"Take me away from you?" Jaz stared at him, almost as if doubting him. "Well... I'll have a talk with him. I think you might be overthinking a couple things, Junior. Daddy would never do that to someone he doesn't know."
Jaz plopped to her feet and stretched her aching bones and muscles. She kept a frown on her face, still remembering the horror of Vegetto's actions to her. It made her spine shudder in the cold grip of death. She felt it's something that she should tell Junior but she didn't know how he would react. The last thing she wanted was to not cause drama between her friends. As much as she kept it to herself, the look on her face was nothing but uncomfortable. Thanks to Junior looking almost identical to Vegetto, it gave her almost a reason not to look directly at him almost out of fear for the most part. She gently placed a hand over her throat and let out a small sigh.
"Junior... I gotta tell you something." She bit her lip and took a step towards him. She may be scared of his father but she can't seem to stay away from the boy. "It involves your father."
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While Kire continued his inventions, he removed his vest and shirt to exposed his purely robotic body. He pulled out what looked to be a self-made laptop. He plopped it on the floor and booted it up. The keyboard was different since it didn't have letters but symbols in which only he knew what they stood for. He paused in his crafty inventions for the meanwhile and began to type away at his computer. His hand reached out to scuffle under his bandanna and be pulled out what looked to be a wind-up cord which he attached to his laptop. The visor that was over his eye, blocking the sparks from his welding, began to show several windows which were also popping around the laptop.
"Right, time to kick things up a notch." Kire said to himself. "Ain't gonna lose my family, not this time."
To keep himself entertained, he played some music he had saved in his laptop. His music was unpredictable, just like him. It was a mess of happy, sad, inspirational, and childish songs. He sung to the songs that he knew, and, to no surprise, he wasn't good at singing. As the music played, he seem to already be building a large screen and some machines to help aid him in making the suits as well as analyze data.