DRAGON BALL MASTER: NEXT GENERATION SAGA
Welcome to AGE 804 an alternate future in a cosmic era, our seasoned warriors venture into space, unveiling ancient secrets. Meanwhile, Earth's new protectors- Goten, Bulla, Pan, and Uub-trained in diverse...
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The Capsule Corp laboratory buzzed with frenetic activity, the air thick with the scent of machinery oil and the persistent hum of computers processing vast amounts of data. Bright fluorescent lights bathed the room in an almost clinical white, casting sharp reflections off the sleek metal surfaces of the lab equipment. Every piece of machinery seemed to pulse with energy, a testament to the cutting-edge technology housed within the heart of Capsule Corp.
Bulla, Rono, and Marron stood in front of a massive console, their faces illuminated by the glow of the screen. Dr. Hedo and his team of scientists frantically typed away at nearby workstations, their brows furrowed with concentration. The tension in the room was palpable, a collective anxiety that seemed to hang in the air like an oppressive weight.
Bulla's heart pounded in her chest as she scanned the alien script on the console's screen. Her fingers danced over the keys with a frantic urgency, her mind racing to decipher the cryptic language before it was too late. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand, the gesture almost unconscious. The room felt oppressively hot, or maybe it was just the immense pressure bearing down on her shoulders.
"I've almost got it," Bulla muttered, her voice barely audible over the clatter of the keyboard and the ambient hum of the lab.
Rono and Marron exchanged worried glances, their postures tense with anticipation. Rono's tail twitched nervously, a habit he hadn't managed to shake despite his rigorous training. His eyes darted between the console and the entrance, as if expecting an attack at any moment. Marron, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and determination, clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her breathing was shallow, each inhale and exhale a battle to maintain composure.
"Bulla, we don't have much time," Marron urged, her voice strained and edged with desperation. "Those Neo Machine mutants are not going to wait for us to figure this out."
Bulla's fingers flew faster over the keys, her frustration mounting with each passing second. "I know, I know," she snapped, the tension in her voice evident. "I'm doing my best."
Finally, the console beeped, and the alien script translated into readable text. Bulla's eyes widened as she scanned the words, her face paling with each line she read.
"Oh no," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and realization.
"What? What is it?" Rono asked, leaning in to see the screen. His eyes searched Bulla's face, hoping for a sign of good news but finding only dread.
"These Neo Machine mutants," Bulla said, her voice barely more than a whisper, "they were created to hunt Saiyans specifically. They have a biometric attack that targets Saiyan DNA. If we fight them head-on, we'll be at a huge disadvantage."
Marron's face hardened with resolve, her eyes narrowing as she processed the information. "We need to warn the others. We can't let them go into this fight without knowing what they're up against."
