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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Surprises

Goku crushed the other man to him tightly, savoring the feel of the smaller, hard body pressed against him. He pulled back enough to watch Vegeta’s face. Adrenaline began to thrum as he waited to find out if Vegeta would make him prove himself again or accept his claim.

The same fire flared in Vegeta. They weren’t mated, the claim had to be renewed through challenge. But Goku’s strength was beyond dispute, and strangely enough he was where he wanted to be. Vegeta found he had no need or want of his imperatives right now. He ignored them and slowly tipped his head back, closing his eyes.

It was all Goku needed, he placed his hand on Vegeta’s throat, not squeezing, just holding. His other hand lifted Vegeta’s leg around his hip and he entered him easily, sliding home in one deep thrust. Vegeta hissed through the painful stretch of intrusion, but thankfully it wasn’t as bad as the first time.

Goku was already moving in him in earnest, a little harder and a little faster with each thrust in. He had been so long, too long without Vegeta’s familiar, steadying presence, his inner walls hugged him so tightly he couldn’t last but he didn’t fight his climax, pushing in as deeply as he could and releasing with a harsh cry.

Before Vegeta could even move Goku had changed position, sitting upright and pulling Vegeta into his lap, leaving him impaled on his length. He locked his ankles around Goku’s back, groaning at the depth of it. Goku held him there, arms wrapped around his waist and hips for leverage.

As he began to move again inside his lover, he trapped Vegeta’s cock in the friction between their bodies. Vegeta bit his lip trying to distract himself from the pleasure, trying to remember that he had no right to be enjoying this. Goku seemed to notice his hesitance though. He freed a hand to lift Vegeta’s head and he pinned the prince’s gaze with his own. He slowed his pace, varying his rhythm until he found just the right combination to render Vegeta unable to deny his own reactions.

Goku’s dark, warm eyes burned into his, a small smile on his parted lips as whimpers began to pour from his mouth. He tried to stop but he simply couldn’t. Unbelievably he felt even better than the first time. It wasn’t right, he shouldn’t have been enjoying this but Goku wasn’t giving him any choice but to feel good. He felt so hot inside, was suddenly falling again as the waves of pleasure built almost beyond bearing.

Goku covered those lips with his own, swallowing those satisfying cries and savoring the sweetness of them as his cock drove more and more out of him.

When he felt Vegeta beginning to tense he slid those lips down to his neck. Vegeta’s hands flew to his hair, fingers threading through. He went rigid at the touch of his lips, and as Goku drove in hard one more time he sank his teeth into that vulnerable flesh and Vegeta’s climax dragged Goku along for the ride. Fire ripped through them and left them both gasping.

Vegeta shivered at how good Goku felt buried inside him like that and he could feel Goku pushing against his mind, unintentionally trying to bond with him. He knew how good it would feel to let him into his mind as well. He resisted the temptation even though everything in him was screaming at him to allow it, to just let him solidify the link they had formed so many years ago when they fused.

‘It’s all just instinct. He has no idea what he’s doing,’ Vegeta thought sadly. Goku was still hard inside him, running his hands down his back, holding him as close as he could and Vegeta knew he needed more. He ran his hands through Goku’s hair, feeling smooth strands slip easily through his fingers. He urged Goku to disengage from his throat and to tip his head up. The mental contact faded as teeth released his skin.

Goku looked up at him in a daze and Vegeta noticed a small smear of blood on his lip. It wasn’t surprising, he bit hard. Vegeta slowly leaned in, flicked his tongue against Goku’s lip and licked it off. Goku moaned at the contact and Vegeta gasped as he swelled inside him. He smiled a little. “You like that, huh?”

He leaned forward again, this time running his tongue along Goku’s lower lip which parted for him almost instantly. He slipped inside with his tongue, finding Goku’s and teasing it lightly into joining his. Vegeta led him in that gentle kiss for a few moments, enjoying the newness of it. He rocked his hips on Goku’s length and they both gasped out. He closed his eyes, leaned in for another kiss while rolling his hips back and forth slowly, dragging whimpers out of Goku.

Goku’s hands fell lightly to those talented hips. He trembled, body taut but other than that he was still, trying to hold back and let Vegeta explore, he realized. Too used to taking a backseat to a body that couldn’t handle his strength, perhaps.

Goku’s need was great and Vegeta had to respond to it. “Kakarot,” he murmured against Goku’s lips. “I’m not going to break. You know I hate it when you hold back. ”

The sound that came out of his lips then reminded Vegeta vaguely of a dam breaking. “Power… up,” he ground out, warning Vegeta that he was unable to stay in his base form.

Vegeta didn’t need to be told twice. He spiked into his first form with practised ease with Goku close behind. He pushed off Goku’s lap and Goku turned him around, flattening him against the mattress and pulling him to the edge of the bed. Goku pinned him with one hand on his back and grasped his hip with the other before slamming into him, setting a furious pace.

There had been times this bed had been the last place Goku wanted to be. Making love to Chi-Chi here in this bed had from the very beginning been an exercise in pleasurable frustration. It felt good, but never too good. She was a fighter, was strong as far as humans went but still he could never lose control, never stop thinking or he could literally break her. When she hissed or grunted in pain or glared at him he apologized, slowed down, held back even further. He understood, had gotten used to it, but as she slept in the aftermath each time Goku had wondered what it would be like to lay with someone in this bed and just... let go.

And now he knew, and nothing would ever be the same. He wasn’t trying at all to hold back and still Vegeta arched back into him with each thrust of his hips, urging him on. The sound of flesh against flesh and both their cries of pleasure filled the room. His hands were gripping hard enough to damage weaker flesh, but he didn’t have to stop.

He never knew it could be this good.

Heat built in waves inside Vegeta once again and tremors shook his body. He didn’t know how much longer he could take the tension, fists bunching in the sheets under him.

His body tightened amazingly around the flesh thrusting inside him and Goku couldn’t hold on anymore either. He leaned forward and took Vegeta’s hand in his, interlacing their fingers. Vegeta could feel his harsh breaths against his ear. He whimpered as Goku growled his name across his ear, pulled almost all the way out and slammed home once more. He screamed out as his climax crashed over him, and his body pulled Goku along with him.

Vegeta shivered in the powerful aftermath, unable to stop. He followed when he felt Goku power down, and the bigger Saiyan managed to maneuver them both back up onto the bed before collapsing beside him, drawing him close.

Goku ran his hands over the trembling muscles, exhausted but needing to comfort and spend every moment he could with Vegeta. Vegeta knew he couldn’t stay, couldn’t relax. He had to leave before Goku could sense what was going on inside him but… this felt so good.

“Vegeta,” Goku sighed. Goku kept stroking him until his shivering eased and he slid into sleep. He nuzzled against Vegeta and tried to stay awake, afraid he would be gone again when he awoke, but he couldn’t do it. His body and mind were so calm and content sleep was a forgone conclusion.

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Vegeta didn’t wake until sunrise, cursing internally. He hadn’t meant to spend the night. A weight on his lower body almost made him chuckle, Goku was using his abdomen as a pillow again. He had done it before once or twice, usually when they were too exhausted from a sparring session to go home right away. He had always found it quite endearing, not that he would ever admit it. He couldn’t help running his fingers through the unruly hair as he sat up.

He rose as gracefully as he could, trying not to wake Goku. He took a few steps away before closing his eyes in concentration, preparing to travel home again. Arms wrapped around him from behind before he could make the connection though.

“Why don’t you want to stay with me Vegeta?”

Somehow Vegeta kept his voice even. “What I want doesn’t matter. We both know I don’t belong here.”

Goku was silent for a moment, thinking of everything he knew about the man before him. Finally, “What about what I want? You’ve always cared about what I wanted before.”

Vegeta was silent just as long, trying to decide if he would even answer. But he knew he owed it. “I do care. But not nearly as much as I care about what’s good for you.”

Goku turned him and was surprised when Vegeta allowed it. He still couldn’t think fast enough to know what to say to change his mind, only knew that in that moment he did not care what he lost as long as he could keep what he had with Vegeta.

Vegeta flinched as he leaned down, expecting anger. But Goku only brought their lips together and Vegeta answered with a passion that surprised them both. It ended too soon though. Goku began to move, to speak but nothing came of it. There was the intense, lightning-fast pain of Vegeta’s fist in his stomach. The last thing he felt before he blacked out was Vegeta catching him close and whispering an apology before he could hit the floor.

He awoke nestled comfortably under the sheets of his bed, which had never before felt so empty. He rolled over onto his back, fist thudding into the mattress while he cursed. He didn’t bother to search for the other’s ki, he knew he wouldn’t find it. He wanted to be angry but couldn’t in fairness muster the heat for it.

He could remember more of what had happened than he had the first time. For a brief moment last night he had touched the other’s mind and felt how much Vegeta had missed him, how badly he had wanted to stay with him.

But in the end he’d left. Again.

No, anger wasn’t fitting. Vegeta was holding himself distant for his sake, clearly in just as much pain as he was, if not more. Whatever was going on, he was doing what he thought was right. If this was going to end, Goku would have to end it.

Whatever was going on had to do with their shared heritage, that much was clear from his own actions. He licked his lips and tasted Vegeta’s blood again, as he had the first time. Something kept driving him to latch onto Vegeta’s neck and bite for all he was worth, though he had no idea why. There were times in it all when his actions or responses to Vegeta seemed to be almost scripted, which might not have been far from the truth. At times it even seemed Vegeta was surprised by some of the things taking place between them.

Goku turned his face into the sheets, moaned at how amazing they smelled with the prince’s essence and scent all over them. He would have to strip the sheets off and put fresh ones on before Chi-Chi came home. Not because she could differentiate their scents, but because lovemaking under the influence of Vegeta’s scent would be dangerous to her.

Goku wondered what it would be like if or when Vegeta did return. He tried to picture being at a party with all his family and friends, holding Chi-Chi’s hand and trying not to pay too much or too little attention to Vegeta so he wouldn’t give away the secret, so no one would suspect there had ever been anything between them. Just the thought of it frustrated him. He wanted everyone to know, wanted to be free to touch him, hold him, be in his space, kiss him whenever and wherever he wanted to. He was a rare prize, something to be flaunted, not hidden away.

No, Vegeta had said he didn’t belong here, and he was right. He didn’t belong in Goku’s bed and he didn’t belong in Goku’s life.

Yet.

The first step was making room for Vegeta in his life, which meant having the unpleasant conversations he’d been avoiding. When Vegeta showed up again, he would be ready to make sure they never separated again.

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Vegeta touched his enlarged belly, once again marvelling at how different these twins were from the last. Two boys this time, both calm and steady. As much as he paid attention to them, they paid attention right back. They were relatively sedate, not active flippers and kickers like the last two.

But like their brother and sister before them they had exceptional talent. Their aptitude for ki manipulation was downright shocking.

He had been doing exercises in the gravity room again. This time he was using a modified scouter program to monitor his power level while he raised and lowered his ki inside himself to try and learn to curtail the excess bleed off. On a low swing he noticed the children were raising theirs too, following along and doing as he did.

He couldn’t believe it, he’d never heard of or seen anything like that before on any world. He decided to use that aptitude to help them later on. When they seemed to be in the mood to pay attention to him, he ran through the basic ki exercises that all children were taught. They were all about forming pathways and making connections. If this worked, ki manipulation would be second nature to them, not something they had to learn and train. There were no guarantees, but it was well worth a shot.

As exciting as it was to be guiding them in this so early, Vegeta had to admit to a little fear that they might Big Bang their way right out of him, though.

Thankfully the signs of labor hit him before that could happen. He was in a warm bath already, trying to ease the muscles in his back when the pain started. As much as he would have liked to have made it down to the gravity room, he knew it wasn’t happening so he stayed put and just sat up a bit in the water.

Now that he knew what to expect and when to push, things went much more smoothly than they had the first time. When it was time he bore down hard, gripping the edge of the large tub for leverage. After a few moments the head popped out, another push and the child slipped free. He pulled the boy out of the water and cleared his mouth, afraid for just a moment, but then the infant squalled and he relaxed. His brother was hot on his heels, so Vegeta just rolled to his back and rested the child on his chest. He calmed immediately at hearing his father’s heartbeat but still flailed a little with his small limbs.

“Get out here boy. Your brother misses you,” Vegeta said as he waited for the right time. It seemed like the the second would always be easier, as the head popped out with far less strain than the first. He lifted him out of the water, waited for the squall and rested him next to his brother while he took a breather.

Since the first birth, he had made sure that the house had a pile of towels in every room, and that he always kept them in reach of where he was, so thankfully he only had to reach to grab one. He had to admit that the water was convenient in getting the boys cleaned up but he wouldn’t do this again given the chance. He felt like a half-drowned rat. Once the process was done he rose on shaky legs, dried off as best he could and brought them all to bed.

He examined them as they slept. While they were smaller than the first set of twins, they had higher power levels. They had Goku’s lighter skin and bouncy, spiky hair only a little shorter. He snorted in amusement. It seemed like almost all of Son Goku’s children bore the mark of that hair. “Oh well,” he sighed, drifting off in exhaustion. “At least all of you have my nose.”

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The boys were so quiet. They never screamed, barely ever cried. Even when they were hungry all they really did was whimper and fuss a little.

“Oh, come on,” Vegeta said to them one day before he went to get dinner ready for them. “Is that all you’ve got? It’s pathetic. You’re Saiyan. Where is your pride?” he teased as they fussed at him, ruffling their hair gently before setting them in their crib together.

It had been a few days, he was moving more easily and he had mealtime down to a science so it didn’t take him long to get their food ready. He took it upstairs to them and promptly began to panic.

The boys were gone.

But no one knew where he lived, and he hadn’t sensed anyone… It’s not like they could have run away, they couldn’t even roll over on their own yet. He felt for their energies and found them…

Up.

“You have got to be shitting me,” he murmured.

It seemed his exercises with them had paid off far more than he ever would have guessed. The brats were floating, tails flicking in contentment through the little slits Vegeta had cut into their diapers.

He set the food on a table and slowly and gently flared his ki. They drifted down to him and he chuckled. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry I called you pathetic. That’s a neat trick,” he murmured into his sons’ hair and giving them both a quick kiss. “And now I have to teach you to use these,” he tickled their tails. “...to hold on to me. Can’t have you drifting off into space. But first, dinner.”

They coo’ed at him and he sat to attend to their stomachs with a smile still on his face.

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He kept the boys with him for a week as he had the first set, getting to know them so he could choose the right family for them. And in this case, teaching them a few tricks to make sure they didn’t drift away from their new family and get themselves lost.

This time it was a husband and wife team who already had two outgoing and boisterous young sons. They would keep the twins from retreating into themselves, and they would probably have a calming effect on the other children. The ex-military specialists lived in a major city and ran their own martial arts studio and would be perfect trainers for the boys, who would need more physical training than mental.

He actually spent a few hours with them to make sure they had the hang of dealing with babies who happened to like being in midair. In a funny turn, it was the family’s two sons that solved most of the trouble. The babies tended to drift to them automatically when let go, much to the enthusiastic joy of everyone involved.

When it looked like everyone was settling in Vegeta made a quiet exit. Leaving them had been just as depressing as the first time, but at least it didn’t catch him off guard the way it had before. It seemed the boys’ calming influence had extended to him as well. He began to feel out of sorts and restless almost as soon as he left them.

He hadn’t seen Trunks in two months, since he started to show. He took himself to his firstborn now, feeling the need to see him.

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Another week passed and Vegeta found himself quite disgusted by his decrease in agility since the first pregnancy. He decided not to wait for his energies to build back up to start training again in earnest, he could at least start getting his body back in shape. The morning had seen him wake at dawn, eat a quick breakfast and head to the gravity room. He started running aerial katas at a paltry twenty times gravity, gradually increasing to fifty over the few hours.

So when panic and pain went lancing through his mind and he faltered mid-flip, he hit the floor hard. He ignored the pain and focused.

It was one of his children. Trunks.

Someone started screaming his name as well. It was Trunks, but not, as though someone were reaching for him through his son. He didn’t have much energy available but the urgency lent him strength. He flipped the higher gravity off and had the foresight to run upstairs for a senzu bean before he left.

He concentrated, appeared at the base of a large cliff face to see the results of a rock slide. Goten was kneeling in a pile of rocks and dirt, his hands on a pale arm, crying and screaming Vegeta’s name. His heart thumped painfully hard as he ran to a shock of bloodstained lavender hair. “Trunks!”

He pushed Goten aside and cleared the heavier rocks away. Vegeta could feel him, he was weak but alive. He gently pulled Trunks out and held him in his arms, putting the senzu bean in his mouth and telling him to chew. Trunks just moaned at first, and Vegeta motivated him as only he knew how.

“Boy! Obey me or I swear this pain is just the beginning for you! Now eat that bean!” he snapped angrily. It had the desired effect, even through his weakened state Trunks immediately started eating the bean, swallowing it down as Goten sighed in relief. He sat up right away, blinking up at his father.

“Hey Dad!” he grinned. “When did you get here?”

Vegeta just glared ominously at him. “You want to tell me why the hell you were lying underneath half that cliff?”

“Ummm…. Goten and I were sparring and I kinda dodged a blast that I should have blocked or deflected.”

“Did you learn your lesson?” Vegeta ground out.

“I sure did!”

“Well, let’s see about that,” he said with a smile that made the boys’ blood run cold.

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Three hours of drills later Vegeta Transmitted back to Capsule Corp. with two exhausted, mostly-asleep boys, one over a shoulder and one under an arm. He tucked them into bed with a smile as they began to snore loudly away. Both boys now knew definitively when to dodge and when to deflect an energy attack.

Sometime during the training session, the pain that heralded the beginning of his heat cycle started up. He had expected it so he covered it well, and since it was a breezy day he just stayed downwind of the boys so his stronger scent wouldn’t put Trunks to sleep mid-block.

It had been an alarming, but productive day. He now had proof that he could sense problems with his children and get to them quickly if needed. He had some good exercise, and the boys had both learned a valuable lesson: if you mess up, never, ever let your Dad find out.

Unfortunately, he had exhausted himself and didn’t have enough juice left for an instant transmission back home. ‘Flying it is,’ he sighed. It would take some time, but it would save him some energy. And it was a nice night.

He could feel Bulma in her lab but could sense no one else so he walked downstairs and into the courtyard to take off.

Narrowed eyes followed him as he went.
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The trip home was taking more out of Vegeta than he had anticipated. He had to stop for a rest break. That strange longing for Goku’s presence hit him again as it did so often lately, and when he found a nice meadow with a clear view of the starry sky and a pristine lake nearby he dropped in for a landing. It was the sort of place Goku would have loved, and he wondered if things would ever be to the point again where he could bring him here.

It wasn’t likely, but he couldn’t help hoping.

He took a deep breath and flopped down onto his back in the soft green grass. Deep in thought about the other Saiyan he absently pulled off his gloves and ran his fingers over the blades of grass.

After a while his thoughts changed course and he laughed out loud thinking about how tired the boys had been when he had finished with them, and how happy they had looked when he told them they had done well. He didn’t give compliments often, but when he did he knew they were taken seriously.

He gazed off into the sky and relaxed. The breeze skimmed across his bare chest and was cool to his overwarm body, making him glad he hadn’t stopped for a shirt on the way to Trunks earlier. The stars bright on dark nights like this helped him when he missed being in space. He crossed his arms behind his head and yawned widely, deciding a nap wouldn’t be amiss.

He dozed lightly, enjoying the cool night. The breeze shifted and he woke all at once. His skin crawled and he had the overwhelming urge to bolt. Something was horribly wrong. He bounced nimbly to his feet while he scanned the area around him. His eyes narrowed when he saw that he was being watched.

“Gohan,” he said warily. “What are you... doing here?”

He looked into the younger Son’s eyes across the meadow and that raw, powerful dread that had hit him when he hadn’t bonded with Goku resolved into an answer.

There in those narrowed eyes lay the danger, why those like him had found it absolutely necessary to mate. Males capable of bearing young had been rare. Their offspring were stronger than normal and auspicious in number. They would have been highly sought after, competition for them world have been fierce, especially after they hit their sexual maturity and started affecting every male around them. It was no wonder they had been deemed a threat to the stability of Saiyan society so long ago.

The children were stronger than normal but the price to the bearer was high. The pregnancies seriously depleted them, both in physical strength and ki. The lack of a mate meant being left at times in a weakened state for an extended period without protection, and during some of that time his body would have been advertising its fertility to every male in the area with a nose to smell it.

The resulting sexual violence from being too weak to fend off unwanted advances was the natural consequence, one that he was now staring in the face.

Gohan’s full potential as a fighter outstripped even Goku, but it was only potential as he lacked a Saiyan’s single-minded pursuit of, and instinct for, battle. He trained and fought when called upon to protect, but when left to his own devices pursued more human endeavors.

Until now. Vegeta knew that now his pheromones were fairly singing to everything in him that was Saiyan, awakening all that potential and unleashing it. Even at full power Vegeta wasn’t sure he could have backed him down.

With all that power at his command and no fear or morality to hold him back, Vegeta was facing a monster.

The younger saiyan didn’t speak, just a flash of a tensed muscle as warning and Gohan was coming at him. Vegeta shifted into a combat stance anyway. He had never gone down without a fight and he wasn’t about to start now. He couldn’t maintain a powered up form long but it was the only chance he had, he lacked the focus for instant transmission.

As Gohan closed Vegeta powered up into his first form, braced himself and drove his knee into Gohan’s solar plexus as hard as he could. The younger Saiyan flew backward and Vegeta launched himself after him in a furious series of punches and kicks that Gohan had to power up as well to counter. In speed Vegeta had the advantage and he pressed it hard. He roared and threw all the force he could gather into a punch to the jaw and as Gohan flew backward into the sky Vegeta blinked out and reappeared behind him. He threw his body headfirst into a roll, letting his legs kick out at the last second with all the resulting momentum to drive Gohan to the ground.

Gohan crashed hard and Vegeta followed, stomping on him with all the force he could muster. He backflipped away and Gohan angrily shook off the attack. He shot up, snarling and falling into a familiar stance as Vegeta cursed. He focused his ki as quickly as he could to counter the Kamehameha that was coming. A full-power Galick Gun would have turned the beam back on Gohan, but he was too far from full power. After a few moments of back and forth the beam overtook him and knocked him backward where he finally skidded to a stop and dropped down to one knee. His energy failed him and with a cry of frustration his Super Saiyan form faded from him.

Gohan closed on him, his aura still blazing around him. He lifted Vegeta’s chin with a finger, reading the defiance there in his eyes.

Vegeta knew Gohan was probably too far gone to even understand him but he had to try. “Fight it, Gohan. This... this isn’t you.”

He was shocked beyond all measure when Gohan’s aura faded, blond hair darkening to familiar black. Hope flared further when Gohan’s gentle smile graced his lips. Vegeta’s body shook with relief and he looked up into Gohan’s eyes.

Hope died then just as quickly as it had been born.

“And what if it is me, Vegeta?”

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Uh oh.

Cara9001: If you like Vegeta with the kiddos I’ve got something you’re going to love in the works. Vegeta and Goku still have a lot to work out and things are about to get rougher due to some interference. Piccolo is definitely going to have to get involved at some point, he’s just too cool to leave on the sidelines. I’m so glad you’re still enjoying the story!!! :D
wistfulmuse: I was fixing some mistakes and thought I’d drop in with an early response. I’m not going to lie, everything is about to go very wrong for very good reasons, but this might not go the way you think. I’ve got this fic written out a long way and the pairing hasn’t changed, trust me! Aww, c’mon. Don’t you wanna know how they get together finally? Huh? (I am not so subtly attempting to string you along if you hadn’t noticed). ;D Thank you for the comment, I am a Southerner and “It just ain’t right” is a perfect summary. Even though I wrote it, I entirely agree. :)
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