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End of the Road
By : Batjokes
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Goku blinked when he neared a number of shrubs surrounding a small crater.
The site was a familiar one and yet not .
Setting down his pole with the makeshift knapsack tied to one end of it, he turned to the shrubs. Noticed the blue, black, and red berries.
He placed each hand on a limb, careful to find spots that lacked thorns and pushed part of two bushes aside.
There he found a tiny space pod. Too small for anyone but an infant, or toddler. Vines and moss grew on it, but he could still see part of it.
Walking through the vegetation, to the pod he looked around, sure that the dragon ball radar had led him to that very spot.
Tapping the finger of one hand to the side of his nose he wondered aloud, “Now where are you hiding, dragon ball?”
Behind him the leaves of the shrubs rustled and he pinched his nose.
Turning around his eyes widened and he grew still. He tried his best not to make any sudden movements, nor alert the creature to his presence. He held his breath and hoped the animal didn’t intend to stay long.
The little furry beast walked over to an indent between a couple of the bushes where several large rocks were and disappeared inside.
Goku’s eyes widened as he saw a glint of orange. Letting out a breath he whispered, “The dragon ball.”
He grimaced at the scent in the air, but he knew it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. How bad it still might get if he were to snag the dragon ball from its current position then and there.
The seven star dragon ball had a fierce and foul smelling guardian.
But he had need of the sphere which sat at the entrance to the den the small beast had just walked into.
Chichi wouldn’t forgive him if he returned home smelling like that .
He shook his head. He no longer shared a home with Chichi, but having been with her for so long it wasn’t easy to not think of her reaction. Not when they’d so recently parted ways.
Goku closed his eyes and sighed. He debated whether it was best to wait the creature out, or if he should risk the natural defense of the animal. It was not as though his wishes were going to go anywhere.
Upon reopening his eyes, he noticed two beady eyes looking out from the small den opening.
With a nervous chuckle and scratching the back of his head he took a few steps back. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. So please don’t make me have to bathe in tomato soup.”
The back of his heel hit the sphere of an old space pod.
Turning his head he glanced down and carefully sat on the object. He crossed his legs, closed his eyes and held out his arms. His fingers connecting with his thumbs as he decided to meditate.
What he didn’t expect was the whirring sound followed by him opening his mouth to gag.
The area was filled with the wretched stench of the animal the sound had set off.
Goku was glad his eyes were at least closed when the small creature let loose its defensive attack.
Leaping from the spot he’d sat, and opening his eyes just a little, he reached down and swiped up the seven star dragon ball.
If he’d known the animal was going to do that anyway he wouldn’t have even bothered trying to meditate and wait for it to leave its den again.
He pinched his nose again and turned to leave when the small space pod door opened.
When something pushed out from what looked like the control panel he jumped back. His knees bent, one hand went up and the other down. In his lower hand he still held the object he’d been after.
A strange voice spoke from the consol.
“Kakarot.”
His eyes widened for just a fraction of a moment before almost shutting them again thanks to the haze in the air from the animal.
“Please keep this safe. It was forged by our peoples ancestors. Last reforged by your mother. The jewel within is far more precious than anything belonging to our people.”
“It belongs to you, Kakarot,” another voice spoke. “Be safe, my little Kakarot.”
The rest of the message got cut off as sparks shot out from the panel.
Goku quickly took hold of the piece of jewelry. Which to him looked like some sort of tiara with an odd jewel in the center. It reminded him of the color of a super saiyan’s eyes, but with a darker blue in the center.
He used his hand and sent a small ki blast to stop the sparks from starting a fire and then shut the door.
No longer able to hold his breath he coughed and charged out of the area. He winced as thorns tore through his clothes and against his skin.
The stench clung to him, the dragon ball in his hand, and the tiara in his other hand.
Now that he had all seven dragon balls he knew he could call forth Shenron. But he didn’t want to waste a wish on getting rid of the smell.
He realized that no normal bath would do. First he grabbed out a capsule and placed the rest of the dragon balls inside it along with the tiara. Placing that in his pocket he picked up his pole and knapsack and took to the skies.
Flying over the land he looked for a farm, or some wild growing tomatoes.
He passed over a small farm with stalls at the end of the driveway. There he noticed several long green vegetables. A few yellow vegetables. None of which he sought.
Lowering himself to the ground, his feet touched the grass and looked around. He didn’t see anyone.
Nearing the vegetables beneath a tall umbrella and sitting on a picnic table, the corner of his mouth quirked into a smile. There in a small green basket sat a couple of large shiny tomatoes.
He reached out a hand to pick them up when he noticed a sign on them. The sign read 550 zeni, but he didn’t carry currency on him.
With a sigh he backed away. It looked like he’d have to go to someone’s place and ask for what he needed. Where most vegetables grew wild, tomatoes didn’t appear to grow in as many places as most vegetables and fruits did.
Lifting his fingers to his forehead he IT’d to Bulma.
Bulma sat outside on a lawn chair just outside of the building she lived in.
Her nose wrinkled. “Goku!? What happened!?” She sat up and removed the sunglasses she wore.
Goku scratched the back of his head with a nervous chuckle. “I ran into a cute little black and white animal.”
“Oh, Goku, a skunk sprayed you?”
He nodded. “Do you have tomato juice?”
“There has got to be a better way to get that smell out, but I do happen to have tomato juice.” She stood up and walked into the house.
Goku followed and watched her open a cupboard full of cans of tomato juice and soup. “I don’t know why Okasan needs so much of it, but take what you need. We can always buy more.”
He grabbed as many as he could carry. “Thank you, Bulma.”
“It might be better if you washed up outside.”
“Okay.” He gave her a nervous smile and turned to head back out. He knew a perfect spot in the wild to open the cans and wash off himself and everything he’d had on him that had even a small run in with the skunk’s spray.
Once he’d flown to the location he had in mind he popped the lid on several cans. He poured one into his hair. The second down his back. The third down his front. Then smaller ones for each arm and leg.
He grimaced at the feeling of the goopy tomato juice and thick uncooked tomato soup on his person. But he had to get the scent off of him.
Once he was certain he was covered, he jumped into the water of the river and walked toward the water fall as the water fell from higher up the cliff.
Large green leaves surrounded the area. Tall trees shot into the sky, casting long shadows over the land below and part of the river itself.
Sunlight glinted off the water through the small breaks in the canopy as Goku closed his eyes and let the cool refreshing water wash away the tomato juice, tomato juice, and the stench he’d needed to use it for.
With his eyes closed he imagined what he’d wish for now that he had all seven dragon balls. He didn’t know if Shenron would be able to grant all that he asked for. There were limits after all. At least for Earth’s Dragon Ball’s.
Beginning to feel a chill, he opened his eyes and waded back to the bank of the river and hoisted himself out of the water.
Placing his pole on the ground he untied the knapsack and opened another can of tomato soup and soaked each item in it before dipping said item into the rapid water of the river.
Lifting each item to his nose to take a whiff, he set aside the ones that no longer had a hint of the stench from the skunk to one side. Those that did have any scent still lingering that was not the item’s usual scent, be it metallic or otherwise he sat to his other side and prepared to bathe them in the tomato cans again. He repeated the process thrice before dunking the picnic blanket inside as it carried the scent the most.
He blinked when he lifted the picnic blanket out and let the river take away the tomato scent and color. However, on the cloth the reddish-orange color remained.
Using Ki he dried off his clothes, and the cloth he used to wrap his items up on the end of the pole.
Taking the capsule out of his pocket he opened it to place each Dragon Ball inside yet another tomato can one at a time before dunking them in the water after allowing them to sit for a few minutes.
Finally, the last item that needed to be cleaned was the bejeweled tiara he’d found in the old space pod Grandpa Gohan had found him in when he was just a baby.
With a weary sigh he placed the tiara into the water once more after dunking it in one of the opened cans that still had some of the tomato soup left. It was one of those items that he had to be careful with due to the curve and not wanting to break it.
Never had he given much thought to his parents. Not even when he’d faced off against Raditz so many years ago. But those two voices calling him that name that very few called him and got away with it.
For a moment, he wondered if they were just as awful as the first Saiyan’s he’d met had been and if, like Vegeta, they could change.
As he thought about them, he turned his head to gaze at the seven dragon balls he’d collected. He had to hope that no one interfered with him making his wishes. There were always those that had wishes, hopes, and dreams. Some of them he was certain they could achieve on their own without the dragon balls. But wishes like his were impossible without Shenron to grant them.
At least he and his items no longer smelled like the skunk that had gotten them. It didn’t matter that the smell of tomato products remained heavy in the air.
Setting the tiara back in the capsule along with his pole and knapsack he took several steps back from the dragon balls. He lifted his hands to the darkening sky as dusk settled over the land.
Through the break in the canopy the earliest stars shone bright.
“Come forth, Shenron! And grant me my wish!”
He watched the dragon balls as they began to glow and overhead the stars grew dim as dark clouds gathered.
A large green and yellow dragon with red eyes appeared before him.
“What is your wish?” The great voice of Shenron called out.
“I wish for Saiyans who’ve never had, who’ve lost, or might in future lose their tails to be able to grow them back at will.”
Shenron remained quiet a moment. His eyes flashed and he dipped his head. “It is done. You have two wishes left.”
“I wish for the planet Vegetasei to be restored.”
Goku waited while Shenron concentrated on the wish. After a drawn out silence the wish granting dragon spoke.
“It is done. You have one wish left.”
“Shenron, are there any beta Saiyan’s left in this Universe?”
“Yes, Son Goku.”
“How many on Earth?”
“One full-blood and two half-blood on Earth.”
Goku blinked and wondered who it could be. If there were no other half-saiyan’s out there save for his sons and Vegeta’s then it had to be one of them. But there was always the slim chance of their being more Saiyans out there that they didn’t know about.
“Do I know them?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“Son Goku, Son Gohan, and Son Goten.”
He did not think that was something he’d be telling Gohan. Not when his son had Videl. At least from what he’d learned from Vegeta, beta male’s of the Saiyan race could produce either way.
“Thank you, Shenron.” That was one wish he didn’t have to make.
Upon realizing what it meant to be a beta of the Saiyan race his face grew warm.
“What is your third wish?”
“I wish for Saiyan’s to be resurrected on Vegetasei who would not hurt half-blooded Saiyans because they’re not full-blooded once I set foot on Vegetasei.”
Shenron again grew silent before he spoke. “The Saiyans that died, passed many, many years ago. Normally you would need to use the Super Dragon Balls. However, because you and your friends have saved Earth countless times, I will attempt to grant what I can.”
Goku’s toes curled and his brows furrowed.
“It is done. Once you have set your bare foot upon Vegetasei there will be some Saiyan’s brought back to life. It will not be a great number, so if you wish anyone specific to come back, concentrate on them before setting foot on the planet.”
Goku waved, “Thank’s Shenron! I will!”
Without another word, Shenron disappeared as did the dark clouds that had gathered. Once more the stars shone bright in the night.
The seven dragon balls shot into the air and scattered across the world.
Turning away from where Shenron had just been, he reached his hands into his pockets to make sure he still had the capsule with his other items.
Glancing at the mess he’d made with all the open cans he gathered them up with a ball of ki and flew back to Vegeta’s with them.
Finding the can for recyclables outside he tossed each can into it.
“Kakarot!”
He whirled around and grinned. “Hi, Vegeta.”
Vegeta frowned with arms crossed over his chest. “Why do you smell like tomatoes?”
“Better that than skunk, Vegeta!”
“Skunk?” He quirked a brow. “Just where were you and what were you doing to be caught off guard by a harmless animal?”
He scratched at the side of his nose with a nervous grin. “Heh. The skunk had the last dragon ball I needed.”
“You summoned Shenron already, didn’t you?”
Goku nodded.
“What ridiculous thing did you wish for?” Vegeta leaned in towards him and arched one brow.
“Well, if you want to regrow your tail you should be able to.”
“My tail?” Vegeta blinked.
“Yeah!” Goku grinned. “I almost forgot!” He closed his eyes and curled his hands into fists. He imagined his tail. With a soft growl of irritation and pain he felt bones reforming. Felt itchy along a limb he’d not had in quite some age.
Opening his eyes he looked down and grinned. “My tail’s back!” He lifted his dark tail and brushed his fingertips through the fur.
“Kakarot, how did you manage to do that?”
“I just imagined having my tail back and concentrated on the little left behind after it was last cut off.”
“Are you sure you’re fine with your tail being back?”
“Yes. And if we’re going into space, we won’t be here on Earth. And I missed my tail. I don’t need help washing my back with it.”
Vegeta gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as a vein popped on his forehead. “Kakarot, that’s a stupid reason to want your tail back.”
Goku chuckled. “That’s not the only reason, but it is one. You don’t have to regrow your tail. It’ll only grow back if you will it to. And if it gets cut off again, you can always will it to regrow. Although I don’t know how long it’s supposed to take after just getting removed.”
He watched Vegeta take in one deep breath after another and slowly exhale.
“Vegeta?”
“Quiet! I am trying to get my tail back.”
He watched Vegeta as a light breeze bristled through his hair. Listened to him growl out as his tail reformed and fur regrew upon the long missed appendage.
“You’ve got a nice tail, Vegeta.”
Vegeta’s eyes shot open. “Nice!?” The end of his tail flickered. “Nice? Really Kakarot. My tail is a royal tail. It is more than nice.”
Goku blinked. “Is there something about tails I don’t know?”
“I’m sure there is. A lot in fact.”
“Well, how about we go inside and you tell me all about Saiyan tails.”
Vegeta frowned. “You don’t have your own place yet?”
“No. Sorry, Vegeta. Maybe if I fix up Grandpa Gohan’s old place…”
“Never mind, Kakarot,” he said as he opened the door. “After you.”
Goku blinked. Usually men held doors open for women. And royalty usually stepped inside first. With a shrug he walked inside to one of the dark plum recliners in the living room and sat down.
He watched as Vegeta shut and locked the door. As the shorter male approached he looked him over. Vegeta might have been shorter than him, but he still had a presence all his own. Although his walk was regal and arrogant to boot, the other Saiyajin was powerful and had the muscular body honed through battle, war, sparring, and training to back up his arrogance.
A saiyan, like himself, even if their backgrounds were vastly different, who wanted to continue to achieve greater heights. To grow even stronger. Someone who never gave up and if Vegeta weren’t chasing him in strength he’d be the one training to catch up and even exceed him.
He realized he and Vegeta strove to outdo each other and in so doing continued to get stronger. But there was always someone out there stronger than themselves to face. He’d just rather they weren’t enemies and were just martial artists in a tournament, but alas those ideals weren’t always possible. Not with monsters out there that were pure evil and just never would repent.
Vegeta, taking a seat on the matching two-seater couch to the recliner Goku had taken, crossed one leg over the other.
“Kakarot.”
“Yes, Vegeta?”
“Did you only have one wish granted?”
“No.”
“Will you tell me what else you wished for?”
“Why?”
“Well, until your younger son graduates, we’re stuck here. I have to do something to pass the time.”
Goku blinked. “We could spar, Vegeta.”
“True, but that can wait until tomorrow. We’ll have plenty of time until we leave. If we don’t leave tomorrow and just let the boys catch up with us.”
“If you want to leave tomorrow, we need to tell everyone. Especially Goten and Trunks.”
Vegeta nodded. “I know, baka. Now. Do tell, what else did you wish for?”
“For a planet to be restored,” he whispered.
“What was that, Kakarot?” Vegeta stood up and walked over to him. Placed each hand on one of the chairs arms. He leaned down. “Tell me, Kakarot. So I can hear you.”
“I wished to restore a planet.”
“Did something happen to Earth I don’t know about?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Namek?”
“No.”
Vegeta’s eyes widened. “Vegetasei?”
Kakarot closed his eyes with a nervous grin and laugh.
“It’s been too long since the death of the people there for them to be summoned back.”
Goku opened his eyes. “We~ell…” he trailed off.
Vegeta’s forehead lowered to Goku’s. “What is it, Kakarot? Do not try to hide anything from me.”
Goku gulped as he felt Vegeta’s warm breath against his mouth and his forehead against his own.
“Heh. Heh. Some Saiyan’s will be resurrected when I set my bare feet on Vegetasei. Shenron said if I concentrate on who, if I know of anyone then I might be able to bring them back. The number might not be greater than a handful. Maybe a hundred or so at most.” That was what he thought. All because of the time since their death, and how much energy it took to fulfil the wish, not to mention the way he’d worded the wish.
“And who do you intend to resurrect, Kakarot?”
“Raditz, whomever my parents were, Nappa, and maybe Turles if they’re not going to go all out evil.”
“They will listen to their Prince.”
“Do… do you want your father returned, Vegeta? You said he might try and kill Gohan, Trunks, Goten, and Bulla.”
“If he even tries, I will forcibly take the throne. Now, you wanted to know more about tails, didn't you?” He asked as he removed his hands from the chair and walked backward to sit back down on the couch with two cushions.
Goku nodded.
“Now the size and color of a Saiyan’s tail doesn’t really matter. They only come in two or three shades. Tails are about the same length on anyone, but like with one's body gaining muscle the tail can grow so that they can always wrap around a Saiyan’s waist.”
Goku blinked. “I don’t think I ever really kept my tail wrapped around me.”
“It is a learned behavior. You most likely forgot it when you hit your head as a baby,” he huffed.
“Probably.”
“Now, tails give off pheromones more so than any other part of a Saiyajin’s body. Now two tails smell exactly the same either as far as anyone is aware. Family members might have a similar scent to each other, but not identical. By scent one can tell who is related and who is not.”
“So, Gohan and Goten’s tail would have a similar scent to mine?”
“I believe so. I never really tested the theory on the Demi-Saiyanjin’s.”
“I guess it would help if there are those that look similar, but don’t actually share the same bloodline.”
“I’m surprised you’re picking this up so well.”
Goku blinked. “I was never as stupid as people said I was,” he grumbled.
“We’ll see, Kakarot. Anyway, the pheromones of a Saiyan tail also play a part in reproduction. It’s rather difficult to get a Saiyan female or beta pregnant without a tail. Especially if the female or beta are the ones missing said tail.”
“Why?”
“Saiyajin’s go into season. Like a cat or a dog.”
Goku’s eyes widened. “What about the Alpha male?”
“I’m pretty sure they’re in season at all times. But when they have a mate they’ve claimed they have a more intensive time. It’s called rutting. It’s only set off when their mate goes into heat. That way they can keep up with their chosen and they can take care of each other.”
“Oh…”
“Now Saiyan’s can still get pregnant while not in season, but they’re most fertile during those times.”
“The tail really does play an important part,” the end of his own tail flicked at his side.
“Yes.”
“How do Saiyan’s act when in heat or rut?”
“They just get really horny,” he smirked.
Goku’s felt his face grow hot and ducked his head.
“The female and beta still get to choose whom they want to share that time with. They don’t have to choose anyone of course. It doesn’t hurt anyone, except it can be frustrating for everyone around them. Just smelling someone in heat, or even in rut can make others too close in vicinity hard, or wet, or both.”
“That sounds horrible.”
“It’s not so bad. At least that is what I was told by my teachers when there were still Saiyan’s around to teach and be taught. At least unlike some species, we Saiyan’s maintain some control during the season of another be it someone in heat or someone in rut. We can say no and we can honor someone saying no. Remember what I said of those who don’t take no for an answer.”
“Their family and friends, or at least the family and friends of the one being assaulted are put to death. That seems harsh.”
“It might be, but someone who does that, in the course of Saiyan history has tried it time and time again. When it seemed to be incurable, taking their life was better than another Saiyan’s pride being shattered and their choice in partner taken from them. Worse when they’d try and do that to someone who already had a mate.”
“I hope none of the Saiyans that we find in space - if there are any still alive out there - and those who will be resurrected aren’t going to turn out to be like that.” Goku shuddered at the thought.
“Now the tail of a beta is quite important. You know how a woman can get wet during sex?”
Goku’s eyes lowered as his face heated up again. He remembered that from the very few times he and Chichi had done that . “I guess.”
Vegeta snickered. “What are you getting all red for, Kakarot? Anway a beta needs their tail to get wet in preparation for being penetrated.”
Goku gulped and pressed his knees together. “What?”
“The pheromones and hormones the tail provides for the beta sets off a gland inside them that gets them wet.”
“Vegeta!”
“What’s the matter, Kakarot? Can’t wait to get to Vegetasei and see if any beta’s were resurrected?”
He lifted his head. “Why would I want a beta?” His brows furrowed.
“Maybe a female Saiyan?”
He shook his head. “I’ve been with a woman. Even if they’re a Saiyan, I’d rather not.” It was possible they wouldn’t cheat on him, but he didn’t know any of them. The only Saiyan he knew and knew well was Vegeta. And the Demi-Saiyajins’ were either his own descendants or too young anyway.
“You do remember what I said about two Alpha Saiyan’s, don’t you? Unless they’re in a polyamorous relationship with a female or a beta it rarely if ever works out. Especially when their mate goes into season. Death and heartbreak have resulted in the past during those unions.”
“Did you ever like another Alpha, Vegeta?”
“I have contemplated it on occasion during my life. But when asked, those other Alphas’ were not willing to submit, even to their prince. It was one thing I would not force upon them either.”
“Who was the last alpha? Raditz?”
Vegeta blinked and then tilted his head back to let out a loud laugh. “What!? No way!”
“Who then?”
The older Saiyajin lowered his head back and turned his head with a scowl. “As I said, I don’t think this Alpha would submit to me.”
“Come on Vegeta, just tell me.”
Those dark eyes turned to gaze into his. “Kakarot. You.”
Goku blinked several times in succession. “M-me? But I didn’t think…”
“You are the only other Saiyan alive around here aside from the Demi-Saiyans.”
“So, convenient?” Goku frowned.
“No. If you weren’t attractive it wouldn’t be an issue. You’re more so than the alpha’s I’ve run into in the past. And don’t let the woman hear of this, but you’re more attractive than even her and she is beautiful.”
“So, you prefer alpha’s?”
Vegeta shook his head. “No. I prefer beta’s, followed by females. I am at times attracted to some Alpha’s.”
“Oh, so you like anyone?”
“No! Baka!” Vegeta glared across at him.
Goku rubbed the back of his head and wondered if he should share the knowledge he’d learned. His hand stilled as he came ot a decision.
“Vegeta…”
“What?”
“Promise you won't do anything if I tell you a secret.”
“What makes you think I’d do anything, Kakarot?”
Goku lowered his hand from his head and onto the arm of the recliner. “I don’t know. But it’s something I just learned about and I don’t want to just jump into anything. I mean I just got divorced and this is all knew.” He’d jumped into things in the past in regards to his now ex-wife. Which had ended on a sour note, even if neither he nor Chichi herself seemed too broken up.
“Tch. Fine. I promise not to do anything… right away. It depends on what you tell me. It just better not be anything stupid.”
He lowered his gaze for a moment and stroked the end of his tail, worrying the fur.
“Well!?” Vegeta growled. “Spill it!”
With a deep breath he lifted his head, “I’m not an Alpha, Vegeta.”
Goku watched as Vegeta’s brows furrowed. Saw the older Saiyan lift his hand to his chin. Wondered why he appeared to be thinking so hard.
“So, if you’re not an Alpha, and I know you’re no female…” Vegeta’s brows rose and his jaw dropped, “are you saying you’re a beta!?”
Goku closed his eyes tight and gave him the famous Son grin. “Heh. Heh. Shenron said I was. Gohan and Goten too.”
When Vegeta said nothing, Goku reopened his eyes and watched as Vegeta’s tongue wet his lips. “Vegeta?”
“I’m going to need a night to process this information, Kakarot.”
“O-okay,” he didn’t know what else to say and he and Vegeta sat there for a long while just staring at one another.
That was until Goku’s stomach rumbled.
Vegeta smirked. “It sounds like you’re hungry. I can’t really cook, so why don’t I order pizza?”
Goku stood up. “No. I’ll go make something.”
“Don’t you remember what I said about beta’s cooking?”
“...Y-yes.”
“And you still want to cook?”
“Yes, Vegeta, but will you eat it?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
As they both stood up, their tails wagged behind them.
Goku turned to head for the kitchen. His brows furrowed as he felt heat down his back side. Looking over his shoulder he took note of Vegeta’s lowered gaze. He sought out what the other male was staring at and felt his face grow hot yet again as he realized Vegeta was following the motion of his tail and staring at his ass. “Vegeta!”
Vegeta glanced up with a smirk, “Yes, Kakarot?”
With a huff he turned his attention back to the kitchen and the task at hand.
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