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The white, black haired demon bounded down the gray streets of West City in a rage, half of the derelict metropolis now dead from the Kagemazoku's touch. Touketsu's thinking had completely shifted the moment he embraced his perverse beliefs. Trunks had instantly become a living representation of the woman's deceit, and Vegeta's attachment to the boy lost any influence over Touketsu's mind.
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