth to the next generation."

"Ah?" Bulma's eyes widened as she looked at Soro, her pupils dilating slightly. "Then did you eat one?"

"I did," Soro said truthfully, his tone flat. "But it had no effect on me."

Soro had indeed eaten a Life Fruit, though it was by accident.

He had been truly terrified at the time, fearing he would end up pregnant and giving birth to a child.

Fortunately, the thing he worried about never came to pass.

"Right," Soro smiled, turning his gaze toward Bulma. "I happen to have some Life Fruit with me. Would you like to try one? They're on my spaceship."

"Ah?" Bulma let out a startled cry, her pretty face changing color as her footsteps faltered. "On your spaceship?"

She asked hurriedly, her voice rising in pitch, "Is it a fruit that looks like an apple?"

"Yes," Soro nodded.

"I... I, I, I..." Bulma hurriedly covered her stomach, pressing her hands over her lower abdomen in sheer terror.

"What's wrong with you?" Soro was stunned.

"I... I ate one!" Bulma was on the verge of tears, her eyes turning red.

She was still an innocent maiden, after all.

Could she be pregnant?

Soro: "..."

Soro's mouth twitched, his eyes widening slightly.

"I thought it was fruit my dad left there," Bulma said, caught between laughter and tears, gesturing with her hands in front of her. "I even said it tasted strange, sweeter and more delicious than a regular apple."

She took a deep breath.

"I was even thinking about asking my dad to buy more of that fruit! So it was actually a Life Fruit from your planet..."

"This..." Soro sighed, rubbing his chin. "I'm afraid that's a bit troublesome."

"How long does the pregnancy take?" Bulma asked anxiously, leaning forward, her face full of dread.

"It seems to be about the same as here on Earth," Soro's mouth twitched slightly. "It's also a ten-month gestation."