Trunks. [Hmmm...the guy actually kind of looked like a Super Saiyan, with his hair all blond and spikey. But his eyes weren't green, they were a strange glowing blue that made Trunks blink if he looked too long at them. That, and his papa would have certainly told Trunks if there were any other Saiyans here that he wasn't aware of, right?
Of course.
The sword in his hand looked cool, though; it looked as if it was a piece of machinery rather than a weapon, little grooves and latches obvious to someone who'd watched their mother build robots from scratch since he was small. He fought the urge to ask the man if he could take it apart and instead squared his shoulders and lifted his chin.]
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Of course.
The sword in his hand looked cool, though; it looked as if it was a piece of machinery rather than a weapon, little grooves and latches obvious to someone who'd watched their mother build robots from scratch since he was small. He fought the urge to ask the man if he could take it apart and instead squared his shoulders and lifted his chin.]
Who're you?