As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded away, our attention shifts to the dramatic events that unfolded during the clash at the Lookout, marking the first public appearance of the legendary Z Fighters. With trembling hands and a voice laden with disbelief, the reporter struggled to articulate the astonishing sights captured on film by West City News of the events prior.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing something truly extraordinary," she began, her words punctuated by nervous stammering. "The flying... I mean, the men... they can... fly!" Her voice shook as she gestured wildly at the screen, where Professor Gohan and Trunks Brief, CEO of Capsule Corp, soared through the air with unparalleled grace.
"And not only that," she continued, her eyes widening in awe, "they're punching... punching so hard that... that the clouds are disappearing!" The sheer magnitude of the display left her momentarily speechless, her co-host struggling to maintain composure beside her.
"And did you see that?" she exclaimed, her voice rising with excitement. "They're shooting lasers... from their hands!" The realization dawned on her with a sense of wonder, her hands trembling as she attempted to process the spectacle before her.
As the footage rolled on, the reporter's co-host leaned in, her voice barely a whisper as she voiced her concerns. "Could it be... the Capsule Corp's fault?" she pondered, her words tinged with apprehension. "After all we've been through with the pandemic, could this be their doing?"
The other reporter's eyes widened as she scrolled through the images on her tablet, her fingers trembling as she zoomed in on a picture of Piccolo. "Look," she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement. "It's him! The same being who was once called King Piccolo... an evil entity hellbent on world domination!" Unknown to them that the being they are referring to as King Piccolo is Roni who happens to be a Namekian.
Her co-host, caught up in the moment, couldn't help but make a jest, albeit nervously. "Maybe Capsule Corp is nothing more than King Piccolo's secret organization," she mused, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "And Bulma... well, she could be his queen!"
The mention of her name snapped Bulma out of her shock, her expression darkening with indignation. "I beg your pardon?" she snapped, her voice laced with fury as she shot a glare at the screen. "I'll have you know that Capsule Corp is a reputable organization, thank you very much!"
But amidst the tension, Master Roshi couldn't help but chuckle, his laughter filling the room with a sense of levity. "Oh, how the times have changed," he remarked, his voice tinged with amusement. "But rest assured, my dear Bulma, we'll set the record straight soon enough."
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