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Revealed Feelings
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She had been a father's orphan since she could remember, and in her veins ran the imperious blood saiyan, that's why her desire to be a warrior had from a very young age.
Now she was seventeen.
She wanted to be the best. May be because of that she had chosen the most powerful warrior of her race as her master.
Son Goku.
He not only taught her the best attack techniques, but also provided her with the most amazing stories he had experienced with Vegeta when he was alive.
Her father.
Her mother had built a special place for both of them to train. The scientist was grateful to her best friend for giving her daughter what she could not for being a human.
Time gave her mother the most beautiful feelings she had denied before. What she did not know, however, was that the very thing that had been born in herself, was also sprouting in the least of the Briefs.
It was a sunny day when the seventeen-year-old girl gathered all her courage to finally reveal what she had in her entrails. Although she knew that the warrior did not care about appearances, she could not help but wear her best clothes.
Once in her training place, her eyes widened and her pupils were reduced. Her heart stopped and time froze. Actually, she could not process it immediately. But then came that horrible feeling: as if a cold steel spear were buried in the pit of her stomach.
A lonely tear fell. And her mother, when seeing her, with surprise, understood.
The princess fled. Goku was awake.
But he never understood the baffling and sudden action of his friend, not even his disciple's when he saw that her mother was doing it.
And now, knowing what Bulma knew about her daughter, she would never explain it to the saiyan. She only had to keep that memory on her lips.
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Thank you so much for reading!