“No,” she typed back. “Just finally growing up.”
She looked at her own mirror-echo. The vain, brilliant, terrified shadow.
The echo-Goku lunged. She rolled, fired the plasma pistol—the beam passed right through. Physical attacks were useless. These weren’t monsters; they were arguments .
“Bringing home takeout. And maybe a hug. Don’t tell anyone.”
A low rumble shook the tower. From the central sphere, three figures stepped out. They weren't solid, more like wet oil paintings of memory.
“No,” she typed back. “Just finally growing up.”
She looked at her own mirror-echo. The vain, brilliant, terrified shadow. Bulma Adventure 4 -YamamotoDoujinshi-
The echo-Goku lunged. She rolled, fired the plasma pistol—the beam passed right through. Physical attacks were useless. These weren’t monsters; they were arguments . “No,” she typed back
“Bringing home takeout. And maybe a hug. Don’t tell anyone.” Bulma Adventure 4 -YamamotoDoujinshi-
A low rumble shook the tower. From the central sphere, three figures stepped out. They weren't solid, more like wet oil paintings of memory.
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