<He decided on the first, because now he was like that
<br />far, you didn't just want to give up. Trunks had in
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Thought out a plan. He just left his pocket radar
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fall and wait. He didn't have to stay long as one
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Human figure stepped out of the bush and stooped. Trunks continued to
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Nosedive and landed softly in front of the person he was now a youngster
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Girl, around his age, identified. The moment she
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Sitting up, Trunks looked into a pair of deep green, frightened eyes.
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Apparently she was afraid of him or it was just the moment of shock
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if something unexpected happened, at least she twitched abruptly
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back and dropped the radar. Trunks bent down and picked him up. Then
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he held out his hand to the girl and introduced himself with a smile.
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She eyed him incredulously, as if he were a Fatamorgana and Trunks could
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Don't blame her, he would certainly have been shocked too.<br />
"Anyway," he said to himself. > In any case, she can't locate any auras, otherwise
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she would have noticed me earlier. <He glanced at his watch
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and found that he had lost way too much time. He was annoyed
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himself, because now he realized how many more people because of him
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incredible curiosity. So he picked up again immediately. As
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Turning around again, he heard the girl call: "My name is Karana!"
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> Karana. <, He thought over now. > Actually a nice name, but strange, very strange.
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It is strange. I would for her alone in her appearance
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hold a normal person, but this aura ... <Long, up to that
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When he met the cyborgs, he was still thinking about the dark blonde one
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Girl with the starfish-shaped blue stone in her right ear and this one
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Eyes, greener than the forest after ...
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So, I've packed the third and fourth parts together. I haven't changed much this time. It's also a bit short, but I'm blocked at the moment. My creativity leaves a lot to be desired, which is why it all takes so long. I hope you will forgive me!
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Amy
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PS: H. E. L.
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