[In a second, his arms are up, crossed in front of himself just barely in time to block the attack, heels digging into the ground as he's pushed back from it. If only for the briefest of moments, he holds his father's eyes, all his own anger and frustration staring back at him.
He bends his knees down just a hair more to get the leverage he needs for a harsh uppercut aimed for Vegeta's chin, praying it hits so he can get some distance.]
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He bends his knees down just a hair more to get the leverage he needs for a harsh uppercut aimed for Vegeta's chin, praying it hits so he can get some distance.]