Bulma had been bold since childhood. Otherwise, she would never have gone adventuring everywhere in her teens and met Son Goku.
She had encountered life-and-death situations more times than she could count, yet just now, she had actually been afraid.
The instant her opponent charged at her with intense killing intent, Trunks's face suddenly flashed before Bulma's eyes, followed by her parents and that damn man.
With so many more things she cared about, Bulma was afraid of death for the first time.
But just then, a figure stepped in front of her. When Bulma looked closely, she was shocked to find that it was Sun Fangfang.
That tiny, childish hand had actually caught Third's knifehand strike. The difference in their sizes was glaringly obvious.
"What!?"
Third was horrified. Always proud of his formidable strength, he had never acknowledged anyone except his two older brothers.
But now, seeing his palm strike stopped by a little girl made his immense pride sting sharply.
Fangfang floated in midair, all traces of her usual shyness gone from her face. Looking at Third, she said in her childish voice, "You're not allowed to hurt Aunt Bulma!"
With a sharp cry, she exerted force and flung Third away, smashing a huge hole straight through the hall wall.
The white-haired man and the short, fat man watching from nearby were so shocked that their mouths hung open. This was the first time they had ever seen their Third Brother sent flying.
But before anyone could react, a furious roar rang out, and a figure burst through another wall as it charged toward Fangfang.
Facing the menacing attacker, with Aunt Bulma and little brother Trunks behind her, Sun Fangfang showed no trace of shyness for the first time. Clenching her fists, she rushed to meet him.
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