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[ While Giru continues to gently rub at a spot on the half-saiyan's back, Trunks slowly allows his eyes to open as he lays there, thinking of his father. Despite the way in which his father had been rather tough love about 97% of the time when he was younger, over the years, he had softened some to the point where seeing his son in such pain like this might very well anger him as well, maybe even offering to help his son exact revenge... in his own sort of way; his father's more less talk, more action when it comes to feelings and all. ]

I can't protect anyone, mom. Not back home... not even here.