DRAGON BALL MASTER

Episode 11: Multiversal Invasion 1 - THE AFTERMATH

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, the Lookout stood as a silent witness to the turmoil that had unfolded within its hallowed halls. From a distant vantage point, the elder Kai gazed upon the aftermath with a heavy heart, his ancient eyes reflecting the weight of the tragedy that had befallen them.

The descent of the Lookout towards the earth's surface was a solemn spectacle, its once majestic form now marred by the scars of battle. As it descended, the devastation became visible to all below, a stark reminder of the price of their failure.

Within the wreckage, Dende and his students worked tirelessly to tend to the wounded, their faces etched with determination as they sought to alleviate the suffering of their comrades. Amidst the chaos, the connection with the Namekians remained blocked, their distant allies out of reach in their time of need.

Inside the Capsule Corp HQ, the atmosphere was heavy with grief as the reality of Master Roshi's demise sank in. Bulma, her eyes red-rimmed with tears, clung to Vegeta for support, her heartache palpable as she mourned the loss of her dear friend.

Krillin, his usually jovial demeanor replaced by a look of anguish, searched frantically for his missing friend, his heart heavy with the weight of uncertainty. Nearby, Yamcha offered words of comfort to those around him, his own grief mingling with theirs in the somber air.

Trunks and Goten, their once youthful innocence shattered by the harsh reality of death, watched in stunned silence as Dr. Hedo prepared to perform his solemn duty. The sight of Master Roshi's battered form was a harsh reminder of their mortality, a reality they had never truly grasped until now.

With a heavy heart, Dr. Hedo draped a white sheet over Master Roshi's lifeless form, his hands trembling as he completed the solemn ritual. Outside, Hercule faced the relentless barrage of questions from the press, his voice strained as he tried to maintain order amidst the chaos.

But amidst the grief and despair, a sense of unity began to emerge among the gathered mourners, a shared bond forged in the crucible of battle. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its golden light upon the devastated landscape, a solemn silence fell over the scene.

For in that moment, they were not just warriors or friends, but a family bound together by their shared loss and their determination to honor Master Roshi's memory. And though the road ahead may be fraught with uncertainty, they would face it together, drawing strength from each other as they continued their fight for peace and justice in his name.

As the news of Master Roshi's heroic sacrifice reverberated across the globe, Hercule found himself in a reflective mood. Sitting in front of the cameras, he spoke with a sense of reverence for the man who had shaped the destinies of so many.

"Now, I ain't never had the pleasure of meetin' Master Roshi in person," Hercule began, his voice tinged with admiration, "but let me tell ya, folks, I've heard stories about him my whole life. And let me tell ya, they ain't just stories. They're legends."

He leaned forward, his eyes alight with passion as he spoke of Roshi's incredible feats. "Master Roshi trained some of the strongest fighters this world has ever seen. Grandpa Son Gohan, The Ox-King, Son Goku, Krillin, Yamcha...you name 'em, he trained 'em."

Hercule paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing. "And let's not forget about that Kamehameha Wave of his. Ain't no move more iconic, I tell ya. I remember the first time I saw him unleash it...shocked everyone, it did."

The camera panned to show images of Roshi's legendary battles, the sheer power and intensity of his attacks on full display. "But ya know, there's somethin' else y'all might not know about ol' Master Roshi," Hercule said, his tone somber. "He ain't exactly what you'd call pure-hearted."