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Downtown Conton- a busy hub of commerce and conversation- with such great amenities like “Restaurant” and “Store”. Were Urito the type, she’d probably make a witty remark about the bland name production, but right now Urito was a girl on a mission. A mission to get stronger- and one person in particular seemed to offer the kind of training she’d need. 

‘At least until Prince Vegeta manages to take some time out of his schedule,’ Urito thought. But she wasn’t jealous. No, of course not- the Prince was a busy man, with many responsibilities. So what if he’d been putting off teaching her to get in touch with the Golden Oozaru for months. She had no reason to be bitter about it. Nope.

Shaking her head of those thoughts, she resumed her original train of thought- searching for that purple haired android woman. Goken had told her she was strong- and as an opinion she trusted, she figured it’d be a good idea to get some training in. 

If only she had remembered that androids had untraceable ki. Kami damn it. Urito growled, her ki flaring as she shot into the air, cupping her hands around her mouth.