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Thursday Morning	By : Spacefille Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 2626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you for your kind review Julia! Gohan will be on top eventually... but it will take a long time to get there I'm afraid. Even so I'm glad you're enjoying the fic.

The Prince

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The smell hit him first and made his head spin. He expected it to be bad, the Namekian smelled pretty strongly after all… but he didn’t expect it to be quite this overwhelming. He hastily clamped a hand over his nose as he squinted into the room.

She lay on a simple mattress on the floor, completely naked, breasts rising up and down as she slowly drew breath. Her eyes were half closed and her head turned towards the door. Vegeta could tell she could barely move by the way her hands lay at her sides, like she had just been set down. He wondered for a moment if she could even speak.

And then she did. “Vegeta,” she greeted quietly.

Vegeta took a steadying breath through his mouth and hand. “Gohan,” he replied. Okay, he could do this. He HAD done this before… one didn’t spend years under Frieza and not learn to take… pleasure once and a while. The only difference between Gohan and the rest was he KNEW Gohan. Fuck, this should be easy. Being among humans had completely ruined him…

She must have seen his hesitation because she drew a deep breath and spoke again. “It’s okay,” she said.

He shook his head slightly and he reached out with his free hand to grip the doorframe beside him to prevent himself from just charging at her. “You might feel more comfortable with your Father,” he said through his hand. He knew he had preciously little time before he lost control of himself. He wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to turn back at this point, he was already as hard as a rock and beginning to shake ever so slightly, but he felt better at least trying to give her a choice.

Gohan shook her head by rolling it slightly. “Not really,” she replied. “It’s weird either way,” she said finally. “Probably for you too…” She managed a small smile.

Vegeta clenched his teeth, wishing with all his might that the damn brat wasn’t lucid. He’d feel a lot better if she was unconscious. His grip on the doorframe caused it to crack, long line going up its entire center.

“Just… just think of something else,” Vegeta growled. It was getting really hard to concentrate on anything…

Gohan nodded and looked at the door frame, then looked back at Vegeta. His eyes were glazing over, and he was literally shaking from the effort of standing still. She could see the telltale outline of his erection under his clothes. She knew that Vegeta had a strong will but this was ridiculous. And a bit nice to know he cared that much. Suddenly she was glad Vegeta had come instead of her father, she had a feeling her Dad would have been all over her by now.

She drew a breath and for some reason felt calmer than she had since this entire thing had begun. “Let go of the door frame, Vegeta,” she said.

“If I let go I won’t be able to control myself,” he rasped back at her. That confused her for a moment, particularly the desperation in his voice. And… oh, she got it. Vegeta hated to lose control of anything, didn’t he, and that had a lot to do with his past. She could see from the look in his eyes that he was regressing to some point in his mind. She would have winced if she could move. She had expected this would be difficult for whichever Saiyan decided to come, but she felt a fresh wave of guilt come over her for causing Vegeta pain.

She pushed the guilt away quickly. Not her fault, and better to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“Let go, Vegeta,” she said again as gently as she could.

Vegeta flinched despite himself and slowly let go. Gohan had told him to and he trusted Gohan, didn’t he? The kid had saved his life after all… twice…

Gohan. He shook his head slightly, then tried to focus as his thoughts slipped away. Not… he took another step forwards. It was useless to resist no matter how much he fought it. He walked the rest of the way over to her and her eyes followed him the entire way. He managed to restrain himself just long enough to gasp out an apology before he reached for his pants and took his hand away from his nose at the same time.

Things became a blur after that. He didn’t even bother taking off his pants all the way, just jerked them down to free himself. He was vaguely aware of the keening cry Gohan let out as kicked her legs apart and shoved inside of her, then knew nothing but heat and wet and how damn good she felt around him as he rammed into her again and again and again. She was enjoying it too, despite the first shout, her noises quickly turned into gasps and pants as she tried to rear up to meet him. He controlled her completely, with both hands around her slender waist to hold her in place as he rode her roughly.

Nothing, absolutely NOTHING that he had fucked to this point in his life felt as good. It was like she was made for him, and in a way she was, he had never been with a Saiyan woman before, and this half-breed was doing a fairly damn good job of being one. It was incredible. He came quicker than he even expected, crying out as he emptied himself into her.

He collapsed, breathing heavily, and only vaguely aware of the fact that she was still stiff and tense under him.

For a moment he wondered if he had hurt her… she was whimpering softly now, her eyes completely glazed over. She didn’t look hurt...

Oh. He got it. She hadn’t come.

Lucky for her he could felt himself starting to get hard again. He’d be ready to go again in no time at all. Her whimpering was getting louder. His head was still swimming as he lifted it to look at her. “Yeah, yeah, wait a damn second,” he grumbled, pressing a hand to his forehead briefly.

And then ki started to batter against his senses. He processed that… and his eyes widened.

She was… she was moving again, and she was powering up, fast.

A hand came up and clamped over his wrist. The grip was as hard as steel.

What?

She growled suddenly, and lunged up, flipping him over onto his back. She pinned both of his wrists down and gyrated against him, her eyes completely blank as she snarled and spat. Vegeta couldn’t contain his shock. He started to struggle against her, suddenly both terrified and horribly aroused, trying to built his ki to overtake hers. For some reason it wouldn’t come to him, no matter how hard he tried. He struggled to sit up, but another flare of ki knocked him back. It was suffocating now, he couldn’t move, couldn’t power up, why couldn’t he…

His eyes widened. Was that evolutionary? What if the process of mating somehow inhibited their ability to use their ki? Perhaps to minimize the damage? Then why…

He figured it out. Gohan’s human side let her access her ki in ways both he and Kakarrot couldn’t… and shit. SHIT.

There had never been a half Saiyan in heat before.

She let one wrist go briefly to reach under her, gripping his cock and positioning herself over it. Vegeta let out a howl as he slid inside of her, she was as hard inside as well as out, and there was practically no give. She rode him quickly and cruelly, letting his other wrist go to tear his top from his chest. She ran her hands up and down his torso before positioning them on his chest to steady herself as she moved up and down rapidly. Her fingers curved and dug in, creating ten sharp points of pain. He clenched his teeth as she quickened, speeding up until she finally tilted her head back and screamed. The warmth surrounding his cock magnified and pulsed. It pushed him over the edge despite himself, and he came for the second time with a small groan.

And then she crashed. That was the only word for it. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she went completely limp as she collapsed on top of him.

The ki that surrounded him and held him immobile left as fast as it had come. Vegeta scrambled out from under her, breathing heavily as he stared down at her unconscious body. It took him a couple seconds for him to realize that she might not just be unconscious. He couldn’t feel her ki at all any longer.

He acted without thinking really, reaching out and grasping the sides of her face. His hand glowed and he stared at them, a bit surprised that he could access his ki NOW. He didn’t feel her take any from him, at least not noticeably, but a second later her ki was back again and she opened her eyes. She blinked, looking more than a little confused as she focused on him. “V – Vegeta?” she questioned.

He let her go, giving her a wary look as he moved away from her.

She groaned and moved to push herself into a sitting position. A sudden smile lit up her face. “I can move again!” she exclaimed happily, inspecting her hands. “I… oh.” She turned back to Vegeta, her smile dropping as quickly as it had come. “Vegeta, are you okay?” she asked with concern. She reached out towards him and didn’t miss the small cringe. Her eyes widened. “Oh god, Vegeta, what did I do?”

“Nothing,” he replied. He looked down at himself and was a bit surprised to see his pants were still intact. Huh. He pulled them up and paused as a hand touched his arm, then continued across his bicep to touch the remains of his shirt.

He looked up again. Gohan’s eyes were on his chest, the worried look on her face growing. “You’re bleeding,” she said.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, all of his tension leaving him at that. Gohan was back to normal, and normal for her meant worrying just as much as her damn father about stupid inconsequential things. If he didn’t say SOMETHING she was going to spend the next who knows however long worrying about something she had absolutely no control over and why didn’t he let Kakarrot deal with this again? Did he WANT this extra responsibility?

He glared at her, and she looked up at him, large black eyes meeting his.

And then the only thing Vegeta could think of was that Gohan made a damn pretty girl.

He reached and took her chin in his hand, leaning forwards and pressing his lips to hers, intent on distracting her somewhat. It worked. She stiffened for a moment then opened her mouth with a small “ah” sound, letting him deepen the kiss. His hands slid down her shoulders, sides, and finally settled on her hips. She felt heat flush her body, not the same oppressive heat as she had felt for the last three weeks, but something closer to a nervous thrill. She gasped as he pushed her gently, then harder, causing her to fall back onto the mattress. He straddled her as he continued to kiss her, at the same time removing the gloves from his hands. She let out a needy moan as warm palms cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking over her nipples, then continued downwards, stroking her stomach. She reared up suddenly, jerking away to gasp, and looked up to find Vegeta was all out grinning down at her. She had seen those kind of grins on his face before, a lot back when she was a child actually, and it usually meant that he was about to do something really, really bad. About three weeks ago she would have shied away, but for some reason now it just made her feel hotter.

He leaned down, so his mouth was close to her ear.

“Ready for a second round?” he said.

Gohan groaned, bucking up against him. A hand had smoothed its way down to land against her sore sensitive clit. Warm fingers rubbed against it, igniting fire and slight pain from the weeks of over use. Gohan let out a short bitten off cry as another hand carried back to a breast, playing with it as well. “Oh… God,” she managed to get out. Why was this so much better than when she touched herself?

“Good,” Vegeta purred, there was no other word to describe it. “I can show you things the Namekian has never even dreamed of.”

Gohan jerked her head to stare at Vegeta. “How do you…” at that moment two fingers plunged inside of her and crooked up, making her buck. “AH.”

“I could smell you all over him,” Vegeta continued, leaning down to nibble at her neck. He bit gently, making Gohan squirm. He tsked as he pulled away. “A Namek. Imagine. Doesn’t even have the equipment, but that didn’t matter to you did it?”

Gohan gasped a couple more times, then stilled completely. Vegeta sensed the change in her immediately and stopped.

Shit. He had been doing so well… he sighed and removed his hand, bringing it back up to press it gently to the girl’s stomach.

“Gohan,” he began, sitting up to look at her. Oh fuck, and now she was crying, tears welling up in her eyes and sliding down the sides of her face. The human side coming out… or maybe it was the influx of female hormones. Either one, probably both, and there was only one way get out of this situation intact.

“I’m sorry,” Vegeta apologized.

Gohan gave him a surprised look through her tears. “I – It’s okay,” she said, swiping at her face with the back of one of her hands. “I just… I wish I hadn’t…”

Hmm… Vegeta narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

Gohan looked distraught. “Because he… he’s my best friend and I…” her face crumpled.

Vegeta glowered. Now that he knew the problem… “Stop that immediately,” he ordered.

Gohan looked surprised again. She struggled to sit up and finally managed it. Vegeta glared at her. “What?” she said, a little frightened now. Vegeta looked really pissed off suddenly, and her tears were quickly forgotten in the face of the fact that she was sitting stark naked next to the volatile Saiyan.

“You’re projecting,” Vegeta said as he continued to glare at her.

“Huh?” Gohan replied articulately.

Vegeta frowned. The kid wasn’t that dumb. “Do you REALLY think he cares? He’s an alien. He’s not human, he’s not Saiyan, he’s not even from this planet. Why would sex matter to him?”

“…” Gohan opened her mouth and closed it again.

Well, he had made her think at least. “Do you think sex matters to me?” Vegeta asked pointedly.

Gohan looked confused now. “I… yes? I mean, doesn’t it?”

Vegeta snorted. “I wasn’t raised here, brat, I couldn’t care less.”

Gohan looked both curious and immensely relieved at the same time. “Really?” she asked.

“Yes.” He was lying, just a bit, but she didn’t need to know that. It was better for her to think this was all nothing to him. And that it didn’t matter. Because it didn’t, she had about as much control over this chain of events as he did. It happened. That’s it. Well, the bit there at the end he had control over… but that had been fun and she deserved to remember sex as something that wasn’t awkward or forced…

As for what she had done to Piccolo it didn’t matter to the green alien at all either. And THAT was something he knew for sure.

“But Piccolo…” she started and Vegeta cut her off, finding this tedious.

“I saw him die for you when you were a small child,” he snorted. “That stupid Namek loves you, and will do anything for you, will let you do anything to him, and he doesn’t mind one bit. The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll both be,” he couldn’t believe he was giving relationship advice to someone who had just fucked him within an inch of his life, but then again, today had been anything but normal.

When Gohan still continued to look a little lost Vegeta reached out, grabbed her and flipped her on her back with her arm twisted high and hard. Gohan let out a cry of surprise more than pain, Vegeta wasn’t pushing hard enough to break it. Yet. “If I broke your arm right now, who do you think will come running?” the smaller Saiyan hissed.

“… Dende?” Gohan replied, though she was smiling now.

Vegeta let her go. “Feh. You know who I meant,” he said, settling back.

Gohan sat up slowly, and then wrapped her arms around her knees. She stared despondently at the wall, and Vegeta wondered what the problem was now. “What if my feelings change once this is all over and go back to being a guy?” she said quietly.

That took Vegeta a little by surprise. That meant the kid really did like the Namekian… as more than a friend, and wasn’t just regretting what she had done to him. Or at least thought she liked him, the entire last couple weeks and the heat and hormones had probably changed her quite a bit. She was right; she might feel completely different once this was all over.

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his eyes. He didn’t want to sit here and psychoanalyze her feelings. Honestly all he wanted to do was either fuck her again, or go home. Or just go home actually, seeing as the moment had been lost the instant she started crying. That had been his fault, admittedly, he had forgotten for a moment how old Gohan really was. She was still a child, and things like this would bother her more because it was all new to her.

He groaned mentally. Someone really needed to get the brat another woman to talk to... “Then your feelings change,” he growled. “And Piccolo still won’t regret it, so there’s no point in you worrying about it.”

When he looked at her again, Gohan had a brilliant, if teary, smile on her face. She reached over and threw her arms around him. He went to push her off, and then thought better of it. “Thanks Vegeta,” she mumbled against his neck.

“You’re acting like a woman,” Vegeta pointed out.

“Well in case you haven’t noticed…” Gohan replied dryly, pulling away again. She sat back on her heels and actually blushed, looking a bit embarrassed.

Now that was enduring.

He leaned over, taking her chin in his hand again. He paused and when she didn’t pull away he proceeded to kiss her thoroughly. When he let her go again he was pleased to see Gohan was nice and flushed and he gave her a knowing look.

She blinked. “You’re, uh, you’re good at that,” she said, clearing her throat self consciously.

“Practice,” Vegeta replied. Good enough, he was confident he could now go home in peace. He got to his feet, yanked off the remaining shreds of his shirt and brushed off his pants. He leaned down and picked up his gloves one by one. Gohan watched him quietly, standing up herself as he headed for the door.

“Vegeta.”

Vegeta paused and turned back slightly.

Gohan stood in the middle of the room now, toeing the floor shyly. “Thanks,” she said with wide eyed sincerity. “For not making this horrible.”

Vegeta gave her a smug smirk and turned, walking the rest of the way out of the room.

He allowed a small smile to play at the corner of his mouth as he walked down the hall. Success, all in all he felt he played this one quite well. She didn't hate him, he had made her feel better, and they both walked away with minimal to no injuries. And here he had thought that this would be a disaster from the start.

Piccolo was sitting cross legged meditating at the edge of the upper deck when he got there. Vegeta paused when he shot him a look.

“I suppose you heard all of that,” Vegeta commented. The Namekian stood and nodded.

Vegeta eyed him. “Am I wrong?” he asked, a faint challenge to his voice.

Piccolo looked at him for a long moment, and then looked back over the side of the look out. “Gohan’s very confused right now,” he gave Vegeta a significant glance. “Thank you for being kind to her.”

Vegeta snorted. “I’m not wrong,” he said.

Piccolo shook his head, returning his gaze to off the side of the look out.

“Heh,” With that Vegeta lifted off and flew away from the palace.

Piccolo watched him go before turning to return to his young charge.

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It was getting dark by the time Vegeta approached the sprawling grounds of Capsule Corporation. He sped to a stop and dropped down onto the balcony he usually entered the house by.

Kakarrot was still inside, he could sense his ki. He sighed, knowing the other Saiyan probably wanted to be reassured that his former son was alive and well before he’d let Vegeta alone for the night. Sure enough, both he and the now youngest Son daughter sat on the couch together. Goten was playing one of his own son’s many video games and Kakarrot was pretending to pay attention. Badly.

“You can relax Kakarrot, Gohan’s fine,” he said before the other could say anything. He intended to carry on walking through the room and order them out of his house, but paused when he saw Kakarrot was staring at him. “… what?”

“Vegeta, your chest,” Kakarrot said, and then flushed bright red.

Vegeta looked down. Sure enough, ten neat little gouge marks remained where Gohan had dug her fingers into him. He had completely forgotten about those, or rather forgot that they’d be as recognizable as hand marks. He shrugged. “They’ll heal,” he said.

Now both of the Sons were staring at him, Goten too. “What now?” he said, beginning to get irritated.

Kakarrot shuffled a bit and looked away, but Goten’s chin jutted out. “You beat up Gohan!” she exclaimed, running up to him and punching him ineffectively in the leg with her little fists.

“Yes,” Vegeta replied with a smirk. He shoved her off, which caused her to fly back and land on her rear several feet away. “And she thoroughly enjoyed it.”

“VeGEta,” Kakarrot exclaimed, putting emphasis on the middle syllable of his name to show his horror. The larger Saiyan sobered up quickly. “Goten, go find Trunks and play with him for a bit,” he said.

“But…”

“GO,” Kakarrot ordered.

Vegeta was mildly impressed. He didn’t know Kakarrot had it in him to order his kids around. He thought that his woman did all of that sort of thing.

Goten glowered back at her Dad for a very brief moment, then turned tail and ran from the room.

Kakarrot waited until he was out of earshot before he turned back to Vegeta, a serious look on his face now. “What happened, Vegeta?” he asked.

Vegeta stared at him. “You want me to go into every little detail?” he asked incredulously.

Kakarrot folded his arms across his chest. “I want to know what happened to him,” he said. “He’s my son.”

“Her, she, and daughter,” Vegeta corrected.

“Whatever. Vegeta…”

Vegeta gave him an irritated look and left the room, heading for one of the many bathrooms in the house. Kakarrot followed him, to his immense displeasure.

Vegeta deliberately ignored him as he set about washing off his chest. He reached into the medical cabinet for a tube of the antiseptic the woman left everywhere because at any given time she had at least two Saiyans or half Saiyans in the house. And Yamcha, where ever that bastard was currently.

“Why don’t you teleport there and check on her yourself if you’re so worried about her?” Vegeta grouched as he spread the stuff on the puncture marks. He really should have asked Dende to heal him before he left, he reflected.

Kakarrot shifted nervously, but didn’t leave. “Vegeta…” he began again.

Vegeta’s hand clenched on the tube and he finally slammed it down on the counter. “Fine,” he said. He turned around and stalked towards Kakarrot, grabbing him by the shirt and yanking him down to eye level. Kakarrot’s eyes widened and Vegeta smirked.

He learned up so he was nearly cheek to cheek with him. “I had fun with her, Kakarrot,” he purred. “Is that what you wanted to know?” he pulled away, his eyes glittering with malice, and pressed a hand to the center of Kakarrot’s chest. He ran that hand down his stomach. The flesh under his hand twitched, which told him he was having an effect on the other. Well, that and the fact that his scent spiked. “I must say it was refreshing to play with one of our own kind,” he paused then dragged his hand lower, wondering how far Kakarrot would really let him push this. “And she was so responsive to anything I did…”

Oh there it was, the spark of anger in Kakarrot’s eyes. His wrist was grabbed and wrenched up and away. They both glared at each other for a long moment, then Vegeta growled and jerked his arm, trying to free it.

Kakarrot brought his other hand up, moving to place it against Vegeta’s forehead.

Vegeta twisted his head to the side before the other could touch him. “Don’t you dare,” he hissed. He yanked harder against the hold the other Saiyan had on his wrist, struggling now. “Let me go, NOW or I swear I’ll...” Kakarrot released him suddenly and Vegeta stumbled backwards. Kakarrot cocked his head to the side, a puzzled frown on his face as he looked the fuming prince up and down.

Suddenly he smiled, warm and sunny, having decided or figured out whatever had been going through his mind. “Gohan’s fine,” he said decisively, sitting down on the edge of the tub.

Vegeta’s jaw actually dropped open at that. “I told you that already!” he shouted at him. “Two seconds ago you wanted to know every detail!”

Kakarrot gave him a serene smile. “You weren’t angry before,” he said. “I can sense your thoughts and feelings a lot better when you’re angry.”

Vegeta’s jaw snapped shut. Oh so that’s what that was about. Would he never cease to… “I hate you,” he muttered.

“I know,” was the blithe reply.

Vegeta grit his teeth. “Next time I see Gohan I’m going to fuck her into next week,” he snapped, and with that he began to bang around the cupboards looking for a towel. He was going to have a damn shower, whether the idiot was still here or not.

“Fine,” was the reply, though a little less cheerful this time. “As long as she doesn’t mind,” he added.

Vegeta stopped cold. His rage built swiftly and without warning. “I’m not a FUCKING rapist you dumb shit,” he snarled as he turned on him.

Kakarrot was solemn in the face of his fury. “I have memories,” he said.

Vegeta’s anger left as quickly as it came, leaving a hollow sinking feeling in its wake.

Oh.

The silence was long and uncomfortable. For a while all Vegeta could hear was the sound of his own breathing.

This was the second time today he had to relive those stupid fucking memories… he was young and it wasn’t like that had been even particularly WRONG back then… he had killed millions. Millions of people, and yet this…

“That FUCKING fusion,” he growled under his breath. He glared at Kakarrot, teeth and fists clenched. “You know I’ve changed,” he spoke quietly and angrily. “You KNOW it. I wouldn’t BE here right now if I hadn’t, I shouldn’t have to reassure you of that just because something bad happened to your god damned son!” he drew in a deep breath, feeling himself actually get a bit light headed.

Kakarrot smiled at him again, and at that particular moment he wanted nothing more to smash his face in and keep hitting him until nothing remained but a bloody pulp. “I’m sorry Vegeta,” the other Saiyan said sincerely. “I guess I’m being overprotective, huh?”

Vegeta drew a couple very deep breaths and slowly convinced himself to relax. Control. He needed it. Badly. “Fine,” he said tonelessly. “It’s fine. Yes. You are,” he stared off at nothing for a second, trying to pull himself together. Fuck, this was frustrating. And he still had to have a talk with Bulma… he reached up, running his hands through his hair, clenching at it briefly before drawing them away again and glared. Kakarrot still sat there, the only other person in the universe - outside of his wife - who could drive him absolutely mad. “If I had let you go instead, you would have hurt her far worse than I did,” he said in a low deliberate voice. “I saw the way you looked at her in the lab, Kakarrot.”

Kakarrot stopped smiling. He fidgeted and looked away. “I don’t think…”

“I did your dirty work for you so that you can continue to feel good about yourself.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Kakarrot looked pained.

“It’s true and you know it!” Vegeta snapped. “So don’t give me any more of your bullshit, it’s tiring,” he turned away and found a towel at last, picking it up and heading over to the shower.

He didn’t quite make it. A warm pair of arms wrapped around him from behind, holding him gently in place.

He stiffed. “Let me go.”

“In a second,” was the muffled reply against his hair.

“NOW, Kakarrot,” he hissed. He brought his elbow back and slammed it into the other Saiyan, which had absolutely not effect whatsoever. He had braced for it, obviously.

Kakarrot drew in a deep breath. “Thank you, Vegeta,” he said. He lingered for a moment longer before letting go. A second later he had winked out of existence and Vegeta found himself alone in the bathroom.

Stupid fucking bastard… Vegeta let out a long low sigh of relief, then shrugged and shook it off. Whatever, he was gone now, and with any luck he wouldn’t see him again for a very long time.

It took him until half way through his shower to realize he had gotten thanks from Gohan, Kakarrot and Piccolo that day. He let out a groan and thumped his forehead against the wall lightly.

Well, at least he had gotten laid, for what that was worth.

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