American comic book: God among men, Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid

Chapter 16 New York Press Conference, Bulma makes her appearance!
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this press conference. The first floor is our Universal Capsule Company's technology exhibition area."

"The second floor is for drinkers and meeting guests."

"The third floor has some private meeting rooms, with relaxation areas and children's display areas on both sides."

Intertwined light curtains create signals of the pinnacle of technological civilization. At this moment, the Omnipotent Technology Building, located in the heart of New York City, brings together more than half of the world's top scientific research talents and business tycoons.

Reporters flocked to the area, forming a massive wall of people on the perimeter. It was impossible to count how many flashes were going off every second.

The smooth hair exudes a natural, clear blue hue.

His cunning eyes gleamed with the light of wisdom brewing within them.

The dazzling dress accentuates her curvaceous figure.

With a calm and composed demeanor, even standing at the very center of the world stage, she remained unfazed, displaying confidence and elegance.

Bulma, in her red high heels, led the crowd in step by step, a smile curving her lips:

"Here, we are showcasing our first-generation universal capsule product."

"Please forgive CEO Carrot Al for having an unforeseen event and being unable to personally explain this to everyone."

Bulma!
The girl who once took Carrot El out of the farm was also the one who changed each other's lives.

"Seriously, that damn El, he's always so irresponsible. It was supposed to be his press conference, and he just left me here all alone."

Bulma maintained a calm and composed smile on her face, but in her heart she was cursing Al's lost virginity millions of times.

"Long time no see, Professor Otto. Welcome."

A slightly overweight man with curly hair walked in with a smile on his face. His beaming smile hadn't faded since he'd seen the Omnicom Tower, which was an inch taller than Stark Tower, from afar.
"You've grown into a beautiful young lady, Bulma. How are you doing these days? And what about that boy, El?"

Bulma playfully made a heart shape with her hands and winked: "Trying to live a better life!"

Otto Gunther Octavius.

He majored in physical sciences and is a world-renowned nuclear physicist, as well as Doctor Octopus in the Spider-Man series.

During their school years, Bulma and Carrotelle both took his physics classes and were fortunate enough to receive his private instruction in atomic physics.

Bulma seeks to explore energy sources that stimulate the Pym Particle's operating effects more deeply, while Carrot never underestimates his own energy.

He majored in mechanics and energy science, and has some knowledge of nuclear energy and the workings of atomic energy.

They are all considered outstanding students.

Seeing this, Otto was filled with emotion at how quickly time had passed. His student had already achieved something, standing on a stage in the spotlight, sharing his groundbreaking scientific research results.

But he still doesn't seem to have grasped the power of the sun.

Although he has already made some progress in neurology, and if his research and technology were used clinically, it would be a huge help to disabled patients around the world!

But there are still some
"That guy, Al, is still the same as before. He was always disappearing when we were little, but... he never seems to be late." Bulma's eyes welled up with reminiscence, and a hazy smile unconsciously appeared in her eyes as she smiled.
Yes, he is never late.

Even if he is on the other side of the world, or at the end of the universe, he will appear in the next second as long as he hears his call.

"call"

Bulma took a deep breath. After so many years, she glanced at the boy who had once adventured alongside her; now, he too had ventured into the vast universe.
Sun...go do what you want to do.

"Hey, Mr. Osborn, Harry, I didn't expect you to be here so early. I didn't even know who should be the last to enter."

Otto knew Bulma would be too busy to handle everything today, so he didn't bother her too much.

He greeted everyone and then wandered around the venue alone.

Norman Osborne, the head of the Osborne Group, led Harry Osborne, the father and son, toward her like elegant gentlemen.

Old Osborne's expression was very gentle. His impeccably tailored suit was impeccably clean, almost obsessive-compulsive, and he smiled and nodded at Bulma.
"Because I can't wait to see your products, Ms. Bulma."

Standing beside his father, Harry pulled a rose from the pocket of his handkerchief and handed it to Bulma.

"If my father is eager to see the results of your research, then I am always eager to admire your beauty, madam."

Bulma was a little embarrassed, but as the second most experienced driver in the Dragon Ball series after Master Roshi, she was already used to these little situations. She smiled and accepted the rose.
"Thank you, Harry, but just a friendly reminder: although my future husband has a bit of a playboy streak, he'll still get jealous."

Harry Osborne, seemingly disdainful yet subtly mocking, calmly retorted with a question:
"You mean that farmer who grows land in Kansas?"

"Where is he now?"

"Are you shy in this situation?"

Bulma's expression changed instantly.

His piercing gaze swept over Harry from head to toe. Though his expression remained unchanged, a hint of coldness crept into his tone:
“I hope you understand, Mr. Osborn, this Kansas farmer is my whole world.”

"And I don't think you have the ability to be on par with him."

After saying that, Bulma glanced at Norman Osborne out of the corner of her eye, a ripple of emotion stirring within her.

The leak of Al's true identity was expected from the day he became CEO of Capsule Corporation.

She just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Is it an attempt to intimidate the host in this situation?
Seeing Bulma's gaze fall on him, Norman Osborne quickly glared at his son.

Seeing this, Osborn could only purse his lips and mutter something under his breath:
"Feel sorry."

Seeing this, Bulma didn't say anything more. She nodded slightly and got up to leave. She was a very simple person. She would praise anyone who gave her face, flatter them if they were kind, scold them if they weren't, and beat them if they weren't kind to her at all.

Don't mistake this girl for someone easy to get along with. At fifteen, she dared to venture alone into several uninhabited areas. She's not some social butterfly who only tells three stories to everyone.
"Please make yourselves at home."

Bulma twisted her body, waved her hand, and walked away, her face darkening as she tightened her handbag as if it contained a hard brick that might smash into someone's head at any moment!
(End of this chapter)