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“Shenron! Come forth and grant my wish!”
Silence. No dark clouds rolled in. No ropy green dragon emerged and glared with vicious red eyes. There was just…nothing.
“Did you say it right?”
“Of course, Goten, I’m not dumb y’know.”
The two boys crouched, inspecting the orange balls that lay on the ground at their feet. They had found them while they'd been…investigating Bulma’s lab.
Goten said, “I think these are just rocks.”
“...what?”
“I think your mum’s painted some rocks…for decoration…”
Trunks paused and then muttered the only curse word he knew. It was a good one.