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Chapter 25

Somewhere deep in space…

Vegeta fell to his knees on the floor of his ship, panting from exertion as sweat ran down his face, dripping off the end of his nose, making rivulets as it slid across his skin. Kneeling, he closed his eyes trying to will himself the strength necessary to continue on with his grueling training regiment. However, even though his mind was insisting he had the strength and energy to continue on, his body was in disagreement. Groaning from the effort it took to stand up in the intense gravity, he cursed as his legs wobbled and then gave out underneath him, causing him to collapse to the floor in an undignified heap. Lying there with his face against the cool metallic tiles, Vegeta tried to gain back his equilibrium while he took in deep breaths to oxygenate his taxed muscles. He had no idea how long he lay on the floor of his ship but eventually, he decided that perhaps it was time to take a break. Unable to get his feet underneath him after several failed attempts, Vegeta found himself using his upper body to pull himself across the floor to the control center where he could turn off the simulator. Gripping the sides of the console, he used it as a lever to pull his body into an upright position, grunting and panting from the effort. Finally seeing the shut off button, he pressed it and then slid down the side of the console so that he was sitting propped up against it, finding it much easier to breath once the gravity discontinued.

Leaning against the control center, Vegeta wiped the overly abundant sweat from his face with the back of his arm, letting out a disgusted growl when the movement caused him to take in a whiff of his own sour body odor. In the past, it had never really bothered him about how strong his scent could be after an intense bout of training. To him, it was a sign of his masculinity and his Saiyan prowess as a physically fit warrior. Unfortunately, living with Bulma with her required daily showers had made him forget how smelly he actually could get. Now that he hadn't had a real honest to goodness shower in over two months, he was regretting on not having Dr. Briefs install one in the ship as had been suggested. Instead, he had opted for the bare minimum required to survive in deep space, much as he had done under Frieza, all for the sake of expediency, in order to get as far away from Earth as he could in a short amount of time. Letting out a deep sigh, he finally found the energy to push himself to his feet. Standing up slowly, he grimaced slightly when his stomach let out a deep growl indicating how hungry he was. Slowly making his way to the food storage capsules, he grabbed the nearest one and opened it, watching as an assortment of ready to eat, tasteless meals suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Seating himself next to the pile of food, Vegeta pushed the nearest sandwich into his mouth. After about two bites though, he suddenly found himself spitting it out in disgust. Looking at it, he realized that the bread was beginning to mold and the meat tasted as though it had been left out in the open for days at a time. Feeling his irritation morphing into anger, he quickly started to look at the rest of the food on his pile, realizing that all of it was starting to show signs of spoilage. Standing up quickly, he found another food capsule and opened it, finding the same result.

Dropping back down into a sitting position, Vegeta absently ran his hands through his sweat-drenched hair, gritting his teeth in visible frustration. This was the newest disaster to befall him in the brief amount of time that he had been in space, and the list was starting to become alarmingly long. First, he had destroyed all the training bots that Dr. Briefs had provided him with during his first week, not realizing that he didn't have the necessary equipment or know how to fix them until it was too late. Then he had needed to make an emergency pit stop at an illicit space station because the sanitary system had somehow managed to become plugged, causing a very disgusting explosion when Vegeta tried to use it. After that incident had been repaired, his ship encountered an unknown patch of interstellar debris, which somehow managed to get sucked into an exhaust port, with its final destination being the navigation system. Realizing that he couldn't very well keep flying his ship in a random direction, Vegeta had to rely on old interstellar navigation tricks in order to find another planet or space station where he had to make yet another unintended stop to fix his ailing ship. The only thing he could find redeeming about his trip so far was that his name was still a powerful force within the known galaxy. Needless to say, the fact that he had no money or anyway to access his credit accounts under Frieza hadn't been an issue when it came to payment. Still, making so many stops had cut into his training time and it had made him even more irritable than he was to begin with. And now, for whatever reason, all of his food stores were going bad which meant he would have to live off the rotting stuff or he would have to pitch it and make another stop to purchase (or in his case, terrorize) it out of some unsuspecting fool's hands. And with all of these problems came a very uncomfortable realization: in the brief time he had spent living at Capsule Corporation, he had become used to the fact that there was always someone around to fix the damage he created or the mechanical problems he encountered. Now, he only had himself to rely upon and even though he was a very intelligent man, repairing his space ship was not something he had ever had to do in the past and he didn't have the knowledge to do it himself.

Leaning back on his hands, Vegeta stared up at the ceiling, trying to quell the ever growing feeling that he was the butt of some sort of joke. How could this be happening to him, the Prince of all Saiyans? He had come out here to train and so far, all he'd been doing in the last two or so months was baby his stupid ship along. And the rotting food was the last straw! Thinking about his current predicament, he narrowed his eyes when he suddenly came to the realization that Bulma had been the one to pack his food stores. So wasn't it convenient that they all suddenly started to rot only a couple of months after he had left? It would be just like her to pull a sneaky stunt like that just so he would have to come back. The more he thought about it, the more he became convinced of his idea's validity. In the short amount of time that he had come to know Bulma, he had discovered that she was a master at making and carrying out veiled threats without seeming guilty of doing anything wrong. She was also spiteful and vindictive and since his leaving her hadn't been a peaceful affair, he could totally see her trying to sabotage his attempts to escape from her until he could finally feel as though he were in control of his mind and his destiny once again.

"Blast the Woman! I am not going back until I have reached Super Saiyan! If she thinks she can control me through my stomach, she's got another thing coming to her. How dare she treat me like a stupid child? Argh!" Vegeta yelled up at the ceiling he was staring at.

Venting out his frustration, he found the energy to produce a ki blast, which incinerated the pile of spoiled filth in front of him. Rubbing his temples with one of his hands, he slowly stood up and made his way back to the ship's control center. Flipping the navigation system on, he scanned the mapped out sectors of space for the trading post that was closest to his current location. Growling in disgust when the computer informed him the nearest one was a good week out, he realized he was going to have to make due with the disgusting food that was still on hand. He just prayed that some of it was still good, but he had a sneaking suspicion that all of his food capsules were going to be like the two he had just opened. As a purger for Frieza, he'd had to make due with a wide variety of foods, even having to sometimes consume the people of the planets he had destroyed. While he had gotten used to it, he had never particularly enjoyed the habit of eating whatever was available. Since living at Capsule Corporation, his days of eating garbage seemed to be at an end. The fact that he was going to have to revert to old habits, at least for the next week or so until he came to a decent trading post, irritated and disturbed him to no end.

With that thought in mind, Vegeta slowly made his way over to the bunk that Dr. Briefs had installed before his hasty departure. Ignoring his growling stomach, Vegeta decided it was probably as good a time as any to take a nap. He had been training for hours, trying to make up for lost time, but even he could only withstand so much bodily stress before he needed to stop and let his muscles repair themselves. Seating himself on the bunk, he pulled off his training shirt, boots and gloves, throwing them at the foot of the bed. Settling himself down, he closed his eyes briefly and tried to relax his mind, focusing on meditation as a way to ease into a slumber that would hopefully be devoid of dreams.

He was halfway to finding himself asleep when images started to take shape in his mind, swirling around like eddies of sand being whipped around on a desert breeze. At first, it was a glimpse of a flash of aqua, so fast that his eyes couldn't track it. Then, it was a peek of a womanly form skimming across his vision and then disappearing into the shadows of his mind. Trying to follow the shape, he could hear soft laughter in the distance. But as he got closer to the sound, it changed from that of delight to a cry of sorrow and anguish. Stepping in closer to the sound, his curiosity peaked, he moved aside what seemed to be a dark and heavy drape, carefully trying to avoid being noticed by whatever it was that was hurting. Stepping into the shadows, the flash of aqua and the womanly shape came together as the form of Bulma, sitting on a cushion with her arms around something…or someone. Moving across the…sand, he stealthily crept in closer so that he could catch a better glimpse of what she was holding. Stopping abruptly before he could be discovered, he was shocked at what he saw before him.

Bulma…she looked like a goddess. Beautiful, powerful and wise. Her hair was long, flowing down across her back in sleek waves. And her body…it was strange to describe. Her middle was swollen but it didn't disgust him. Instead, he found himself being drawn towards the comfort and peace that radiated from her body. But he stopped himself before he made the fatal mistake of being detected. It was also at this point when he discovered what exactly it was she was holding onto.

Sitting in her lap was a small child, a boy. His hair was dark brown and it spiked up in a flame. His face was turned into Bulma's bosom as her arms wrapped tightly around the small form, rocking the figure as she hummed softly, comforting the child who was obviously distressed as indicated by the noises that were coming from him. Pathetic mewling and soft sobs. It both disgusted and fascinated Vegeta as he watched the scene play out before him. He was torn; part of him wanted to leave and the other part of him wanted…wanted what it was that Bulma was giving the boy in her lap. Finding himself strangely transfixed, he couldn't move his feet from the spot he had stopped on. It was at that moment when Bulma's voice carried across to where he was watching.

"It's alright. It's okay to cry, to want comfort and protection. Those are things that everybody wants. You don't have to be afraid of it."

Confused, Vegeta scrunched his eyebrows together, unsure if she was talking to him or the boy in her lap. He was about to say something when the boy stirred slightly, pulling his head away from its resting place and peaking up at the woman who was holding him.

"Why does it hurt? Why is it so hard, so hard to escape? Why do I have to suffer so much?"

"I don't know. When the time comes, you'll understand and when you do, I'll be there for you. So just relax. I'll be there to hold you. You don't have to do it alone." With that said, the boy suddenly wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled tremulously at Bulma, wrapping his small arms around her waist in a gesture of supplication. Vegeta silently watched as Bulma stroked the boy's hair, her lips quirked up in a look of acceptance and delight. However, as soon as the two figures seemed to relax into one another, a horrible high pitched cackle seemed to reverberate across the area where they were seated. Whipping his head around at the same time that Bulma and the boy did, Vegeta found the source of the hideous noise and it sent shivers up his spine. Trying to move his legs so he could snatch Bulma up before it was too late, he found himself still rooted to the spot he was in, unable to move and unable to shout out a warning for them to get away.

Observing in trepidation, Vegeta swallowed slowly as Bulma and the boy scrambled up to their feet in their haste to escape from the evil figure that stood before them.

"So, little prince. You think you can find comfort with that whore over there? Where is your sense of pride? Why did you ever think you could escape from the realization that you are a worthless piece of slime, that you aren't worthy of another's affection? You're allowing yourself to become weak, and for what? The paltry protection she can offer your stained and pathetic shriveled up heart? I thought I taught you long ago that the only love you can have in your life, the only feeling you can have is the pleasure of killing like the mindless beast that you are."

Pulling away from Bulma, the boy suddenly became enraged, screaming for Bulma to escape while he turned to face the enemy standing before him, the creature that had turned Vegeta into one of the horrors the universe had cowered underneath. Frieza.

"You're wrong Frieza! I'm…I don't…" the boy trailed off as he tried to find the right words to express what he wanted to say to the sadist standing in front of him.

Laughing, Frieza moved forward until he was facing the small child. Taking his clawed finger, he traced the boy's jaw line, stopping at his chin. Snickering when the child shuddered and tried to step away, Frieza knelt down so he was facing the boy eye to eye.

"Don't know what to say? Huh, not that I'm surprised. You're nothing but a stupid brat anyway. And look over there." Grabbing the boy's face in his hand, he wrenched it over so that they were both looking at the terrified figure of Bulma. Hissing softly and smiling with a look of pure malevolence, Frieza continued on with his taunting. "So much for her being there for you. She's just watching as I have my fun with you. Pathetic. And you're so stupid that you fell for her act. What rubbish! I thought I trained you better than that. I guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson."

Pushing the boy away, Frieza took a step closer to Bulma, who looked like she wanted to help but didn't know how too. Smirking nastily, Frieza raised his arm, pointing his index finger directly at Bulma's heart.

"You are a fool, just like the Prince. Thinking you can change a man that doesn't want or doesn't need to be changed. Thinking you can make a difference in someone's life. You're wasting your time with him. Well, I despise fools so I've decided to end this little charade right now."

Swallowing, trying to scream, Vegeta let out a silent plea for Bulma to run away. The boy, also seeing the inevitability of Bulma's situation, let out a shriek as he tried to push Frieza out of the way to no avail. Watching in transfixed horror, Vegeta saw Frieza swat the boy away as though he were a pesky fly, chortling when the figure crumpled unconscious into the sand that surrounded them. Turning his attention back to Bulma, he laughed sinisterly as he directed a beam of energy at her heart.

In his head, Vegeta screamed out Bulma's name as she fell in slow motion to the ground, her hand covering the wound in her chest as her blood leaked out as a scattered pattern of red across the sand. He started to scratch at his face, at his eyes as he tried to erase the image of Bulma's body jerking about in death throes as blood poured out of her mouth. Screaming, his eyes snapped open and he found himself…in his spaceship alone lying on the lumpy cot that was his makeshift bed.

Sitting up, he tried to ease the shaking in his limbs. Taking in a deep breath, he fisted his hands into the blanket he was lying on top of, trying to control his fear; trying to convince himself that it was only a nightmare and that none of it had been real.

Calming himself down ended up being more of an ordeal than he thought it should have been. He'd been having nightmares his entire life about Frieza and he'd always been successful at pushing them into one of the many locked doors inside of his head. But something about this dream disturbed him to no end. He kept seeing Bulma's death over and over again and instead of being able to laugh it off, it just kept circling back, disturbing him. It wouldn't leave his mind. Pushing his legs over the side of the bed, he glanced over at the clock above the view screen, the only thing that kept him in reality while he trained aboard the ship. He had managed to fall asleep for a few hours, but he didn't feel rested at all, not with the stupid nightmare still fresh in the back of his mind.

Standing up slowly, he made his way to the floor and sat with his legs crossed. Letting out a shuddering breath, disgusted with his fear, he decided the best way to rid himself of the horrible dream was to go through it and try to peace together what it meant.

Looking back, he realized that the boy in Bulma's lap had been a younger, more innocent version of himself, although he couldn't ever remember a time when he had been fresh faced or ignorant of the cruelty of the world. Obviously, his boyish version was trying to work out the feelings he himself was currently trying to force away and deny. Bulma was still herself, but she was more like some sort of catalyst, helping him to see what was truly inside of his heart, if he even had one to begin with. And then there was Frieza, the force that had molded him into what he had become. The part of him that was resistant to any sort of changes. That had to be what the stupid dream was about. It was the only thing that made sense. But why had he watched the whole thing as though he was an observer? What had been the point of that? To see how twisted his mind was becoming? Shaking his head in distaste, he had a feeling there was more to his observation of the dream then that. Besides, there was no denying the way he reacted to Bulma's imaginary death. If he was still the same Vegeta that had come to Earth in search of the Dragon Balls, he would have scoffed at her death, calling her a fool just as Frieza had for believing she could make a difference in one man's life. But he hadn't. Instead, he had tried to warn her to escape. He had wanted to protect her from hurt and harm, feeling as though she was an extension of his own life. And watching as the blood drained from her body, as he was helpless to prevent it, had scared him more than anything had ever done before. So what the hell did it all mean?

Letting out a sigh, he let his mind wander. He had left Earth to train in space away from distractions. At least on the surface, that's how it appeared. However, his reasons were deeper and more complicated than what they appeared. His real reason for leaving had to do with the fact that he felt like he was losing who he was to the stupid bond he had formed with Bulma. His control over his mind had slipped to such a degree that he had become unsure of a great many things, most importantly, what the hell he was doing on Earth in the first place and with Bulma no less. The idea was that if he got farther away from Bulma, he could train without hearing her thoughts and feeling her emotions and he could start to repair the damage that had been inflicted on his mental barriers and control mechanisms. On the surface, everything seemed to be working according to plan except for the numerous mishaps he was having with the stupid Earth made spaceship. He had started to feel more like himself the farther he got from Earth. Through the use of meditation, he was able to rebuild and concentrate his efforts on making his mental walls stronger than they were before. But there were some unintended side affects as well.

He could still feel Bulma, but not as strongly as on Earth, which only made sense with the distance involved between the two of them. However, the farther he got away from her, the emptier he felt. He didn't understand it. If this was how bonding worked, why the hell would anyone ever go through something like that? It was making him crazy with all of his mixed up feelings. On one hand, he couldn't stand the fact that Bulma seemed to be influencing him through their bond unintentionally even though he was by no means a weak telepath. On the other hand, he…he was beginning to miss her. Swallowing at the mental admission, he let out a grunt. Why did he miss her? He didn't like her, she irritated him, she annoyed him and she was a bitch most of the time. Maybe, he thought, it had to do with the fact that for the first time in his life, he had someone as a companion who…who what? Thinking back, the answer came to him in a moment of insight. She cared about him. Even though he scoffed at the notion, even thinking it was foolish of her to vest an emotion like caring onto someone like him, it was difficult for him to deny the fact that deep down inside, her caring about his well-being was flattering. And now, he was all alone just as he had been for the majority of his life, trying to survive and make himself stronger. For perhaps the first time in his life, he understood how alarmingly depressing a solitary life was and he did not like the sensation.

Opening his eyes as he tried to become comfortable with his realization enough for him to file it away safely in his brain, Vegeta glanced around the spaceship, seeing the mess that surrounded him. Standing up carefully, he made his way around the ship, picking up his dirty training gear and throwing it into an empty storage capsule. Looking over at the scorch mark on the floor where he had blasted the rotten food, he went over to where the water was stored and took out a ragged training shirt. Dampening the shirt while simultaneously making sure that he wasn't wasting any water, Vegeta took the cloth and made his way over to the scorch mark. Normally, he would never have disgraced himself by performing such a degrading task, but there was no one here to clean up his mess and he rather liked having a neat, tidy and orderly living space, much as he tried to keep his mind. Scrubbing away at the mark, he finally felt the lingering fear from his nightmare dissipate. It was actually somewhat relaxing, the motion of scouring the filth off the floor. In a way, it reminded Vegeta of cleansing the demons from his own life, a process that he had been undergoing as long as he could remember. Satisfied when most of the scorch mark was removed, he stood up and threw the dirty rag over next to the capsule that contained the rest of his dirty garments. Making a mental note to put it inside the capsule later, he went over to his bed, carefully tucking the material in, making it look like he hadn't just slept there.

After all of his monotonous chores were done, he went over and popped another food capsule, this time forcing himself to eat the disgusting food. Fortunately, this one didn't seem to be as rancid as the two he had destroyed so he could stomach it somewhat better. It also helped that he was starving, not having eaten anything in hours. After eating his fill and drinking some of the water that was stored on board his ship, Vegeta thought about training. The only problem was, his energy did not seem to be sufficiently recovered from his last bout of training and the nightmare he had endured probably hadn't helped him get much of a restful sleep. Looking over at the bed, he dreaded falling asleep again, still somewhat nervous about his dreaming pattern. He had been having a lot of dreams about Bulma lately, although the one he had just had was the first in which she had been present during one of his nightmares. Most of his dreams he knew were an extension of their bond. During his waking hours, he was trying his best to ignore it but while he was asleep, subconsciously, he had a feeling that he was checking up on Bulma or perhaps she was checking up on him. Either way, he couldn't escape from her, at least not fully. And again, part of him craved the connection that they shared even though it disturbed him at the same time. He hated feeling so conflicted about himself. Angrily pushing the thought back in his head, he was grateful for the fact that although he was still confused, he was finally back in control of his life, at least temporarily. And perhaps the more time he spent out in space, the more in control he would become so that by the time he was strong enough to face the Androids, he would be back to the way he was before he had come to live at Capsule Corporation.

Smirking slightly, he opened his mouth, exercising his vocal chords even though he was only going to be carrying on a conversation with himself.

"Yes Vegeta. You are strong. You are one of the mightiest warriors in the universe and everyone fears your name. One day, you will be the strongest. You will defeat Kakarot and you will…" his voice trailed off. He would do what once he destroyed Kakarot? Suddenly the idea of traveling around outer space by himself, much like he was currently doing, instilling fear and obedience into the masses, didn't seem as appealing as it once had. He still liked the idea of ruling the universe, as he had always thought that was his pre-destined course of life. But now…there was that damn woman and his soon to be born brat. What was he supposed to do with them? He had already told Bulma that he was planning on leaving Earth for good once he beat Kakarot and she had seemed to go along with his statement. He had a feeling however, that once he destroyed Kakarot, Bulma would either despise him or she would insist that he not leave. He didn't know which option he liked worse. Thinking back to when he had left, he had been shocked when she had said she hated him. It was not a comfortable feeling to be told by your mate that they despised you. And no matter what he did in life from now on, no matter how much he tried to push Bulma away, she was tied to him for eternity. There would be no escape from her and he supposed he would rather have her tolerate him than hate him because it would make his life that much simpler. But how could he avoid that when there was no turning away from his course of action to destroy Kakarot? As for leaving…

"Huh, I could always take her and the brat with me." Scratching his head, he looked towards the front of the ship pensively. Why was he even thinking about this garbage? Still, he had nothing better to do and it was proving to be an interesting way to engage his intellectual side.

"Actually, if the Onna would ever figure out how to keep her damn mouth shut, it might actually be a good idea. Ha! She could be my concubine (even though he knew she was more than that, but it wouldn't do his reputation any good if everyone knew who she really was) and my lackey, fixing the blasted ship whenever it breaks down. As for the brat, I'm not really sure. When he gets older, I suppose I could train him. Bah, this is fucking ridiculous! She'd laugh at me if she knew what I was thinking, stupid Woman!"

Besides, except for her brief trip to planet Namek, Bulma had never really traveled in space. Supposing she would actually consent to serving him in the capacity of a servant woman, something she already refused to do, he had a feeling that traveling with her would be akin to throwing himself to a rabid crowd. Not a pleasant experience. Since she had never learned how to respect those stronger than herself, he had a feeling he would end up having to kill a great many people to keep her from getting harmed and he could not see lowering himself like that as a good thing. Besides, she had a settled existence on Earth and he highly doubted she would leave what she had to go along with him on some hell bent mission to reclaim his lost birthright as the supreme ruler of the universe.

But that still left him with the uncomfortable realization that in all actuality, the thought of permanently leaving Bulma was beginning to lose its appeal. All because he missed her. Ugh, what a weakling he was becoming, missing a loud-mouthed powerless woman who had managed to effectively drive him to insanity. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he tried to think up a solution to his predicament. There was no way that he was not going to eventually kill Kakarot. But as to the rest, he couldn't see himself settling down on Earth, which he knew was what Bulma would want him to do. That existence would be boring, not to mention extremely irritating. The only thing he could think of would be to set himself up as the ruler of the galaxy once Kakarot was out of the picture and then discretely come and visit Bulma and his brat when time allowed for it. Grunting in disgust, he decided his current train of thought was pointless and ridiculous. Since when had he ever really thought in depth about his future, especially how it would relate to another individual? He would just have to concentrate his efforts on becoming strong enough to destroy Kakarot, and once that was done, he would figure out where to go from there.

Standing up and stretching his arms out above his head, Vegeta decided the only way to clear his head of such stupid thoughts would be to train even more under the strain of intense gravity. That way, he could only concentrate on what he needed to do to survive, not the idiotic things that came to his head whenever he let himself delve into his retarded bond to a moody human female. Walking over to the control panel, he activated the gravity to 200 times, deciding to take it easy on his muscles, which were still somewhat sore from his last bout of training. Waiting patiently as the gravity engaged, Vegeta started to do his warm up exercises, finally getting into his routine. Panting slightly, he was starting to feel the thrill of training when a beeping noise started to emit from the control center. Growling under his breath, he ignored it until his training was stopped in a most unsatisfactory way. Doing a few backflips, Vegeta was in the middle of one when the computer's voice came on saying the gravity control mechanism had a fatal error. In less then a millisecond, Vegeta found himself crashing into the ceiling of the space ship as the gravity suddenly disengaged, the force he had exerted under 200 times gravity doubling as the restraint was gone. Groaning from the pain of having his face smashed into the metal ceiling, he lowered himself to the ground and angrily walked over to the gravity simulator control panel. Looking at the screen, his growling turned into a roar as he saw the flashing warning light that said there was a fatal error and that the gravity simulator would be locked down until someone could properly fix it. Slamming his fist down in anger, he cursed when he smashed in part of the control panel, effectively sealing his fate with the simulator.

"Curse that Woman!" Vegeta shouted in frustration. He couldn't get her out of his head and now, it seemed destiny thought it was amusing to show him how much he obviously couldn't live without her technological know how. It was going to be a very rough ride for Vegeta as he struggled to keep away from the woman who somehow was managing to continue to torment him as he tried to finally attain what was his by birth: the legendary Super Saiyan.

Poor Veggie! What's he going to do without the gravity simulator as he flies through space alone? Will this cause him to come back home for some much needed repairs on his ship? To find out, read the next chapter! And as always, please remember to review! Thanks-Vegamarie