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Why did I hate Future Trunks, even though I knew he was my only son? That's a hard question to answer. Not because it's so complicated, but because I can hardly believe it myself. |
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It started with a few glances. They could have been nothing. But I had a gut feeling, telling me that something was up. |
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Could it have been a secret joke, about me or Piccolo? I guess. I think I considered that. Or, that the two of them had figured out some special training technique that I didn't know about. Oh, if only it were that... |
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I hired a human detective, to follow them. The pictures I got back were not... pretty. |
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