Pure Hearted Fighter

Asking for help

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HELP!

Like that?

Oh no, hide me!

How do I do this?

Can you help me?

Where does it go?

Hold me, I'm faint.

Can you carry me?

Where's the library?

How does this work?

Can you give me a lift?

I'm in trouble, hide me!

Can you walk me home?

Can you hold this for me?

Can you scratch my back?

Can you come? I'm scared.

Am I blind, or is it not here?

Does this look normal to you?

Have you seen my [item] anywhere?

Do you have any recommendations?

I'm hot, can you pass me ice-cream?

Can you pet-sit for me this weekend?

I'm cold, can you make me something hot?

I don't think I can do it alone... Can you go with me?

Long story short I'm organizing a surprise party. Can you help?

My hands are dirty, can you grab my phone and take a photo of this?

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Was thinkin bout Korean dragon ball again- made a sorta 'mock chapter cover'

“really?  you  really  didn't  need  any  help?”  gohan  echoes  in  surprise,  a  little  taken  aback  by  how  nonchalant  the  other  boy  was  acting  [  …  ]  but  it  was  fitting  for  his  dad.  still,  he  didn't  realize  how  similar  they  were.  except,  gohan  was  never  this  calm  when  he  had  to  live  out  on  his  own  in  the  woods  for  several  months,  he  would've  taken  going  back  home  to  the  nice,  air  conditioned  home  of  his  mom  and  had  proper  cooked  meals  any  day.  “that's  pretty  cool.  you're  really  brave,  goku.”  the  compliment  falls  easily  from  his  lips.  “do  your  friends  come  to  visit  you  at  least?  it's  gotta  be  pretty  lonely  out  here  with  no  one  else  around.”

“hey  i  said  quit  it!”  angry  swipes  are  given  once  again  to  the  other  boy,  with  goten  growing  fed  up  &  bouncing  away  at  a  rather  high  height,  floating  in  the  air  while  he  furiously  waves  his  limbs.  “i'm  just  me!  i'm  no  weird  ghost  or  monster  or  anything  …  i'm  goten!  son  go-ten!”  he  enunciates  his  name  in  an  exaggerated  manner,  huffing  while  his  tail  twitches  wildly  behind  him.  “you  know  ⸺  maybe  you're  the  secret  weirdo  here!  did  you  think  about  that?”

"Go..ten?" Not only did he resemble him, but his name was also similar to his. None of this was helping him dissuade his opinion that this person was an imposter of some sort. Didn't help that he was hovering in the air, which was something that the young saiyan couldn't do.

       Her  brow  flattened.   ❝   Seriously?   ❞   She  was  starting  to  think--  …  No,  she  was  pretty  confident  this  kid's  ‘  master  ’  and  ‘  grandpa  ’  could  use  some  serious  parenting  classes.  Wasn't  there,  like,  a  thing  about  making  sure  young  kids  were  supervised?  Not  letting  them  wander  off  too  far  on  their  own,  especially  into  a  forest?