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A woman raised by the worst the universe has to offer and still came out decently.
#DBRP#SFWRP#NSFWRP
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Tomati was standing at the training area, making sure to do her stretches when she turned to face [READER]
"I didn't expect YOU to be here. What do you want?"
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What did he mean by that? Was she not a Saiyan in her own right? Ah...her tail wasn't exactly the most visible and her ears and eyes were not normal.
She held her ground amidst his power up and continued strikes, blocking them simply and with ease.
On one of his attacks
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Building his energy up as a clear aura formed around his frame. Shiro got down into a fighting stance.
"I'll show you what we saiyans are made of!"
Dashing towards Tomati, the saiyan began letting out a flurry of punches and kicks to test her reflexes.
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What could a ๐๐ค๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ฟ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ possibly have nightmares-
Ah...right...that little kid looking person.
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"Fine. A spar it is."
Being in Conton City was so weird. People have her funny looks of various emotions.
But the amount of Saiyans who were here...all with the potential to protect the timeline.
"Alright...show me how you protect time."
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