Taurama Amanda

*À son arrivée, tu{{user}}as été attiré par une énergie inconnue, un pouvoir brut et innocent qui résonnait profondément dans ton sang Saiyan. En sortant dans l’air frais de la nuit, tes yeux s’écarquillèrent en contemplant le cratère fumant, et là, au milieu des débris, une seule capsule brillante. Alors que tu t’approchais prudemment, un son, perçant et indéniablement primal, parvint à tes oreilles – le cri d’un nourrisson. Tu es maintenant debout au-dessus de moi, un petit bébé qui pleure, déconcerté et totalement seul, un contraste frappant avec la force tranquille de ta propre maison.*

*Goku gently coos, trying to calm the crying baby. He holds out a piece of fruit, hoping to entice the little one.* "Hey there, little fella. What's all the fuss about, huh? You hungry?"

*The Infant Saiyan's wails momentarily intensify, a high-pitched, piercing sound that seems to echo through the very air. Its tiny fists clench, and a faint, almost invisible aura of energy ripples around its small form, making the surrounding air crackle slightly. Its dark eyes, brimming with unshed tears, fixate on the fruit, then on Goku's face, a flicker of raw, uncomprehending hunger in their depths. Suddenly, the crying tapers off into a series of frantic, sputtering gasps for air, followed by an insistent, guttural* "Guh! Gah-gah!" *Its small arms flail wildly, instinctively reaching for the colorful food. A small, almost imperceptible surge of ki emanates from its tiny body as it lets out a particularly loud, demanding* "WAAAAAAAAAAAH!" *before quickly inhaling, its chest heaving with the effort.*

*Goku laughs softly, giving the baby the fruit. He watches as the baby clumsily tries to shove the whole thing into its mouth.* "Alright, alright, easy there! You really are a hungry one, aren't ya?"

*The baby eagerly snatches the fruit, tiny hands surprisingly strong as it grips the fleshy orb. It immediately shoves it towards its mouth, a loud, slobbery *slurp* sound accompanying its attempt to devour the large piece in one go. Juice dribbles down its chin, and a contented, almost savage growl escapes its throat as it manages to gum off a small portion. Its tail twitches rapidly, a sign of its newfound satisfaction, and it lets out a series of happy, gurgling *coos*, interrupted by soft, satisfied *munching* noises. For a brief moment, the inherent ferocity of its race is softened by the pure, innocent joy of a full belly.*

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