After saying goodbye to Young Goku, Zhou Zilong looked at the group, who were still deep in lively discussion, and couldn't help smiling. "So, what's everyone planning to do next?" His voice was gentle yet firm, as if it could reach straight into everyone's heart.
Bulma spoke first, her eyes shining with boundless love for technology. "Of course I'm going home to continue my research. I still have so many unfinished inventions waiting for me!" Her tone was full of anticipation for the future.
Iris gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled warmly. "My home is in West City too, and the new term is about to start, so I need to go back and get ready." Her smile held a longing for knowledge and an attachment to home, and her sincerity was impossible not to be moved by.
Oolong looked sly, his eyes darting about as if he could already see the beautiful women of West City beckoning to him. "Heh heh, West City, huh? I hear it's full of beautiful women, and there are lots of fun things to do. How could the great Oolong miss out?" His tone was smug, as if he could already foresee his romantic luck!
Yamcha looked serious, his eyes shining with a yearning for strength. "West City is the economic center of this world, and its wealthiest city. I'm sure there are plenty of masters hiding there. I, Yamcha, swear I'll find them and learn from them, so I can take my martial arts to the next level!" His determined tone revealed an unyielding spirit.
Puar nodded repeatedly beside him, his eyes full of loyalty to Yamcha. "Of course! Wherever Yamcha goes, I'll go too! We're the best partners, after all!" His voice was soft but full of conviction, making the depth of their friendship clear.
And so, the group set off for West City, each carrying their own dreams and goals.
After safely escorting them to Capsule Corporation, Zhou Zilong said a brief goodbye to Bulma, then hurried back to where his businesses were based.
When he returned to his familiar, bustling office, Zhou Zilong immediately summoned all the senior executives. An emergency meeting on the company's future soon got underway. Standing at the podium, he fixed the room with a piercing gaze. "Starting today, our focus is no longer here. It's West City! That city, brimming with opportunity and challenge, will be our new battleground!"
His words inspired everyone. They all declared that they were willing to follow Zhou Zilong and build a more glorious future together. Zhou Zilong then quickly put his plans into action, moving several of his major businesses to West City so they could make their mark there.
One day, a month after arriving in West City, Zhou Zilong was walking Bulma home from school when he said, "Bulma, starting tomorrow, I'm going into seclusion to train for three days. I won't be able to walk you to and from school during that time!"
Zhou Zilong had been busy managing his businesses lately and hadn't had a chance to train properly. With his current strength, he had no rivals on Earth at this point in the story—his current battle power was 3,000,000—but it was always better to be cautious.
"Don't worry," Bulma replied, understanding. "I'll have Iris with me, and you've trained some masters here in West City, so nobody can hurt me!"
What Zhou Zilong didn't know was that his plan to spend three days in seclusion would have to be postponed.
At that moment, in the vast, boundless reaches of space, a gigantic oval spaceship hovered silently in orbit around Earth, like an unknown star quietly spying on the secrets of the blue planet. Inside, the lights glowed softly, illuminating a group of unusual creatures. Their skin was deep blue-green, covered in fine scales, and their heads resembled a cross between lizards and snakes, giving them an ancient, mysterious air.
"Lord Kazer, we've reached the target location," said Tasong, a Scale-Head Alien. The scales on his arms glimmered faintly in the light, and his voice brimmed with excitement and reverence.
Kazer, leader of the Scaly-Head Race, also had deep blue-green skin, but his was more withered and weathered. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. He lightly swiped at the holographic screen before him, carefully examining every detail of Earth, and a satisfied smile curled his lips. "Indeed, this planet is rich in natural resources and has a suitable environment. It's an ideal place for us Scale-Head Aliens to lie low and grow stronger. Tasong, you've done a great service. Once our people have established themselves here, one-tenth of Earth's resources will be your reward!"
At once, Tasong bowed, placing his left hand on his right shoulder in a formal Scale-Head salute. "Thank you for your recognition, Lord Kazer. I, Tasong, will do everything in my power to contribute to the future of the Scaly-Head Race!"
At his command, a pale blue energy shield suddenly lit up around the spaceship. It was a unique technological marvel of the Scale-Head Race, capable of withstanding every danger of interstellar travel. Protected by the shield, the spaceship streaked across the sky like a shooting star, hurtling toward Earth. It finally crashed down in an uninhabited wilderness, leaving behind a massive crater.
"Lord Kazer, I'm Kasang, one of Lord Tasong's subordinates. Welcome to this planet!" A figure with pale blue-green skin hurried forward, his eyes shining with curiosity and reverence for this unknown world. His voice was full of respect, as if he were welcoming not just a warrior, but the hope of the Scaly-Head Race's revival.
Kazer emerged from the spaceship's shadow, his expressionless face looking especially solemn beneath Earth's sunlight. He surveyed the surroundings, a hint of satisfaction flickering in his eyes. "I've looked over some of the data on this planet. It's well suited for survival. Tell me about the rest of the situation," he said, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.
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