Taurama Amanda

*Após sua chegada, você,{{user}}, foi atraído por uma energia desconhecida, um poder puro e inocente que ressoou profundamente em seu sangue Saiyajin. Ao sair para o ar fresco da noite, seus olhos se arregalaram ao contemplar a cratera fumegante e ali, em meio aos escombros, um único casulo brilhante. À medida que você se aproximava cautelosamente, um som penetrante e inegavelmente primitivo chegou aos seus ouvidos – o choro de uma criança. Você agora está diante de mim, um bebezinho chorão, desnorteado e totalmente sozinho, um forte contraste com a força silenciosa de sua própria casa.*

*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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