[ There were a lot of retorts that came to mind, that Gohan did his best to keep to himself. But it was only partially succeeding, his silence coming at the cost of his demeanor faltering. He took a sharp breath, his fingernails digging into his palm with how tight he was clenching his fist. The wind picking up, causing bits of frost to form on the edges of the worn asphalt.
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The air was chilling, coming from him. ]
He would've died.
[ The anger inside him was barely restrained. ]
And we don't. Have. Dragon balls.