Chapter the twenty-fourth
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That night was a big change for Vegeta, sleeping next to his wife once again. Before he'd been sleeping all cramped up in that little space ship with his stomach growling and his throat practically cracking. Now he was sleeping next to the one thing that was worth keeping on this earth... Bulma. He rolled over and looked at the gem sleeping next to him, the best catch in West City. A little smile even came to his lips as he stared at her thinking about how beautiful she was. He didn't know that sometimes when Bulma was awake and laying in bed, she'd stare at him and think about how handsome he was.
As Vegeta looked at her he began to think what a waste it would be to lose her and the Earth to the hands of a merciless Cell. Surely they could stop it from happening, surely they could save Bulma . . . Wait, save Bulma??? Wasn't he usually thinking about himself in these sorts of situations? He shook his head from side to side and closed his eyes. Something was definitely changing inside of him . . . Something.
Now he started thinking about Cell as sleep began to slowly drift into his body. Cell. The person who'd most likely cause the end of the planet that he had been growing to love. Cell was so strong . . . He could inflict much more pain on anyone than he had on Vegeta now that he was stronger. When the Cell Games began in ten days, what if Cell were to cause more pain? Vegeta didn't think he could bear the pain that Cell had inflicted on him once more. It was too intense, too flaring . . . The worst pain he'd ever felt. Wait, what was happening? He'd never been afraid of pain before! He'd always been not caring, just thinking he could run out and beat anyone up without consequences. But ever since Freeza he'd known how wrong he had been. Vegeta felt himself start to shiver with fear and his mouth went dry. Something would have to be done about Cell, but . . . How could it be done avoiding pain?
The next morning Bulma looked at the clock and noticed that it was 12:00 noon and Vegeta still wasn't up, while he was usually up at 8:00 in the morning! Something was definitely wrong with this picture! She pranced into her and Vegeta's room and noticed that he was laying in bed with his eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. He was obviously thinking hard about something.
"Whatcha thinking about, Punkin?" Bulma asked, throwing his clothes at him. Vegeta groaned and pulled the covers over his head. "Leave me alone woman!" Vegeta shouted. Bulma pulled the covers off of him. "Either get up or tell me what's bothering you. It's not like you to get up at 12:00 noon." She said. Vegeta shrugged. "Nuthin's wrong." He said. "I just felt like sitting in bed until twelve o clock." Bulma grabbed his rugby shirt and brandished it at him. "Put it on. It doesn't look like you're going to be getting up because all you can do is wallow in your own self pity and not tell me what's wrong."
Vegeta sighed and rolled over. "I don't KNOW if they'res anything wrong." He said. "I got to thinking last night, and. . . I was thinking about something I should NOT have been thinking about, and now I can't STOP thinking about it, and it's making me MISERABLE!" `
Bulma pitied her poor hubby. "Oh... there there. Just get up and you'll forget all about it!" She grabbed his arm and attempted to wrench him up and out of bed. Veggie resisted with all he could. "You'll not get me out of bed!" He complained. Bulma just smiled at him and yanked on him harder. "Oh come on! The Cell Games are in ten days, don't you want to train?" For the first time, Bulma saw Vegeta shake his head when asked if he wanted to train. "No!" He barked, and then rolled over. Bulma knew exactly what to do in these kinds of situations. Irritate the snot out of him.
Because Vegeta was laying on his belly, Bulma sat on his back and massaged his shoulders. "Quit that!" Vegeta roared at her. Bulma purpously dug her nails into his strong back, making him squeal. "OWW! Don't!" He shouted. "Why don't you just go away and leave me alone, hm?"
Bulma smiled and rubbed his neck with both of her hands. Vegeta squirmed. "Stoppit! Your hands are cold, woman!" He said. Bulma just laughed at him and continued. "I'll be an irritant until you get up." She said, rubbing his back with her hands, trying to make it painful. But it seemed Vegeta was enjoying it. "No . . . I think that I might start to like this." He commented. Bulma realized that she'd probably put him to sleep this way so she stopped. She leaned down and whispered into his ear, "You'd better get up sweetheart, or I'll tickle you mercilessly." Bulma knew that even though he was a cold-blooded killer, and a very solemn person who never laughed, he was hyperticklish. Vegeta's eyes widened. "Oh, fine." He said with a pouting tone, and sat up. He grabbed his rugby and put it on over his head, then his tight tight jeans.He stood up. "This ain't over." He said teasingly, ruffling her already ruffled hair. Bulma smiled and grabbed his muscular arm. "Hands to yourself, mister." She joked. She was glad that Vegeta was back to his old self; not exactly happy go lucky, but happier than he was around Kakarott. Vegeta wrestled with her arm playfully, trying to probably get to somewhere that only husbands should touch. Bulma laughed. "Stop that!" She said. Vegeta kept up his irritating. Bulma slapped him, and he stopped.
"Vegeta, I was wondering about Cell . . . What do you think he's doing with his spare time?" She asked. "These ten days? Like . . . is he killing innocent people?" Bulma asked. At the name 'Cell' Vegeta became uneasy. "Uh . . . I don't know." He said. " I could actually not care any less. All that I care about it training to kick his ass. I'm not about to sink to Kakarott's level and be weary for all the weaklings on this planet. Only one." Bulma knew which 'weakling' he was talking about, and it was her. She doubted if he'd lift a finger to save Baby Trunks, but he would for her. He actually hated Baby Trunks, as she'd so bluntly figured out by Vegeta saying so. And she knew that 'saiyan's didn't lie.' But as long as SHE loved Baby Tunk, things were fine. She got up and kissed Vegeta. "Well . . . Just to be safe, I was needing to run and get a part from the mechanics store, so if you could follow me there, just to be safe, well . . . I'd be eternally greatful."
When Vegeta looked in her pretty blue eyes he really couldn't resist.
Vegeta followed her to the mechanics store, and now they were helplessly standing in line for this little tiny part. "Thanks so much for coming." She told Vegeta. He just grunted and told her to shut up. He was too busy thinking about Cell to think about being nice to her at the moment. And the more he thought about Cell, the more he became afraid of him. He tried and tried to stop thinking about the pain he'd gone through in his selfish attempts to get out of the cave alive, but his struggles were in vain. He only became more and more worried.
Bulma knew there was indeed something wrong with her husband by the skittish way he was acting. He would keep biting his lower lip and chewing on it in a nervous way, brushing his hands through his hair, kicking the ground and chewing his nails. She also noticed that he would not eat, and she could hear his stomach growl from the place she stood in line. He was obviously ravenous, but it was a mystery to why he wouldn't eat. Bulma clapped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "Are you Okay, Cupcake?" She asked. Vegeta nodded frantically and then just kept up his jerky head movements of searching around himself. Bulma sighed. *Nothing wrong my ass, honey.* she thought, and stared ahead at the fat woman in front of her.
As they stood in line, Vegeta felt blood from his bottom lip spurt into his mouth. He had been chewing it so entirely hard that he was breaking the skin and tearing it up. But he was frightened. Very frightened. So frightened that he was constantly searching about for Cell's ki. Vegeta was even MORE frightened than he already was when he sensed it.
Vegeta jumped, as if someone had tapped him on the shoulder unexpectedly. Bulma noticed it and whirled around. "Punkin?" She asked, looking into his nervous eyes. "You sure don't look Okay to me!" His face was now a pale white. "You look sick!" Bulma whined. "Come on, let's go home! You need to rest! I'm sorry I got you out of bed, I should have known you didn't feel good!" When she tried to drag him out Vegeta froze in his tracks. "Bulma! I'm not . . . not . . . not sick." He said, then took in a shuddering breath. Bulma hugged him so hard he thought his lungs would spurt out his mouth. "We'll be home soon sweetie, but . . . If you start to feel bad you tell me, K? Then we'll go home and I'll fix you a nice hot bath!"*6
Vegeta ignored her. He could still sense Cell's ki, which was getting stronger. He was coming for the store itself! But why? Vegeta started to sweat up a storm. He felt like crying. *What's wrong with me? I've never been scared to fight ANYONE before, even the person who abused me since I was 10! Why am I scared of Cell all of the sudden? No! I can't be scared! Saiyans don't get scared!* But the closer Cell got to the store the more Veggie doubted himself. He huddled in closer to Bulma and ran a shaky hand through his hair. His stomach was filled with nervous butterflies.
"What is your problem, Vegeta?" Bulma asked her husband when he practically knocked her over from trying to huddle against her. He bit his lip even harder. "Ce-Ce-Ce-.... CELL!" He blurted out. Bulma's eyes widened. "Oh no!" She said. "What do we... EEEEKKKK!!" Cell burst in through the roof, now wearing a new look. He looked half way handsome now which was a major improvement from before. Everybody in the store was too scared to move.
"Oh, well what have we here? The wimpy Prince that I almost killed a while ago!" He said. He walked up to Veggie with a smug look on his face. Bulma screamed and ran behind the store clerk's counter, where most everybody was hiding. Vegeta just gulped and stood his ground. He wouldn't let Cell get to him.
Cell smirked at Vegeta. "You're quite lucky you're alive, Vegeta. If it wasn't for Goku I would have killed you. But I can kill you now...." Vegeta started to back away, but cell stomped a foot on Vegeta's to keep him glued to the spot. "Ow!" Vegeta shreaked. He gave a nervous glance back at Bulma, who was fearing for him. "Stop it! Let him go!" She ranted at Cell. She got up and started to run towards him.
"Bulma! No!" Vegeta shouted. But it was too late. She started to pound her fists on Cell. "You stupid Veggie hurter! I outta shove a drain pipe down your throat! I hate you!!" She continued her barrage of punches on Cell, which weren't hurting him at all. Cell chuckled.
"Vegeta, I think instead of killing YOU, I'll..." He took his foot off of Vegeta's, setting him free. But Bulma wasn't going to be so lucky. Cell grabbed both of her wrists to stop her barrage of punches. He didn't let go, though. Vegeta started to chew on his nails. *Oh God what to do what to do Oh GOD-* His thoughts raved. His fear of Cell was keeping him from attacking the ugly green bug-like monster. Sweat poured down Geeta's face. "Vegeta! Help!" Bulma was screaming as the monster stared her in the eyes. Vegeta just stood there with his pale face and sweaty brow, running his hands through his hair and chewing his nails. He really wanted to save his woman, but, he was just so scared that he couldn't budge. He watched Bulma scream in agony as Cell wrenched her arms backwards. People were staring at Vegeta and yelling, "Save her, Mr. Man with the big muscles!" but Vegeta could not. All he could do was stand there and cry about it.
Cell looked up at the Prince, who was now bawling his eyes out. "Aw . . . Does the baby need a bottle?" He jokingly asked. This remark made Vegeta mad. He forgot all about his fear of the monster, and was focused on his love for Bulma and his anger at the disruptive insult. "HAAAH!" He screamed as he began to power up. He turned Super Saiyan. Everybody around him stared. "Wow, that man just turned blonde!" They were saying.
Vegeta rushed towards Cell and decked him across the face, causing him to drop the screaming Bulma. Before Vegeta even came to punch Cell again he rushed to his wife's side.
She was screaming and holding her right arm. "Vegeta . . . He broke my arm!" She complained. "It's either broke or sprained!" Vegeta lovingly stroked her hair. "Are you . . . Fine... I mean, of COURSE you're Okay! How could you be so stupid as to start to punch him? HOW? You could have gotten worse than a hurt arm, you could have lost your life! What would Baby Trunks do then?" He asked. Bulma just stared into his onyx colored eyes meaningly. She smiled at him. "I did it because he was hurting you!" She said. Vegeta smirked at her. "Thank you." He whispered. "But I don't need anybody's help. You should have just minded your own business!" With that he stood up and left her on the floor. But Cell was gone . . . Along with the lives of the innocent people. Of course Vegeta didn't care. He was so scared that his knees were trembling. "I'm ALIVE." He said in awe. But then he remembered Bulma.
He walked up to her. She was pulling herself to her feet. "You big old jerk!" She said. "I can't believe you just stood there while he did that to me! Are you brain dead? Are you losing your mind?" Vegeta just stood there and looked at her. "I . . . I don't know." He said. He was about to slump away in his own self pity when Bulma caught his arm. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings." She said. Vegeta just scowled at her.
"YOU DID NOT HURT MY FEELINGS WOMAN!" He hollered. Bulma cowered back at him. She knew he was not brain dead. She knew that he'd been scared of Cell, and now he was terrified from what he'd seen. She saw his eyes well up with tears helplessly. She felt so sorry for him that she ran up and wrapped both arms around him, even the broken one. The broken arm screamed when she wrapped it around his thin body. "Hey, now . . . don't cry!" She said. "You did just fine! I'm not dead now am I? And those people . . . They didn't stand a chance!"
Vegeta looked down at her with tears welling up over his bottom eye- lids. "I'm not crying because of the people . . . *sob*" He cried. Bulma kissed his chest. "Then how come you're crying? You've really been turning into a wuss." She exclaimed. Vegeta wiped the tears from his eyes, only for them to be replaced with new ones. His body racked with each sob, and the tears began to rain down his face. Bulma buried her face into her Hubby's chest. "Aw . . ." Bulma said. "You're going to make me cry! Now tell me why you're crying so that I can help you." She hugged him even harder. Even mighty saiyans needed to be hugged sometimes.
"I . . . I . . . I . . ." Vegeta began. Could he tell Bulma just how scared he was of going to The Cell Games and fighting Cell? Could he tell her that he was so scared he'd resorted to crying? "I . . . I. . ." He decided just to blurt it out. "I . . . I'm scared of Cell!" He hollered. Then he started to cry even harder into Bulma's busty chest. Bulma felt bad for him. But then she realized that Vegeta would NEVER tell someone he was scared of something . . . But now he had. Bulma looked into his crying eyes and cupped both her hands on his cheeks. "Oh, sweety . . . Why? You've never been afraid to fight before! It's always just been . . . ruthless fighting. Now you're SCARED? That just doesn't seem right." She said. They stood holding eachother for a long time. But Vegeta still cried. "Muh-My stomach hurts!" He finally blurted out. Bulma snuggled her head into his chest. "Well, I imagine! You've been crying for at least fifteen minutes!" Bulma said. Vegeta stepped back. "I want to go home and rest. Can we just forget about your machine part?" He asked. When Bulma nodded, Vegeta smirked as he followed her out the door. He could get her to do anything for him.
Vegeta was training in the G.R to try and beat his fear of Cell. He was training on 500 times normal gravity at this time, which was no easy task to complete. It really was a pain. He was trying to figure out WHY he was afraid of Cell when he hadn't even been afraid of FREEZA! This was pathetic! As he was doing this, he decided on something. Yes, he'd go to the Cell games, but . . . The other Z warriors didn't have to know why he wouldn't fight. He'd just kind of stand back and watch Kakarott and his son get murdered. And possibly the others die too. WAIT! If . . . They all died, then . . . HE'D have to fight Cell and HE'D get killed and the he'd go to hell. Vegeta was sad.
Now it was five days until the Cell Saga and Vegeta was still a bit scared of Cell. He had been avoiding Bulma because he was embarrassed about crying like a baby right in front of her. Even though he'd done it many times before, he had never done it for such an embarrassing reason in his life, well . . . Maybe that time he'd cried at Goku because of his horrible life. Vegeta forgot about that as fast as he could and turned his mind towards the Cell Games. Trunks would be coming . . . so maybe he could train with Trunks? Vegeta, even though he hated the idea, walked into Trunks's room anyway. Trunks was writing something.
"Boy!" Vegeta shouted. "Get up and come to train with me! It's no fun by myself!" Trunks looked up from what he was writing and into Vegeta's eyes. "Dad . . . I'm trying to do something! Can't you come in later?" He asked. Vegeta stomped a foot.
"DON'T CALL ME DAD!!"
Trunks backed up a little. "Sorry Vegeta. But can't you wait? Take Baby Trunks in there with you or something." He said. Vegeta snickered. "*Honk Honk* No. He's a BABY!" He said. "But if you want to just sit here and not get strong enough to beat Cell and die, then be my guest. Keep on writing." He turned to walk out.
"Wait Vegeta!" He said. Vegeta whirled around. "Yes?" He asked. Trunks stepped a little bit closer to him. "Okay. I guess that I'll come and train with you in the G.R. What degree of Gravity?"
"500."
"You're on!" Father and son walked out of the house towards the Gravity room, with Bulma watching them. "Look Baby Trunks! They're finally making friends with eachother! Perhaps it won't be so bad afterall!" Baby Trunks just gurgled.
Vegeta finally got frustrated with Trunks after awhile and sent him on his way, but even through the immense training he was still scared. To tell you the truth, he was terrified! He decided to kick up a notch on his training, so that he might be able to beat Cell with just a couple of punches. But Vegeta's body didn't think so. When Vegeta turned the Gravity Machine up to 550, his legs gave out from under him and he fell to his knees on the ground. He groaned with the rattling pain that shot up his muscular body.
*This sucks. I suck.* He thought. Vegeta got up and started his normal training exercises, which included punching and kicking, flipping and somersaulting. But he soon grew REALLY sore. "Screw this hurting myself. I'm turning this machine off." He said to himself, and turned it off. He found that training in 550 times normal gravity was no fun at all when he came back inside the house.
Bulma saw Vegeta head for the bathroom. "What's the problem, Punkin?" She asked, as he 'accidently' pushed her down on the way to the bathroom. When the door closed she heard violent puking. *Oh, great. Now the idiot's going to learn why you shouldn't overwork your body.* Bulma thought. Bulma banged on the door. "Let me in, sweetie! I can help you!" She shouted. Vegeta yelled back, "Shut up and go away! I don't need your lousy help!" Then she heard another fresh bout of throw up. "Are you sure you're-"
"I'M FINE!"
Bulma just left it at that and turned heel back into the kitchen. She decided that when Vegeta was grumpy, it was best to stay away from him before you got whacked.
Vegeta wiped vomit from around his mouth with the side of a hand. *I overworked myself, with my fear and my immense training.* He thought. He looked at one of his hands. It was trembling helplessly from fear and fatigue. He couldn't fight Cell like this and even last a minute! Vegeta gulped. "Oh, Great." He said. He then remembered how he'd told Bulma his stomach was hurting 5 days ago. It was because of his fear, not the baby tears! He guessed now, the stomach ache and the training egged him to puking. Vegeta splashed water in his face to try and make himself feel better.
*I can't fight like this, but if I don't show up for the Cell games . . . That would be prideless! A true warrior fights no matter what!* His mind raved. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Vegeta screamed to himself.
Bulma heard Vegeta scream 'SHUT UP!' at himself. "Veggie? Please come out!" She pleaded. Vegeta kicked the bathroom door. "Shut up woman or this door will be off the hinges." He said. Bulma just shrugged and walked away.
Vegeta finally pulled himself together enough to pull out of the bathroom, dragging his feet with a long face. Bulma just stared at him as he passed her. "Why were you throwing up? Did you eat something that didn't agree?" She asked. Vegeta just kept on walking. "Nunya." He said, and slammed the door of Bulma and his room as he went inside and layed down on the bed, debating with himself.
Vegeta's head ached with a dull, numbing irritance. Damn this stress! He looked at the ceiling as he thought about how things might go. He, Vegeta, was scared! Scared of a little fight! He had never been scared in his life before, and now here he was cowering. * I gotta get rid of this stress. It's making me miserable.* He thought, banging a fist on the couch. He then heard the door open, and Bulma daintily waltz in. "Veggie . . ." She said. "I know you really don't want to see me right now, and probably don't want to see ANYONE anymore, I . . . I can't help but want to make you stop being scared. You know I love you, and--"
"Stop right there."
Bulma stopped in the middle of her sentence, just like Vegeta had requested. Vegeta sat up and tried to ignore the headache. "Bulma, Get out. I'm not in the mood to listen to your dribble right now." He said. Bulma's eyes were now full of hurt. "But Vegeta--"
"SHUT UP!"
Bulma shut up. But she walked slowly towards Vegeta's bed. "Don't come one step closer, I don't need your sympathy." Vegeta plainly said. Bulma still stepped towards him and eventually got to the point where she could sit on the side of the bed next to him. Vegeta just stared up at her. "You'd better not touch me."
Bulma smiled at him. "You really don't mean that do you?" She asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yes. I'd like to bask in my own self pity right now, and I don't need your help doing it." He grimaced as a wave of nausea passed over him. Bulma smiled again. "Stress?" She asked, bumping him beneath his chin. Vegeta turned his head. "I said don't touch me! And, yes, it is stress for your information. It's because, like I told you, I'm scared to fight Cell."
Bulma leaned down and hugged him, pressing his cheek against her breasts. Vegeta blushed a little bit. "Let go of me, Bulma." He advised. Bulma smiled and gave him a noogy. "I'm touching you! I'm TOUCHING YOU!" She teased. Vegeta wriggled his way out of her grasp. "Don't!" He shouted. Bulma grabbed him. Vegeta punched at her. "Don't! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" He shouted. When she leaned down to kiss his face, he spit in hers. Bulma was revolted. "Ew, you nasty man!" She shouted. Vegeta snickered at her misfortune. "NOW will you leave me alone?" He asked. Bulma smiled mischieviously at him. "No. Since you spit in my face so rudely I will NOT leave you alone. I'll bother you." Vegeta growled and kicked at her. But this violent action caused his stomach to hurt even worse. "I need a theripist. Before the Cell Games." He mumbled to Bulma. Bulma leaned down and hugged him, and this time he didn't fight. "Poor Veggie. I'll take you to a theripist tomorrow." She promised.
"Vegeta Breifs?" The woman asked, coming into the waiting room the next day. Bulma grabbed Vegeta's hand and yanked him up with it. "Present." She said. The woman smiled at Vegeta's face when he yanked his hand away from Bulma's. "Someone grumpy today?" The lady asked. "Always." said Bulma, rolling her eyes. Vegeta threatened the woman with a fist. "You'd better watch it before your teeth are on the floor." He said, and then Bulma dragged him into the back. She sat him down in the psychiatrist's chair. The lady walked in and sat down in the chair besides Vegeta. Vegeta made himself comfortable on the bed-like coushin thingy.
"Okay, Vegeta, my name is Dr. Lunatic. I'll be your psyciatrist today." She said. Vegeta and Bulma both giggled at her name. "Don't worry. Go ahead and laugh. Everyone laughs at my name." Dr. Lunatic said. Vegeta laughed even harder, laughed so hard it caused his stomach and head to hurt. He and Bulma laughed for five minutes, until the doctor shreaked, "SHUT UP!"
"Okay, Vegeta, what problem do you have? Why have you come to see me today?" The Doctor asked Veggie. Vegeta crossed his arms. "Uh . . . I don't want to tell you." He said. Bulma sighed. "Vegeta, don't be difficult. We came today because he's scared to fight someone, and he's never been scared to fight."
"What, is he in a gang?"
"NO! He'd never be in a gang! He's smarter than that, he's just . . . Well, fighting is what he lives for."
"And why?"
"I DON'T KNOW WHY, JUST SHUT UP AND MAKE HIM STOP BEING SCARED!"
The doctor's shaky hands nervously dropped the papers she'd been holding. She bent down and picked them up. "Vegeta . . . Exactly WHY are you scared of this person? What qualities make you afraid of this person?" She asked. Vegeta snickered. "Well, he's bigger than me, stronger than me, and he has this tail he can poke me with and kill me."
The look on DR. Lunatic's face was funny. "Uh . . . Uh . . . Okay. You have a lot to be scared of." She said. "But maybe I should suggest this . . . Try to work things out with this person--I mean monster--" Then she fell over and fainted. Vegeta looked down at her. "Quack." He mumbled, and got up. He and Bulma went out.
"Well she didn't help any!" Bulma griped. "She didn't help you at all! What a retard! She needs to be fired!" Vegeta was nodding in agreement to everything she said. "I know." He said plainly, and stared ahead of him. His head ache had subsided, but as soon as he thought this it came roaring back with a purple passion, so bad it caused dots to form across his vision. *Shit . . .* He thought, not awaiting the Cell Games, which took place in just four days.
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Like this chapter? I know Vegeta doesn't cry, but I thought it would be funny if he did in that situation. Next chapter, a good lemon at the beginning and then comes the Cell Games, and guess what Vegeta does? WAIT AND SEE!! I'll try to update a little quicker this time, sorry about that long wait. I had just been very busy with my homework, and trying to finish The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon. It was a great book! Read it some time!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
CAN SOME OF YOU PEOPLE WHO READ THIS STORY PLEASE READ AND REVIEW MY OTHERS? THEY ARE SO UNPOPULAR BUT THEY'RE JUST AS GOOD AS THIS ONE! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!
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That night was a big change for Vegeta, sleeping next to his wife once again. Before he'd been sleeping all cramped up in that little space ship with his stomach growling and his throat practically cracking. Now he was sleeping next to the one thing that was worth keeping on this earth... Bulma. He rolled over and looked at the gem sleeping next to him, the best catch in West City. A little smile even came to his lips as he stared at her thinking about how beautiful she was. He didn't know that sometimes when Bulma was awake and laying in bed, she'd stare at him and think about how handsome he was.
As Vegeta looked at her he began to think what a waste it would be to lose her and the Earth to the hands of a merciless Cell. Surely they could stop it from happening, surely they could save Bulma . . . Wait, save Bulma??? Wasn't he usually thinking about himself in these sorts of situations? He shook his head from side to side and closed his eyes. Something was definitely changing inside of him . . . Something.
Now he started thinking about Cell as sleep began to slowly drift into his body. Cell. The person who'd most likely cause the end of the planet that he had been growing to love. Cell was so strong . . . He could inflict much more pain on anyone than he had on Vegeta now that he was stronger. When the Cell Games began in ten days, what if Cell were to cause more pain? Vegeta didn't think he could bear the pain that Cell had inflicted on him once more. It was too intense, too flaring . . . The worst pain he'd ever felt. Wait, what was happening? He'd never been afraid of pain before! He'd always been not caring, just thinking he could run out and beat anyone up without consequences. But ever since Freeza he'd known how wrong he had been. Vegeta felt himself start to shiver with fear and his mouth went dry. Something would have to be done about Cell, but . . . How could it be done avoiding pain?
The next morning Bulma looked at the clock and noticed that it was 12:00 noon and Vegeta still wasn't up, while he was usually up at 8:00 in the morning! Something was definitely wrong with this picture! She pranced into her and Vegeta's room and noticed that he was laying in bed with his eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. He was obviously thinking hard about something.
"Whatcha thinking about, Punkin?" Bulma asked, throwing his clothes at him. Vegeta groaned and pulled the covers over his head. "Leave me alone woman!" Vegeta shouted. Bulma pulled the covers off of him. "Either get up or tell me what's bothering you. It's not like you to get up at 12:00 noon." She said. Vegeta shrugged. "Nuthin's wrong." He said. "I just felt like sitting in bed until twelve o clock." Bulma grabbed his rugby shirt and brandished it at him. "Put it on. It doesn't look like you're going to be getting up because all you can do is wallow in your own self pity and not tell me what's wrong."
Vegeta sighed and rolled over. "I don't KNOW if they'res anything wrong." He said. "I got to thinking last night, and. . . I was thinking about something I should NOT have been thinking about, and now I can't STOP thinking about it, and it's making me MISERABLE!" `
Bulma pitied her poor hubby. "Oh... there there. Just get up and you'll forget all about it!" She grabbed his arm and attempted to wrench him up and out of bed. Veggie resisted with all he could. "You'll not get me out of bed!" He complained. Bulma just smiled at him and yanked on him harder. "Oh come on! The Cell Games are in ten days, don't you want to train?" For the first time, Bulma saw Vegeta shake his head when asked if he wanted to train. "No!" He barked, and then rolled over. Bulma knew exactly what to do in these kinds of situations. Irritate the snot out of him.
Because Vegeta was laying on his belly, Bulma sat on his back and massaged his shoulders. "Quit that!" Vegeta roared at her. Bulma purpously dug her nails into his strong back, making him squeal. "OWW! Don't!" He shouted. "Why don't you just go away and leave me alone, hm?"
Bulma smiled and rubbed his neck with both of her hands. Vegeta squirmed. "Stoppit! Your hands are cold, woman!" He said. Bulma just laughed at him and continued. "I'll be an irritant until you get up." She said, rubbing his back with her hands, trying to make it painful. But it seemed Vegeta was enjoying it. "No . . . I think that I might start to like this." He commented. Bulma realized that she'd probably put him to sleep this way so she stopped. She leaned down and whispered into his ear, "You'd better get up sweetheart, or I'll tickle you mercilessly." Bulma knew that even though he was a cold-blooded killer, and a very solemn person who never laughed, he was hyperticklish. Vegeta's eyes widened. "Oh, fine." He said with a pouting tone, and sat up. He grabbed his rugby and put it on over his head, then his tight tight jeans.He stood up. "This ain't over." He said teasingly, ruffling her already ruffled hair. Bulma smiled and grabbed his muscular arm. "Hands to yourself, mister." She joked. She was glad that Vegeta was back to his old self; not exactly happy go lucky, but happier than he was around Kakarott. Vegeta wrestled with her arm playfully, trying to probably get to somewhere that only husbands should touch. Bulma laughed. "Stop that!" She said. Vegeta kept up his irritating. Bulma slapped him, and he stopped.
"Vegeta, I was wondering about Cell . . . What do you think he's doing with his spare time?" She asked. "These ten days? Like . . . is he killing innocent people?" Bulma asked. At the name 'Cell' Vegeta became uneasy. "Uh . . . I don't know." He said. " I could actually not care any less. All that I care about it training to kick his ass. I'm not about to sink to Kakarott's level and be weary for all the weaklings on this planet. Only one." Bulma knew which 'weakling' he was talking about, and it was her. She doubted if he'd lift a finger to save Baby Trunks, but he would for her. He actually hated Baby Trunks, as she'd so bluntly figured out by Vegeta saying so. And she knew that 'saiyan's didn't lie.' But as long as SHE loved Baby Tunk, things were fine. She got up and kissed Vegeta. "Well . . . Just to be safe, I was needing to run and get a part from the mechanics store, so if you could follow me there, just to be safe, well . . . I'd be eternally greatful."
When Vegeta looked in her pretty blue eyes he really couldn't resist.
Vegeta followed her to the mechanics store, and now they were helplessly standing in line for this little tiny part. "Thanks so much for coming." She told Vegeta. He just grunted and told her to shut up. He was too busy thinking about Cell to think about being nice to her at the moment. And the more he thought about Cell, the more he became afraid of him. He tried and tried to stop thinking about the pain he'd gone through in his selfish attempts to get out of the cave alive, but his struggles were in vain. He only became more and more worried.
Bulma knew there was indeed something wrong with her husband by the skittish way he was acting. He would keep biting his lower lip and chewing on it in a nervous way, brushing his hands through his hair, kicking the ground and chewing his nails. She also noticed that he would not eat, and she could hear his stomach growl from the place she stood in line. He was obviously ravenous, but it was a mystery to why he wouldn't eat. Bulma clapped a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "Are you Okay, Cupcake?" She asked. Vegeta nodded frantically and then just kept up his jerky head movements of searching around himself. Bulma sighed. *Nothing wrong my ass, honey.* she thought, and stared ahead at the fat woman in front of her.
As they stood in line, Vegeta felt blood from his bottom lip spurt into his mouth. He had been chewing it so entirely hard that he was breaking the skin and tearing it up. But he was frightened. Very frightened. So frightened that he was constantly searching about for Cell's ki. Vegeta was even MORE frightened than he already was when he sensed it.
Vegeta jumped, as if someone had tapped him on the shoulder unexpectedly. Bulma noticed it and whirled around. "Punkin?" She asked, looking into his nervous eyes. "You sure don't look Okay to me!" His face was now a pale white. "You look sick!" Bulma whined. "Come on, let's go home! You need to rest! I'm sorry I got you out of bed, I should have known you didn't feel good!" When she tried to drag him out Vegeta froze in his tracks. "Bulma! I'm not . . . not . . . not sick." He said, then took in a shuddering breath. Bulma hugged him so hard he thought his lungs would spurt out his mouth. "We'll be home soon sweetie, but . . . If you start to feel bad you tell me, K? Then we'll go home and I'll fix you a nice hot bath!"*6
Vegeta ignored her. He could still sense Cell's ki, which was getting stronger. He was coming for the store itself! But why? Vegeta started to sweat up a storm. He felt like crying. *What's wrong with me? I've never been scared to fight ANYONE before, even the person who abused me since I was 10! Why am I scared of Cell all of the sudden? No! I can't be scared! Saiyans don't get scared!* But the closer Cell got to the store the more Veggie doubted himself. He huddled in closer to Bulma and ran a shaky hand through his hair. His stomach was filled with nervous butterflies.
"What is your problem, Vegeta?" Bulma asked her husband when he practically knocked her over from trying to huddle against her. He bit his lip even harder. "Ce-Ce-Ce-.... CELL!" He blurted out. Bulma's eyes widened. "Oh no!" She said. "What do we... EEEEKKKK!!" Cell burst in through the roof, now wearing a new look. He looked half way handsome now which was a major improvement from before. Everybody in the store was too scared to move.
"Oh, well what have we here? The wimpy Prince that I almost killed a while ago!" He said. He walked up to Veggie with a smug look on his face. Bulma screamed and ran behind the store clerk's counter, where most everybody was hiding. Vegeta just gulped and stood his ground. He wouldn't let Cell get to him.
Cell smirked at Vegeta. "You're quite lucky you're alive, Vegeta. If it wasn't for Goku I would have killed you. But I can kill you now...." Vegeta started to back away, but cell stomped a foot on Vegeta's to keep him glued to the spot. "Ow!" Vegeta shreaked. He gave a nervous glance back at Bulma, who was fearing for him. "Stop it! Let him go!" She ranted at Cell. She got up and started to run towards him.
"Bulma! No!" Vegeta shouted. But it was too late. She started to pound her fists on Cell. "You stupid Veggie hurter! I outta shove a drain pipe down your throat! I hate you!!" She continued her barrage of punches on Cell, which weren't hurting him at all. Cell chuckled.
"Vegeta, I think instead of killing YOU, I'll..." He took his foot off of Vegeta's, setting him free. But Bulma wasn't going to be so lucky. Cell grabbed both of her wrists to stop her barrage of punches. He didn't let go, though. Vegeta started to chew on his nails. *Oh God what to do what to do Oh GOD-* His thoughts raved. His fear of Cell was keeping him from attacking the ugly green bug-like monster. Sweat poured down Geeta's face. "Vegeta! Help!" Bulma was screaming as the monster stared her in the eyes. Vegeta just stood there with his pale face and sweaty brow, running his hands through his hair and chewing his nails. He really wanted to save his woman, but, he was just so scared that he couldn't budge. He watched Bulma scream in agony as Cell wrenched her arms backwards. People were staring at Vegeta and yelling, "Save her, Mr. Man with the big muscles!" but Vegeta could not. All he could do was stand there and cry about it.
Cell looked up at the Prince, who was now bawling his eyes out. "Aw . . . Does the baby need a bottle?" He jokingly asked. This remark made Vegeta mad. He forgot all about his fear of the monster, and was focused on his love for Bulma and his anger at the disruptive insult. "HAAAH!" He screamed as he began to power up. He turned Super Saiyan. Everybody around him stared. "Wow, that man just turned blonde!" They were saying.
Vegeta rushed towards Cell and decked him across the face, causing him to drop the screaming Bulma. Before Vegeta even came to punch Cell again he rushed to his wife's side.
She was screaming and holding her right arm. "Vegeta . . . He broke my arm!" She complained. "It's either broke or sprained!" Vegeta lovingly stroked her hair. "Are you . . . Fine... I mean, of COURSE you're Okay! How could you be so stupid as to start to punch him? HOW? You could have gotten worse than a hurt arm, you could have lost your life! What would Baby Trunks do then?" He asked. Bulma just stared into his onyx colored eyes meaningly. She smiled at him. "I did it because he was hurting you!" She said. Vegeta smirked at her. "Thank you." He whispered. "But I don't need anybody's help. You should have just minded your own business!" With that he stood up and left her on the floor. But Cell was gone . . . Along with the lives of the innocent people. Of course Vegeta didn't care. He was so scared that his knees were trembling. "I'm ALIVE." He said in awe. But then he remembered Bulma.
He walked up to her. She was pulling herself to her feet. "You big old jerk!" She said. "I can't believe you just stood there while he did that to me! Are you brain dead? Are you losing your mind?" Vegeta just stood there and looked at her. "I . . . I don't know." He said. He was about to slump away in his own self pity when Bulma caught his arm. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings." She said. Vegeta just scowled at her.
"YOU DID NOT HURT MY FEELINGS WOMAN!" He hollered. Bulma cowered back at him. She knew he was not brain dead. She knew that he'd been scared of Cell, and now he was terrified from what he'd seen. She saw his eyes well up with tears helplessly. She felt so sorry for him that she ran up and wrapped both arms around him, even the broken one. The broken arm screamed when she wrapped it around his thin body. "Hey, now . . . don't cry!" She said. "You did just fine! I'm not dead now am I? And those people . . . They didn't stand a chance!"
Vegeta looked down at her with tears welling up over his bottom eye- lids. "I'm not crying because of the people . . . *sob*" He cried. Bulma kissed his chest. "Then how come you're crying? You've really been turning into a wuss." She exclaimed. Vegeta wiped the tears from his eyes, only for them to be replaced with new ones. His body racked with each sob, and the tears began to rain down his face. Bulma buried her face into her Hubby's chest. "Aw . . ." Bulma said. "You're going to make me cry! Now tell me why you're crying so that I can help you." She hugged him even harder. Even mighty saiyans needed to be hugged sometimes.
"I . . . I . . . I . . ." Vegeta began. Could he tell Bulma just how scared he was of going to The Cell Games and fighting Cell? Could he tell her that he was so scared he'd resorted to crying? "I . . . I. . ." He decided just to blurt it out. "I . . . I'm scared of Cell!" He hollered. Then he started to cry even harder into Bulma's busty chest. Bulma felt bad for him. But then she realized that Vegeta would NEVER tell someone he was scared of something . . . But now he had. Bulma looked into his crying eyes and cupped both her hands on his cheeks. "Oh, sweety . . . Why? You've never been afraid to fight before! It's always just been . . . ruthless fighting. Now you're SCARED? That just doesn't seem right." She said. They stood holding eachother for a long time. But Vegeta still cried. "Muh-My stomach hurts!" He finally blurted out. Bulma snuggled her head into his chest. "Well, I imagine! You've been crying for at least fifteen minutes!" Bulma said. Vegeta stepped back. "I want to go home and rest. Can we just forget about your machine part?" He asked. When Bulma nodded, Vegeta smirked as he followed her out the door. He could get her to do anything for him.
Vegeta was training in the G.R to try and beat his fear of Cell. He was training on 500 times normal gravity at this time, which was no easy task to complete. It really was a pain. He was trying to figure out WHY he was afraid of Cell when he hadn't even been afraid of FREEZA! This was pathetic! As he was doing this, he decided on something. Yes, he'd go to the Cell games, but . . . The other Z warriors didn't have to know why he wouldn't fight. He'd just kind of stand back and watch Kakarott and his son get murdered. And possibly the others die too. WAIT! If . . . They all died, then . . . HE'D have to fight Cell and HE'D get killed and the he'd go to hell. Vegeta was sad.
Now it was five days until the Cell Saga and Vegeta was still a bit scared of Cell. He had been avoiding Bulma because he was embarrassed about crying like a baby right in front of her. Even though he'd done it many times before, he had never done it for such an embarrassing reason in his life, well . . . Maybe that time he'd cried at Goku because of his horrible life. Vegeta forgot about that as fast as he could and turned his mind towards the Cell Games. Trunks would be coming . . . so maybe he could train with Trunks? Vegeta, even though he hated the idea, walked into Trunks's room anyway. Trunks was writing something.
"Boy!" Vegeta shouted. "Get up and come to train with me! It's no fun by myself!" Trunks looked up from what he was writing and into Vegeta's eyes. "Dad . . . I'm trying to do something! Can't you come in later?" He asked. Vegeta stomped a foot.
"DON'T CALL ME DAD!!"
Trunks backed up a little. "Sorry Vegeta. But can't you wait? Take Baby Trunks in there with you or something." He said. Vegeta snickered. "*Honk Honk* No. He's a BABY!" He said. "But if you want to just sit here and not get strong enough to beat Cell and die, then be my guest. Keep on writing." He turned to walk out.
"Wait Vegeta!" He said. Vegeta whirled around. "Yes?" He asked. Trunks stepped a little bit closer to him. "Okay. I guess that I'll come and train with you in the G.R. What degree of Gravity?"
"500."
"You're on!" Father and son walked out of the house towards the Gravity room, with Bulma watching them. "Look Baby Trunks! They're finally making friends with eachother! Perhaps it won't be so bad afterall!" Baby Trunks just gurgled.
Vegeta finally got frustrated with Trunks after awhile and sent him on his way, but even through the immense training he was still scared. To tell you the truth, he was terrified! He decided to kick up a notch on his training, so that he might be able to beat Cell with just a couple of punches. But Vegeta's body didn't think so. When Vegeta turned the Gravity Machine up to 550, his legs gave out from under him and he fell to his knees on the ground. He groaned with the rattling pain that shot up his muscular body.
*This sucks. I suck.* He thought. Vegeta got up and started his normal training exercises, which included punching and kicking, flipping and somersaulting. But he soon grew REALLY sore. "Screw this hurting myself. I'm turning this machine off." He said to himself, and turned it off. He found that training in 550 times normal gravity was no fun at all when he came back inside the house.
Bulma saw Vegeta head for the bathroom. "What's the problem, Punkin?" She asked, as he 'accidently' pushed her down on the way to the bathroom. When the door closed she heard violent puking. *Oh, great. Now the idiot's going to learn why you shouldn't overwork your body.* Bulma thought. Bulma banged on the door. "Let me in, sweetie! I can help you!" She shouted. Vegeta yelled back, "Shut up and go away! I don't need your lousy help!" Then she heard another fresh bout of throw up. "Are you sure you're-"
"I'M FINE!"
Bulma just left it at that and turned heel back into the kitchen. She decided that when Vegeta was grumpy, it was best to stay away from him before you got whacked.
Vegeta wiped vomit from around his mouth with the side of a hand. *I overworked myself, with my fear and my immense training.* He thought. He looked at one of his hands. It was trembling helplessly from fear and fatigue. He couldn't fight Cell like this and even last a minute! Vegeta gulped. "Oh, Great." He said. He then remembered how he'd told Bulma his stomach was hurting 5 days ago. It was because of his fear, not the baby tears! He guessed now, the stomach ache and the training egged him to puking. Vegeta splashed water in his face to try and make himself feel better.
*I can't fight like this, but if I don't show up for the Cell games . . . That would be prideless! A true warrior fights no matter what!* His mind raved. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Vegeta screamed to himself.
Bulma heard Vegeta scream 'SHUT UP!' at himself. "Veggie? Please come out!" She pleaded. Vegeta kicked the bathroom door. "Shut up woman or this door will be off the hinges." He said. Bulma just shrugged and walked away.
Vegeta finally pulled himself together enough to pull out of the bathroom, dragging his feet with a long face. Bulma just stared at him as he passed her. "Why were you throwing up? Did you eat something that didn't agree?" She asked. Vegeta just kept on walking. "Nunya." He said, and slammed the door of Bulma and his room as he went inside and layed down on the bed, debating with himself.
Vegeta's head ached with a dull, numbing irritance. Damn this stress! He looked at the ceiling as he thought about how things might go. He, Vegeta, was scared! Scared of a little fight! He had never been scared in his life before, and now here he was cowering. * I gotta get rid of this stress. It's making me miserable.* He thought, banging a fist on the couch. He then heard the door open, and Bulma daintily waltz in. "Veggie . . ." She said. "I know you really don't want to see me right now, and probably don't want to see ANYONE anymore, I . . . I can't help but want to make you stop being scared. You know I love you, and--"
"Stop right there."
Bulma stopped in the middle of her sentence, just like Vegeta had requested. Vegeta sat up and tried to ignore the headache. "Bulma, Get out. I'm not in the mood to listen to your dribble right now." He said. Bulma's eyes were now full of hurt. "But Vegeta--"
"SHUT UP!"
Bulma shut up. But she walked slowly towards Vegeta's bed. "Don't come one step closer, I don't need your sympathy." Vegeta plainly said. Bulma still stepped towards him and eventually got to the point where she could sit on the side of the bed next to him. Vegeta just stared up at her. "You'd better not touch me."
Bulma smiled at him. "You really don't mean that do you?" She asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yes. I'd like to bask in my own self pity right now, and I don't need your help doing it." He grimaced as a wave of nausea passed over him. Bulma smiled again. "Stress?" She asked, bumping him beneath his chin. Vegeta turned his head. "I said don't touch me! And, yes, it is stress for your information. It's because, like I told you, I'm scared to fight Cell."
Bulma leaned down and hugged him, pressing his cheek against her breasts. Vegeta blushed a little bit. "Let go of me, Bulma." He advised. Bulma smiled and gave him a noogy. "I'm touching you! I'm TOUCHING YOU!" She teased. Vegeta wriggled his way out of her grasp. "Don't!" He shouted. Bulma grabbed him. Vegeta punched at her. "Don't! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" He shouted. When she leaned down to kiss his face, he spit in hers. Bulma was revolted. "Ew, you nasty man!" She shouted. Vegeta snickered at her misfortune. "NOW will you leave me alone?" He asked. Bulma smiled mischieviously at him. "No. Since you spit in my face so rudely I will NOT leave you alone. I'll bother you." Vegeta growled and kicked at her. But this violent action caused his stomach to hurt even worse. "I need a theripist. Before the Cell Games." He mumbled to Bulma. Bulma leaned down and hugged him, and this time he didn't fight. "Poor Veggie. I'll take you to a theripist tomorrow." She promised.
"Vegeta Breifs?" The woman asked, coming into the waiting room the next day. Bulma grabbed Vegeta's hand and yanked him up with it. "Present." She said. The woman smiled at Vegeta's face when he yanked his hand away from Bulma's. "Someone grumpy today?" The lady asked. "Always." said Bulma, rolling her eyes. Vegeta threatened the woman with a fist. "You'd better watch it before your teeth are on the floor." He said, and then Bulma dragged him into the back. She sat him down in the psychiatrist's chair. The lady walked in and sat down in the chair besides Vegeta. Vegeta made himself comfortable on the bed-like coushin thingy.
"Okay, Vegeta, my name is Dr. Lunatic. I'll be your psyciatrist today." She said. Vegeta and Bulma both giggled at her name. "Don't worry. Go ahead and laugh. Everyone laughs at my name." Dr. Lunatic said. Vegeta laughed even harder, laughed so hard it caused his stomach and head to hurt. He and Bulma laughed for five minutes, until the doctor shreaked, "SHUT UP!"
"Okay, Vegeta, what problem do you have? Why have you come to see me today?" The Doctor asked Veggie. Vegeta crossed his arms. "Uh . . . I don't want to tell you." He said. Bulma sighed. "Vegeta, don't be difficult. We came today because he's scared to fight someone, and he's never been scared to fight."
"What, is he in a gang?"
"NO! He'd never be in a gang! He's smarter than that, he's just . . . Well, fighting is what he lives for."
"And why?"
"I DON'T KNOW WHY, JUST SHUT UP AND MAKE HIM STOP BEING SCARED!"
The doctor's shaky hands nervously dropped the papers she'd been holding. She bent down and picked them up. "Vegeta . . . Exactly WHY are you scared of this person? What qualities make you afraid of this person?" She asked. Vegeta snickered. "Well, he's bigger than me, stronger than me, and he has this tail he can poke me with and kill me."
The look on DR. Lunatic's face was funny. "Uh . . . Uh . . . Okay. You have a lot to be scared of." She said. "But maybe I should suggest this . . . Try to work things out with this person--I mean monster--" Then she fell over and fainted. Vegeta looked down at her. "Quack." He mumbled, and got up. He and Bulma went out.
"Well she didn't help any!" Bulma griped. "She didn't help you at all! What a retard! She needs to be fired!" Vegeta was nodding in agreement to everything she said. "I know." He said plainly, and stared ahead of him. His head ache had subsided, but as soon as he thought this it came roaring back with a purple passion, so bad it caused dots to form across his vision. *Shit . . .* He thought, not awaiting the Cell Games, which took place in just four days.
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Like this chapter? I know Vegeta doesn't cry, but I thought it would be funny if he did in that situation. Next chapter, a good lemon at the beginning and then comes the Cell Games, and guess what Vegeta does? WAIT AND SEE!! I'll try to update a little quicker this time, sorry about that long wait. I had just been very busy with my homework, and trying to finish The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon. It was a great book! Read it some time!
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