Chapter 7: Guiding Light


Hey guys, looks like I got this chapter out on time. This one doesn't have a huge focus on Gohan but given that he had entire chapter dedicated to just himself I think he could use a break. Seriously, I'm pretty sure Gohan has passed out in at least half of these chapters, if not more. The guy's got a serious problem with that. Anyway, enjoy this chapter!


Trunks laid in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, his knees and wrists pressed against the ground in a defeated pose.

How much time has passed? An hour, a day, a month? There's no way to tell. I can't see anything. No, I see everything, there just isn't anything. It's an infinite plane of emptiness that's swallowing me up. Swallowing me up...I'm going to die here, I'm going to die here, I'm going to...FOCUS! You need to calm down. Take deep breaths...there you go, now let's figure this out. I followed Dad here. No, it wasn't Dad, he's dead. But the dead can came back right? Mom told me about the Dragon Balls and...no, Piccolo's dead and we don't know where Namek is...Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!

He banged his fists against the floor, anger and desperation strengthening each punch. "I wanted to get stronger!" He screamed out against the overwhelming sound of silence. "Was that so wrong? What did I do that was so wrong?!" He boomed across the area.

"You're weak, that's all." A voice whispered from behind him. Trunks turned to see Android 18 behind him, speaking into his ear. "You know it, deep down. You knew it was over after we killed Gohan, you had no hope. You were going to die either way, so you took the coward's way out." The voice taunted him.

"That's not true!" Trunks yelled back. "I'm not afraid, I'm not!" His body began to glow as he transformed into a Super Saiyan.

"It's funny how you all think changing your hair will make you beat us," She began as she swiftly slid under a kick thrown by the provoked Trunks. He threw a punch at her, which she caught and used to twist him around and toss into the air. As he accelerated upwards, she appeared behind him and with both feet struck him square in the head, causing him to spiral back down into the ground and leave a crater. She descended next to him and picked him up by the back of his shirt. His wounded face rose to meet hers and she began to smile. "Let me show you how a natural blonde fights."


Gohan paced back and forth around the small building. "Why are you so nervous, you've spoken with these people before. You saved them all when you were a child," Kibito said.

Gohan stopped walking and turned to face him. "It's different now. Back then, it was all about mutual survival but now I'm asking them, after they just escaped the Hell Cooler put them through, to re-activate the Dragon Balls in order to repair some of the Androids damage. I want them to approve but I'm imposing on them," he admitted.

"By 'escaped' you mean 'were liberated by you?'" Kibito commented.

Gohan sighed and sat down on the grass. "I know I helped them but they need to do some healing too. And given that the Dragon Balls haven't been used in over a decade, I'm not even sure how it'll work. I never really knew much about it."

"Regardless of whether or not you're able to fix the damage, take solace in that soon after this, we're going back to Earth." Kibito told him.

"That's true but what if I'm not strong enough. It could be a repeat of last time, you saw how that turned out." Gohan replied.

"What I saw was a man with a broken arm fighting evenly with two monsters from his home planet. You only stumbled because they had caught you by surprise with their tactics." Kibito assured him. "I had my doubts when my master first mentioned you to me but now I've come around to see what he saw in you: Greatness."

"Greatness...to be honest, I had always been torn between my human and Saiyan sides. I guess that came from my parents. I wanted to be a warrior like my father but also a successful scientist in order to provide for my mother. The Androids took that dream away from me early on," Gohan revealed.

"That's funny," Kibito muttered.

"What?"

"I believe this is the first time you've ever mentioned your mother to me. Why is that?" Kibito asked.

"Well, it's not as though we exactly had a bad relationship but I couldn't come home to her, beaten and nearly half-dead after my fights with the Androids. I knew she wouldn't be able to handle seeing that. So I just left a note one night and left home for good. I told her that I loved her but it was something I needed to do and that I wouldn't come back to her until I had. I haven't gone back to that house since." Gohan's voice trailed off as his mind wandered to thoughts of his family.

"I understand that you've suffered an unfair life. But you've risen above it and you heard your father. You made him proud." Kibito said comfortingly, placing an arm on his friend's shoulder. "Remove those feelings of doubt you have, you will beat the Androids. Although it is our duty to remain uninvolved in the individual affairs of the planets, we will not let you die. This I swear to you."

The promise helped Gohan to relax. "Besides," the fighter chuckled, "you haven't even taught me 'Instantaneous Movement.'"

"Maybe if you could move even remotely far away with Instant Transmission." Kibito jabbed.

The two laughed for a bit, Kibito's smile being a rare but welcomed sight for Gohan. The sound of Moori and Supreme Kai exited the Grand Elder's home quickly quieted them. Moori looked seriously at Gohan, intimidating the Saiyan. His face suddenly turned into a smile as he laughed and told him that they'd attempt to awaken the Dragon immediately. Gohan ran up to the Elder and hugged him, all the while speaking words of gratitude.

"Now, now, it's fine. We've always considered the 'Son' family a part of our own. You young man are our hero. Of course we'd help you in your time of need, you've been there during both of ours." Moori told him.

It's finally coming together, Gohan thought to himself. We're almost there Trunks, just hold on a little bit longer.

"Well now," Supreme Kai began. "I suppose that we should see what you can do before we head back to Earth. After all, we have to defeat the threat before we can resolve its wrongdoings."


Android 16 glanced back and forth across the kitchen, his eyes following Bulma's stride as she anxiously awaited Trunks' return home.

"Where in the HELL is he?!" She questioned angrily, her fear for his safety converting into frustration.

"I do not-" Android 16 began before another outcry cut him off.

"I was being rhetorical Sixteen!" She screamed before storming off into the basement.

Sixteen? The Android wondered. I am designated as Android Model #16. The more appropriate name is Android 16. They had referred to me as such before. Perhaps this is an example of humanity's habit of growing attached to things, affectionately providing nicknames.


"Hello friends, I apologize for taking so long to visit you," a young voice said.

"It's fine_, I've been feeding your little birdies in the meantime," a much older and wiser man emerged to say.

"Father?" The first man said, his voice a whisper from what seemed like overwhelming emotions.


Android 16 grasped his head and held it as he stumbled along until leaning onto the table for balance.

What was that? The machine asked himself. It seemed so...familiar. Perhaps this is a part of my missing memory data. I should consult Miss Briefs about this phenomenon. The Android paused on his way to the basement. His hand froze up against the door knob. He turned away from the entrance for reason's the Android could not explain and began to fly off. There are more important tasks at hand, he told himself. I shall begin to locate Trunks. He began to disappear into the distance on his way to where he had initially sensed the half-Saiyan just the day before.


Trunks swerved out of the way of one of Android 18's kicks and managed to propel his knee into her chest, the blow crashing into her mechanical interior.

"You little brat!" The Android groaned as she stumbled back, only to be struck across the cheek by another hit, followed by a dozen more. Each attack moved with more intensity than the last, Trunks' rage building on itself until he was able to smack the head clean off the neck.

"Burning Attack!" He yelled as he fired off his own signature ki blast, the explosion completely decimating his opponent. Fatigued, he collapsed onto the ground panting heavily. "I did it Gohan, I did it!" He triumphantly declared.

"I don't get it #18, what did he do?" A voice echoed from behind. With fright, Trunks turned his neck to see behind him stood Android 17, accompanied by a perfectly fine Android 18.

"I'm not entirely sure #17. But it does look like he got emancipated. Maybe that's what he's talking about." She replied.

Confused, Trunks turned back to the wreckage he was staring at just a few moments before to see in the place of the broken machinery lay a battered old woman, blood trailing from around her body. "M-mom?" The boy mumbled, terrified at the sight. He ran over to her, lifting up the lifeless corpse and shaking it as though it would do something. "Mom? Mom? Mom!?" He begged for her to get up, all to no avail. In his arms was the last of his family, horrifically brutalized.

"She was boring," Android 17 said, a smile twisting onto his face. "She didn't back down throughout our entire thing...until we got to my favorite part..." The Android grew silent but raised his hands, both stained with red.

"You...you..." Trunks muttered, his entire body shaking. "You BASTARD!" He screeched, his voice going out halfway through as his body lit up in the brightest gold tint to ever grace Earth, his energy rising to even greater heights. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" He chanted as he charged towards them, flying straight in-between and tearing an arm off of each of them and leaving both stunned.

"How did you...?" Android 18 began before Trunks grabbed her by the throat and began to squeeze.

"How many people have you killed over the years witch? Do you even know?" He asked her. His eyes rapidly turned to the stunned Android 17. "What about you? You play all those games, you must've kept score! Tell me! How many people are forced to suffer before it was your time!" He needed to know. Did they have any idea the amount of lives they had stolen. Did it hold any meaning to them?

"Of course it did," Android 17 said. Trunks stared at him with a confused look as both the Android's suddenly twisted their appearance to those of two young children. Surprised, Trunks released Android 18 and stepped back.

"We were once children too," Android 18 began. "I had dreams, my brother had dreams, just like you have dreams. But ours were snatched away by Dr. Gero. He turned us into these monsters." The two reverted back into their adult forms as Android 18 laid down and began to sob. Seeing an innocent woman breaking down in front of him, Trunks knelt to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry this had to happen to you," he said. He really was sorry. He knew what they did was wrong but understood what happened to them was just as tragic. "You didn't deserve that."

She turned to him with a face full of tears and hugged him, all the while begging his forgiveness. Trunks blushed at the embrace but followed through and wrapped his arms around her back to tell her it was okay. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" She whispered into his ear before pushing away from the hug and smashing the back of his head against the ground. As though on cue, Android 17 placed his foot on the Saiyan's head and pressed down on it, embedding Trunks' face into the white below them.

"You really are a fool. How could you fall for such a simple trick?" Android 18 taunted as she kicked him up into the air, breaking a few ribs along the way and firing off an energy blast that carried him away across the area.

Trunks laid there for some time, contemplating whether it was worth it to even bother getting up. Unfortunately, before he could make a decision the answer was decided by the twins crashing their feet straight into his legs, breaking both and causing him to scream out in pain. He slowly wheezed for air, reverting back to his base form, as Android 18 began to lay on top of him. She put her forehead against his and smirked. "Goodbye," she teased as she gave him a kiss on the cheek and rose up from her position. Trunks could only stare at her with an expression of utter shock while both she and her brother began to walk away, fading into nothing.

The pain suddenly left his legs as he realized that the Androids, like his father earlier, were just mere illusions provided by the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. He rubbed his hand across where the fake Android 18 had kissed his cheek and thought back to the moment.

Where did that come from? Trunks wondered as he stood up and began walking around in hopes of finding his destination.

"No Trunks, the path is this way." Trunks turned to see the figure behind that call being Android 16.

No, not him, it's an illusion! He ignored the advice as he moved along into the opposite direction.

"Trunks, please wait!" The Android called as it ran towards him.

"Alright, I'm done with these illusions!" He screamed, quickly ascending into a Super Saiyan. "Let's go, tin man!"


Earlier that day...

Android 16 descended onto the dying grass as he discovered a giant pole rising up out of it. Without a word, he flew up and followed the trail until discovering a giant circular platform high into the clouds. He landed onto the tiles that made up the floor and began to stride across the area, his scanners moving around in order to detect Trunks' energy.

"I see, so there's another Android," an old floating cat said as it emerged from the shadows. "What do you think of him, Mr. Popo?" The cat asked.

Another figure came out of hiding, a short genie, who glared at Android 16. "So what do we call you, Android 19?" The genie asked.

Android 16 shook his head and began to explain. "I am designated as Android model #16. You may call me..." he paused before continuing, "Sixteen."

"Alright then, 'Sixteen,' tell me what you're doing here at our home?" The cat asked, his voice serious and demanding.

"I've come to look for the boy known as Trunks. His mother is worried about his safety, as am I." Sixteen answered honestly.

"Hmmm..." The cat groaned, rubbing his furry chin with a paw. "We haven't seen him here."

"Korin, why are you even indulging his..." Mr. Popo began before Korin cut him off.

"Mr. Popo, I ask that you quickly bring Bulma here, I'd like her side of the story." Korin stated.

Mr. Popo did as he was told, quickly summoning a magic carpet and disappearing, only to return shortly after with a disoriented Bulma.

"What...do you want?" She asked as she slowly adjusted to the new surroundings and recovered from the carpet's quick acceleration. She turned to see Android 16 standing with them, causing her to gasp. "Sixteen, why are you here?"

Sixteen turned to her and smiled. "I believed Trunks might've been here so I came to look for myself. Unfortunately I cannot detect his energy at this location." He answered.

Korin approached the Android and floated up to meet his face. "I see that you were telling the truth, you'll have to forgive me for my natural dislike of your...'species.' The other two have left me with some bias."

The cat began to approach the edge of the lookout and stare down at the Earth below. After a few minutes, he looked back at them. "Nothing, I don't detect him anywhere."

"Maybe he's just concealing his energy!" Bulma shouted, trying to ignore the more logical reasoning.

"He wouldn't need to, the other two can't detect life energy. However, I would have detected a fight between Trunks and them so I can assure you he's not dead. But why on Earth can't I sense his ki." The cat began running through all the possible scenarios until it hit him. The Hyperbolic Time Chamber! The cat looked to Mr. Popo, who carried the same expression. "You, follow us!" He ordered to Sixteen, the three marching into the inside of the Lookout, leaving Bulma alone and at a loss for words.


"The Hyperbolic Time Chamber is capable of manipulating all who enter unprepared. I told Trunks he couldn't handle it but like all Saiyans, he's too stubborn to listen to reason." Korin explained. "What we need is someone who is unaffected by these mind games, something like you." Android 16 made no reaction to the statement but Korin and Mr. Popo wouldn't have noticed even if he did. Their minds were entirely focused on saving Earth's last hope. They had now reached the door and the two guardians turned to the Android.

"It's time, go inside." Mr. Popo gestured to the knob. The Android wrapped his large hand around it and swung the door open, casually stepping into the other realm.

The room was nothing but white for all the Android could see. His eyes lit up, scanning the area only to find itself being overloaded with data. It was clear to Sixteen that he would not be able to comprehend the room and so he began to focus on what his eyes could understand: Energy Levels. He took a few steps forward, trying to find any signs of the Saiyan. However, it wasn't the power that alerted Sixteen but instead deafening cries that extended far out into the distance.

"Burning Attack!" An explosion from what seemed infinitely far away from Sixteen shook the ground to its core. The Android disregarded this however, instead choosing to charge at the origin, hoping he could find Trunks.

His eyes began to adjust to and process the abstract data. He recorded the amount of distance and the directions he flew as he moved towards the sound, intending to use those in order to find his way back with Trunks. More shouting helped guide the machine forward until the last thing he heard were screams of pain. What is happening? He wondered, concerned for the boy's safety.

Eventually he saw a figure and landed next to it, his boots making tiny tapping noises against the ground. Despite the pained screaming he had heard he saw Trunks standing up fine, his back towards the Android and walking forwards.

"No Trunks, the path is this way." The Android warned, indicating back from where he had came. Despite glancing back at him, Trunks turned away again and continued walking. "Trunks please wait!" He begged, surprised by Trunks ignoring his advice. Why is he disregarding me?

Suddenly, Trunks snapped around and turned into a Super Saiyan. "Alright, I'm done with these illusions! Let's go tin man!" He declared, quickly barreling towards Sixteen with his fists raised to strike.

Trunks threw a fist directly at Sixteen's head, who merely grabbed his wrist and tossed him to the side. He pressed his feet onto the ground and pushed off them, back flipping so that he was behind the Android and delivering a flurry of hits to Sixteen's back. Once he had felt that he'd done enough damage he jumped back and fired off a barrage of energy waves. As each collided with the Android's back, clouds of smoke formed on top of each other and buried Sixteen's figure.

Trunks flew back away and began charging an energy ball in his right hand. "Die!" He shouted as his arm swept down and the blast tunneled at the Android, eclipsing him in even more smoke. He dropped down to the floor and began approaching the burned clouds. He jumped back as an arm rose out of the clouds and struck him square in the chin.

Sixteen walked out of the smoke and walked closely to Trunks, extending a hand to the stumbling fighter. "I don't know what I've done to upset you but please, let's go home," he offered. Wearily, the boy slapped it away and stood up, prepared to continue the brawl.

"I won't let an illusion beat me!" He declared, coiling his fist back and sending it right at the 'heart' of the Android, slow enough for Sixteen to knock the hit upwards with a smack of his own and leaving him free to grab Trunks by the collar and tossed him back the way Sixteen had traveled. Trunks let out a loud grunt as his stomach hit the floor and he rose up to see far away stood a tiny dot. But it was a dot...there was something there! He raced towards it, all the while disregarding Sixteen entirely. He was getting closer and closer to the entrance before he turned to see Android 16 behind him.

"No!" He yelled out as he began firing off wave after wave at the machine, who slapped every blast away and vanished from behind, emerging in front of him.

"Please, stop fighting. I am only here to help. That is the exit to this place so I ask that you do still enter it." Sixteen pleaded.

Trunks glared at him, the two frozen in the air. "You're just an-"

"That's enough," the Android cut in. "We need to get you out of here and back to your family and friends so we can set Earth right!"

"Set it right? Set it right? It's you and your kind that put it into chaos to begin with! Do you understand what it's like growing up, with your father murdered, your mother in fear and your best friend traumatized by tragedy? That's what you bastards gave to me!" Trunks shouted, his finger pointed accusingly at Sixteen.

The Android simply stared at Trunks for what seemed like forever before speaking to him. "I don't know. But I know what it's like to hate the state the world's in. I was designed with two core concepts guiding me: A hatred of Goku and a love of nature. With the former already deceased, all that motivates me is the latter. I aim to preserve life here. It's all I have. I don't want to see anyone else die..." Sixteen's voice drifted into silence.

"Else?" Trunks asked him.

"When I first woke up, my brethren took me to a broken city and murdered a young girl right in front of me. I felt that same rage. That girl didn't deserve that. No one does. Let's resolve this nightmare." Sixteen said, his hand stretched out one more time to the boy.

He's not like the others..he cares. I was wrong about him. "Yeah, lets!" He said, accepting the handshake and walking with his friend towards the door that lead to the outside world.

"Hey, should we call you Sixteen now?" Trunks asked.

"Heh, your mother gave me the same nickname," Sixteen commented. "I like it. Strange to think that I could have a preference for something as simple as a name. I suppose humanity's rubbing off on me," He jested.

The door swung open, alerting both Korin and Mr. Popo. They were instantly relieved by the sight of a slightly older Trunks, his clothes now too small for him and somewhat torn by whatever occurred in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. The boy nodded to them and began to walk out to the top of the Lookout with Sixteen close behind.

Bulma ran to her son and hugged him before she began checking him for bruises. He insisted that he was fine but his mother refused to hear it, instead forcing his shirt off and seeing injuries where there weren't. Eventually satisfied, she stepped back to see her son now taller than before and standing next to the hulking figure that was their Android companion. "Looks like you two are closer now," she joked.

Trunks rubbed the back of his head and conceded that his mother had been right for trusting Sixteen. "I guess I let the other two give me a bit of a bias," he shrugged.

"Bias? They left you riddled with hatred," Korin spat as he and Mr. Popo joined the other three. "I don't remember telling you to use the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. In fact, our conversation involved the exact opposite, so mind telling me what caused such disobedience?"

Trunks simply justified his actions with, "I'm only Saiyan," leaving all except Sixteen laughing hysterically.

"That's adorable," his mother teased as she ruffled her hand through his hair. "So, did you get any stronger?" She asked curiously.

"I don't know, let's see." Trunks began before his body lit up in a golden flame that the group had become accustomed to seeing.

"Oh my, that's...impressive..." Korin stammered. Both he and Mr. Popo were astonished by the power level readings. "With this, I think you're stronger than Gohan was. In fact, if I may be so bold you could even fight one of the Androids equally!"

Trunks smirked and looked at his mother, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes.

"Absolutely not," she forbade. "Remember that there are two of them and only one of you whose able to defeat them. What happens after you beat one of them. You die? I won't let it happen!" She declared.

"Neither will I," Sixteen agreed. Trunks looked at his friend with a disappointed expression. "Which is why I will accompany him to settle this matter," he added, causing Trunks' face to revert back to a smirk.

"Ugh, you men and your 'macho' complex. Fine then Trunks, go ahead and get yourself killed if you want to but at least try to rest up!" She commanded.


The twins returned to Gero's lab, their outfits ripped and their egos bruised. They quickly slid down to the basement, approaching the three unopened test pods.

"Let's do it," Android 17 began.

"I don't know if this is a good idea. What if they turn on us?" Android 18 asked.

"You're such a weirdo sis, first you whined about Gohan being dead and now your complaining about having strong fighters around. Pick a stance already," Android 17 lectured, his fingers swiftly sliding between the buttons on each pod in order to activate their sleeping family members.

Android 18 backed away as their eyes lit up and they all stepped out.

To the far left stood a buff man with baggy green pants and a yellow vest with no shirt underneath, sporting a baseball cap on top of his head, flipped towards his back and displaying the Red Ribbon Army logo, that rested over his shoulder-length straight white hair. This was Android 13.

Next one up was Android 14, an even taller figure with bulky muscles and completely silver skin. His hair was black and braided and he had a green skirt wrap around his legs.

Finally was Android 15, the most weirdly designed of the threesome. He was an extremely short purple skinned man who wore a giant oval-shaped green hat with a red ball standing on it. He dressed with a black and white tuxedo and a dark yellow and blue overcoat resting over it. Around his neck was a red bow tie showing off the Red Ribbon logo.

Android 17 turned to his sister and smiled, ushering her forth with a wave of his hand. "So, we're Android s 17 and 18 and we basically rule this world. We wanted to know if you're cool with joining us?"

Android 17 smirked as though he knew the response already and his sister did the opposite, moving far away, for the same reason as he.

"How 'bout," Android 13 began, "you get lost!" He shouted as he swiped his brother away, a fast slap across the face leaving the Android crashing into the side of the mountain and no longer moving. He turned to Android 18 and before she could run, he was already upon her. He pulled at her by her hair and punched her in the chest several times before she collapsed from the pain.

"You ain't no Androids, I can see the same pathetic humanity in you that we were programmed to destroy." The Android began to form a large orb of ki in one hand before stopping entirely, instead glancing up and letting his blast dissipate. "That's way too quick for our first fight, wouldn't you say so boys?" Android 13 asked his newly-awakened family. Neither of them spoke, instead appearing right besides Androids 17 and 18 and picking them up, only to twirl them around and release them upwards, crashing though the mountain and into the sky. "That'll do, won't it boys?" Android 13 asked the other two who silently nodded.

"Screw you!" Android 17 yelled as he fired off a blast targeted at Android 13's head. A blurred flash moved to intercept, canceling out the attack. Android 17 stepped back as he saw that said flash was actually Android 14, who began approaching him and raising his arm up in the air. "D-Do-Don't think you can ju-"

Android 14's fist hammered down onto Android 17's head, crushing him into the floor below before being kicked to the side. Before Android 17 could react, Android 15 crashed down onto him, grabbing the back of the Android's head and scrapping it against the floor before finishing his assault by stepping firmly on his head.

"Now I hope y'all understand this peckin' order now," Android 13 said as he walked over and knelt by Android 18. He grabbed her by the head and lifted her up, looking straight into her eyes. "We're the actual Androids, you're just a couple of little kids playin' at it. So if you wanna live, you'll follow what I say." Android 13 explained, releasing his hold on her head and stepping over her, Androids 14 and 15 close behind him. "The two of you'll follow us now."

The three moved to the entrance of the lab, looking out into the outside world from the mountain they were hidden in. Behind them limped Androids 17 and 18. Android 13's face twisted into a grin from ear to ear. "This world is magnificent!" He raised his arm up and fired off a ki blast that blew up the mountains in front of them, leaving it a smoldering mess. "Bet it'll be even better when it burns!" Android 13 cackled, charging off into the distant in search of a new target, the other four close behind him.

Androids 17 and 18 glanced at each other, both wearing faces of absolute terror. They had always been the strongest but as of today, they now knew the feelings of everyone they had ever killed: Powerless.


That's right guys, Androids 13, 14 and 15 are here to change everything! And while Trunks and Android 16 are strong enough to manage 17 and 18 just fine, how are they going to hold up against three more threats? We're narrowing down to the end of this saga so all will be revealed shortly.


Q&A:

Q: This story is pretty good! I admit I never saw a story like this one before. When will Gohan meet up back with Bulma and Trunks? Will it be soon or much later?

A: First, thanks for the compliments, I've been very pleased with the reception so far. As for when Gohan will reunite with his friends, he is returning to Earth soon so it's possible.


See you guys next week for a whole new chapter! It'll be easier to write in the next few weeks because it'll be Summer break which will leave more time to write for this. Don't forget to leave a review, that way we can finally have a longer Q&A. Honestly, it's like there's either one question or none for each chapter. Anyways, next chapter will be here soon.