[The blasts come, and he runs through them, hitting away some though taking a hit here and there. It slows him down, the pain from the blasts ripping through the parts of his body where they connect until he gets close enough to jump into the air himself, disappearing and reappearing behind his son with hands cupped above his head, swinging down to try to land a blow right in between Trunks's shoulder blades.]
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