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station or anything since I’ve been here.”

battled things these two couldn’t even imagine.” Groans heard over his shoulder from one of the unconscious two. Nothing he’d bother with. They were lucky he didn’t deem them as an actual threat. “So. Where exactly do you guys drop criminals? I haven’t exactly seen a police—

With the money safely returned to the store owner. The Saiyan looking over to Lucy. Having nearly forgot she was with him before the commotion. “Oh! Hey Lucy—“ Her compliments bringing a faint blush. Clearly taking a less arrogant nature than his father. “It’s nothing. I’ve—

over his shoulders. Items stolen carried with ease in his hands as he approached the shop owner. A smile on display. “I believe these are yours. And these two. . .Will be out for some time. Is there a police station somewhere to drop them?”

quick roundhouse kick to the assailant. Sending him flying towards his buddy. Breaking only a few ribs in the process. Vanishing and appearing behind the smoke user. The Saiyan only striking him once at his spine. Knocking him unconscious with the other. Both men scooped—

his neck. [“Don’t get cocky, freak!”] Unfortunately for him. Blade connecting with Trunk’s skin—no damage. No piercing. No blood. It was as if his skin was made of steel. [“W-What the—?!”] “Sorry. . .You two couldn’t hurt me in a million years.” A backhand followed with a—

enough to whip up force. Dispersing the smoke. [“T-The hell?!”] “You two aren’t going anywhere. . .But to return what you stole and then jail.” The second coming into play during Trunk’s speech. Vanishing from sight only to appear behind the Saiyan. Dagger in hand aiming to—

the peace.” [“Get him!”] One shouting. Magic circle opening as gas begun to fill around the Saiyan. Hoping to block his vision. [“That’ll knock him out! Let’s go—“] “Go?” His voice calling from the smoke. A flex of bulging muscles kicking his Ki up. The aura from his energy—

two. “You know. In hindsight, you two picked a really bad time to do this.” Confusion from the two. Coming to a stop before the flying man. No magic circle. Trunk’s feet once more touching the ground. Glaring towards the two. “One thing about me. . .I hate people that break—

“Seems like you guys get pretty busy here. On second, Lucy.” He wasn’t exactly the super-hero type. But, a crime meant he wouldn’t sit back either. An instant and his feet lifted off the ground. Floating infront of the blonde before a burst of speed carried him infront of the—

“You’d be right.” A soft sigh leaving. He had a feeling he was off course, but he didn’t think it’d be this bad. “Magnolia, huh? I guess that’s the name of this to—“ [“𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅!“] Attention turning to the shopkeeper in the distance. A pair of hooded figures rushing off.—

exactly he was. “You’ve never been to West City? It’s amazing—so many people. Everyone’s so lively and—“ Stopping himself. He had to remind him that he no longer was in the future. “—It’s my home. This is Supreme City, right? Home of the electric animals?”

💭: “Yep. World’s smartest woman fell for an internet scam. . .” A nervous sweat falling down the side of his head. Shaking off his thoughts. “Let’s just say. . .My mom won’t exactly be happy she spent money before sending me out here.“ Her question did make him wonder where—

this place had any scientist supreme leaders? Apparently she ordered a part for a new device. . .But, I honestly think she may have gotten duped.” Nervous laughter as he scratched the side of his cheek. “This town doesn’t exactly scream West City technology.”

His smile radiating. Despite his toned and muscular physique. He truly did mimic the phrase “gentle giant”. “Alright. Thank you very much, Lucy. Please, call me Trunks.” Hands held by his side. Bowing his lavender hair down out of respect. “My mother was looking to see if—

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“I appreciate it, but I don’t think I’ll accept your help if it drags you away.” He was polite. Kind. It contrasted against his alien, warrior race.

“Really? Aha. . .I appreciate the help, but it does sound like you have your own struggles going on. I wouldn’t want to distract you just for my stuff.” Blade in its sheath on his back. Hands stuffed inside his pockets. His smile and muscles both shining down to the blonde. —

pay if you could help me find my way to the cities scientist. I was suppose to pick up something to deliver for my mom.”

“Times are tough, huh?” A soft voice cutting in. Trunks stepping from behind the woman. A gentle smile on the taller hybrid’s display. “Sorry for approaching. I overheard you and figured you might be familiar with the area. I’m definitely not. . .I’ll be willing to—