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Okay! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out! I've been busy with my other stories! Or other story, Hiding the Truth, it's good. READ IT! Ok! But, it's Christmas, so if I have any reviewers here. Here's a little Christmas present for you. If I don't, hey, I'm bored. I want to write it. Okie dae! Plan accordingly, because I'm back in the saddle and this is going to be a ...chapter? All right, moving on... {Yup! Moving on with THIS story, which you are far less annoying in than Newcomer....} Ha- ha! Yah! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Falling for the enemy
One Hell of a Kiss
Goku moaned and grabbed his head, "I-I can't, go fuck a stick you freak!"
Triyan cocked an eyebrow at this rude comment, "Well, well...aren't you sweet?" He smirked as Goku, cocked his head up, trying desperately to free his hands from the cuffs that held them.
"What is the big deal? You're pathetic friend will never no!" He smirked evilly, "And what could he do, now? The fool was the one who ran when he had no where to go..." He crossed his arms.
"Vegeta ran from you because you were the biggest loser either of us has ever met! So, you better get over it! Because I'm not helping to kill Vegeta! No way, do what you want to me!"
"To you?" Triyan cocked an eyebrow, as a guard brought the black haired screaming and kicking girl in the room.
"Chi-Chi! No!" He snarled in Triyan's direction. "Why?!" He shook his head, "How did you get your hands on her? Leave her out of this, she's just a girl!"
Chi-Chi was crying, "Goku?!" Her eyes filled with horror, "Leave Goku alone, what did we ever do to you? What do you want?!" Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Triyan smirked back at her, "We're taking over your planet as I speak..." His smirk widened, "So you better plan on seeing me for awhile."
"Chi-Chi!" Goku shook his head in terror.
Triyan smirked, cocked an eyebrow and glanced at him, just as a guard brought a sword to Chi-Chi's throat, "The offer's still on the table, kid."
Goku dropped his head, "Vegeta...forgive me." He desperately held back a teardrop from rolling down his face.
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His eyes opened wearily again, "You...where have I...seen you...b-before?" He choked on a small amount of blood as the blue-haired girl looked down at him.
"I'm....Bulma."
A tortured smile came over his face, "Typical...Triyan's daughter..." He moaned lightly, and looked at her, he slowly began to get up, "You're going to tell him."
"No, I'm not!" She growled, "But, why not?" Her eyes lit up in confusion, what was wrong with telling her father?
"Well, because...he's the reason I'm in this condition in the first place." He looked at the ground.
Bulma stared, her jaw dropped, "My father did this to you?!" Her eyes became filled with hatred for her father, "Wh-what...did you do?!"
The saiyan shrugged awkwardly, "Ask him?" He noted the girl's expression, "You...seem angry...you're not going to pull a gun on me or something, are you?"
Bulma cocked an eyebrow and stared at him mockingly, smirking, "Oh yeah...I like carrying guns around." She shook her head, "Why would I pull a gun on 'you'?"
"What's wrong with pulling a gun on 'me'?" He cocked an eyebrow at well and stared up at her, as she had her hands on her hips.
"Well! I have no reason to!" A flush reappeared on her face. "Hmph! It's not like I'm partial to you." She wondered if he noted the lie in her voice that she had.
"Well, I knew that." Obviously not. A moan released from his mouth, as he started to faint again, "...uhh...well, you can go now, anyway..."
She watched him as he hit the ground, his eyes closing, though even through his sleep his lip trembled, a softness came into her cerulean eyes, "Wow, you're brave, but I guess....some of it's an act." He again tenderly moved her hand along his face, "They'll find him here..." She smirked and turned, "Guess what, Daddy?! You may be able to catch a guy you torn to shreds by your pathetic guards...but," her smirk widened, "Not this time, you're not hurting 'him' anymore." She looked back at him, a smile forming, "Hm...we'll see what Daddy thinks when his little girl wants the rebel and not all those other jerks...why can't everyone be like you?"
Vegeta whimpered softly, his breathing getting softer by the minute, he muttered something in his native tongue and he turned on his side, blood still seeped from his mouth and other wounds. But, she continued to look at him, "Where can I take you?" She smirked, remembering. She slowly muttered a phrase and after some magic sparkles surrounded them both Vegeta leapt up.
"What?!" He looked around, he saw that same blue-haired woman, who was quite a beauty looking him in the eyes.
"Now my dad won't find you...I can see you're stubborn, so I'm asking of you, please...stay here...unless you 'have' to move...I don't want anything bad to happen to you?" She looked up, "You're on the other side of the planet in a well-hidden place, so keep your power level low, okay?"
He snarled, "I'm not coward...I don't want to run!" She saw the will in his eyes to run up and brutally rip her father to shreds.
"Just until you get better, please?" She begged, her eyes looking pleading.
"Hmph!" He crossed his arms, "Fine, whatever..." He cocked an eyebrow at her, "Are you going to leave?"
"Yeah, but I'll come back!"
"May I ask why?" He cocked his eyebrow yet again at her.
She giggled, finding that expression cute for some reason she usually always thought males were the biggest idiots, but this one was different, he was..., "Just because...quit looking at me like that."
"Why, onna?" He smirked at her, but kept the eyebrow cocked, "Do you have a problem with it?"
'Oh GOD no!' She shook her head, she felt as is her throat was the hottest thing ever, except her cheeks, she felt like melting, this boy-this guy, was the absolutely finest guy she had ever seen in her entire life, "I'll be back because I wanna be back! And for no other reason than that."
"Yeah," his smirked widened, "daddy's little princess gets to do whatever she wants."
"Yes, she does." She smirked back at him, her cheeks were red, "Excuse me, did I ask you your name, hm?"
"I think you did, it's Vegeta, do you have short term memory loss or something?" He shrugged and leaned back on a tree, he was soaking the grass with his blood and he closed his eyes and began panting.
"Look, I'll be back with some bandages, don't leave, okay?" She smiled and nodded happily at him.
"Where--exactly would...I go...?" He slowly bent his head forward, letting out a cry of pain.
She smiled and moved her hand along his forehead, pushing his bangs back, "You should...be able to go anywhere." She knew very well he was too out of conscious to hear, so she smiled, "Jesus Christ, it should be a crime to look like you." She smiled and got up, 'warping.'
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"Father?" She walked into the room, where his dad was beating the heck out of Goku, she cocked an eyebrow, "New prisoner, Dad?"
Arison bowed slightly, "Lady Bulma, good to see you have returned."
"Yes, Bulma...where did you go?"
"Out." She pouted, revealing she didn't want to say anymore, "Why do you always have to know where I go, Daddy?" She said it in that kid voice.
"Fine, don't tell me." He cocked an eyebrow, "Well, while you were 'out' did you see anybody?"
She tilted her head like she had no clue what he was talking about, looking oh-so-cute, "What are you talking about?"
"I mean any pathetic, beat up, runts." He smirked.
"Quit insulting Vegeta! He got away from you, didn't he, you loser?!" He growled, then got knocked back into the wall.
"Shut up, unless you want your little girlfriend dead." Goku kept quiet but growled and cursed under his breath at Triyan.
Bulma blinked, "confused", "Someone got away from 'you', Daddy? Well, no, but if I see anyone I'll let you know. Did you talk to Mom?"
Triyan made a face, "Of course not! He got away from my idiot-guards..." He glared towards Arion and the other guards, "And thank you, sweetie. No, I'm sorry, I haven't spoken with your mother yet."
Goku looked into Bulma's eyes, something seemed weird in them, she was too innocent, then he notes something on her blue dress, a blood stain, he didn't say anything, "Blood...?" He muttered solemnly under his breath again, "Did she-?"
Bulma pushed her blue hair backwards, "Please do so, Dad." She looked cross, "I really don't like him."
"You're mother seems very attached to him, Bulma." He looked his daughter in the eyes, "Just a query, did you have another...in mind?"
She looked to the side, remembering that cute injured saiyan back in that feeling, the feeling she got when she saw him, when she was around him, it only took one time, she knew then she wasn't ever going to like these jerks, "Mm...sorta...but, we can discuss this later, ok, Dad?"
"If that's what you want, honey...maybe you should talk to your mother, though." He sighed and turned back to Goku, "Now, where would he be?!"
"I don't know, not now!" Goku watched the beautiful girl walk to of the room, smirking as she did so.
Bulma glanced back at him, smirking directly at him, then turned the corner, "Is he his friend?" She made a face, "Weird hair..." She saw her mother, "Mom?"
Her mother glanced at her, "Sweetie, I've been looking for you for awhile...you're supposed to go on a date tonight."
Bulma looked away, and felt that name rush to her lips again, "Oh...well, mom..."
"Honey, he is the most darling man I have ever met."
"You know, he's six years older than me, I mean, do you really think I need that much of an older man?" She sighed, not knowing how to tell her mom she didn't like him.
"I know! But, maturity is always a good thing to have. He is so mature, and you know he's cute...he's such a wonderful man, you two should be together."
Bulma smiled weakly, "What if I...saw someone else...that I liked more...hypothetically." She added the last part as a lie, trying to sound like that was merely impossible, but she had Vegeta's face imprinted in her mind now, she had fallen for him, and fallen hard.
"I don't think that's possible, honey, I mean, he's only the most perfect man I've ever met, I've told you before, this is the man for you."
"Mom, how come I never get a say in which guy I'm going to marry?" She sighed and questioned meekly.
"Oh, honey, you do, but you do like Yamcha, don't you?" She cocked her head at her daughter, who seemed to be hesitating.
"Of course mother, I...shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry." She looked at the ground, "I guess I should go get ready."
"Honey, is that blood on your skirt?" Her mother's voice brought alarm to both of the women.
Bulma looked at her skirt, sure enough it was blood from that boy she had met, god, she couldn't wash this skirt now, "Uh, no, that's just ketchup..." She muttered as a quick excuse.
Her mother smiled, "Of course, honey, go get ready now. Yamcha will be expecting you shortly."
As her mother began to walk off, she muttered under her breath, "And, by all accounts, we can't keep that bastard waiting, can we?"
"Ms. Bulma?" A blonde woman walked up behind her slowly, "May I assist you in any way?" Her servant and best friend Tanya smiled at her.
"Miss?" She rolled her eyes, "Actually, yeah...but, you can't say 'anything' and I mean it! No matter if you're about to be executed."
Tanya cocked her head slightly, "Sure, but, how about we go get you ready for your date with Yamcha? Ok?"
"Of course..." She looked down at the floor, "I wouldn't want to miss that, now, would I?" She sighed and started towards her room again, "Come on..."
Tanya followed, "You don't like him, do you?" She eyed her wearily, "Why do you pretend like you do! You're going to end up married to a total loser!"
Bulma made a face and jerked towards her, "My mother is in love with the guy! I can't very well disappoint her! This is the only guy she's ever liked."
Tanya looked into her best friend's eyes, "Have you ever liked one? That she rejected...?" She cocked an eyebrow, "Have you ever liked anyone?"
"No, not until..." She got distant as she grabbed a red sequined dress with clear straps, that you couldn't see.
"Until?!" She got her friend's total and complete attention, "Did you meet somebody?! Who, Bulma?! This is serious! You liking a guy?!"
Bulma smiled, "You might not approve, but neither would anybody else...I met someone today..." She looked off into the distance as she started towards her bathroom to change. "He was the only guy I've ever.....liked."
"When you say 'liked', what do you mean, Bulma?" She sat down on her bed as Bulma walked into the bathroom, but continued to speak to her.
"I mean, I think I'm in love with him, but I can't tell anyone, because he's a-..." She paused as she took off her shirt and threw it onto the floor, then her skirt fell to the floor.
"He's a what?" Tanya sighed, hating it when her friend did this to her, "What is he? He's another race, I take it..." Tanya listened for her friend's response.
"Yes, he is..."
"Well, what race is he? Tell me, Bulma, you know I can't stand this kind of suspense!" Tanya looked at the floor tiredly.
"He's a saiyan!" Bulma continued undressing as she fired the comment, shouting it. She started to pull the sleek dress up her body.
Tanya seemed interested, Bulma was shocked at her response, "Ohh...what did he look like?" She smiled, "The prince, Vegeta?"
"How did...you kn-PRINCE?!"
"Yeah, it was him? Yes, he is cute...some fighter too...but, I guess I'm the only one who would agree with you, since everyone else wants him executed..." Tanya had a different history than the other subjects, which made it no surprise that she was Bulma's best friend. "Yeah, he's the prince of that race, didn't you know that?"
"God, that is one hell of a man." She pushed fantasies out of her head furiously, feeling like a love-sick little girl, though she knew she was one, "He was beat up, I promised him I'd come back!"
"Yay!" Tanya shouter with glee, "You'll see him again then! You know where he is?" Tanya happily smiled.
"That's not the type of response I expected from you, Tanya, then again, I never know what to expect from you." She stepped out in the dress, making her look absolutely beautiful, or more so than she already was.
"You look great, unfortunately, the wrong guy's gonna see you in it." She sighed, "When do you plan on seeing him again?"
"As soon as possible, Tanya." She sighed, "You don't realize, how fast I fell for this guy...I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it!"
"No, I probably don't!" Tanya put her hands on her hips, "But, who says you shouldn't?!" She growled.
"For a servant, you sure are pretty bold." Bulma smirked at her friend.
Tanya made a face, "Only around you, because you always believe me, come here, I'll do your hair." She sighed, "So, you fell for a saiyan, that's so like you Bulma."
Bulma laid back as Tanya began gently tending to her hair, "Well...I bet he was pretty torn up, huh?"
"He was..." She sighed as her hair was pulled behind her head again, "But...he was still the finest thing I have ever seen."
Her friend simply laughed, "Such a typical thing for you to do, Bulma!" She smiled, "What will you do if he gets captured?" Her voice took a concerned turn. "Vegeta...he has a rough history..."
"What do you mean?" Bulma then became interested in what her friend had to say, she almost turned and messed up her friend's work.
"He's...he's been tortured before...more than once..." She sighed, "Which is most likely why you still got a chance to speak with him."
Bulma smiled, "Well, I'm attracted to him...more attracted than I've ever been to anyone or thing in my entire life!"
Tanya nodded, "Which is why you're not going to marry this Yamcha guy and we're some how going to work things out with you two!"
Bulma laughed, "I love the way you think, Tanya!"
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He sat in the shelter of the tree, he couldn't sleep, his body soaked in blood and rain as rain heavily poured on to his already cold body, "...wh- what exactly...do I do, n-now..." He wasn't expecting that young lady back. He tried to sleep, but he was so darn cold.
"Hey there." He felt a cease in the freezing rain, as he looked up, there she was again, in an absolutely beautiful.
He stammered, staring up at the beautiful woman, "Y-you..." He shook his head, "You're back?!"
She could have grabbed him and hugged him after a night on the town with that jerk, Earth was officially the worst place to do it at as well, "Did I not tell you I'd be back?" she looked cross.
"Yes, but-..." He blinked, "What's with the fancy dress?" He blinked, and shivered slightly.
"Oh...I was..." Date, no, what then? She couldn't tell this cute saiyan she was on a date with a total creep, it would ruin the slim chance she had with him, "at a...formal meeting."
"Ah...that explains it...why did you come back?" He cocked an eyebrow at her again. "You didn't have to."
"I promised I would, and I wouldn't break a promise."
He blinked, "Well, tell me this, will you be back again?" He tilted his head slightly to the side, waiting interested for the answer.
"Yes." She answered almost before he ended to question.
"Oh..." He blinked awkwardly, "Kakarott...is he okay, don't you live with Triyan?" He growled, hoping she could answer him.
"Yes, he's fine." She kept him out of the whole find or die thing for now, "You're freezing, I wish I could let to go in somewhere."
"I'm fine..." He looked into her eyes, and she just about fainted, but kept her composure, "Why are you're cheeks so red, are you cold?"
They got redder, "Maybe, they tend to do that when I'm cold..."
"You should get inside then..."
"I don't really want to..." She sat down next to him, getting her dress wet, her mother would kill her.
"Why not?" He stared at her as she sat down next to him, "Why wouldn't you want to go in?"
She sighed, then smiled up at him, "Just because..."
He looked forward, and just shrugged, "You females sure are weird sometimes." He sighed, and shivered again slightly, "You're going to get cold."
"I doubt that."
He still didn't get it, she loved playing with males heads, or at least this male's head, "Why wouldn't you? Are you immune to getting cold?"
"No."
"Ok..." He sounded slightly baffled at the comment, but he didn't question her any further, he figured he'd never get a straight answer.
She looked up at him again, "I didn't know you were a prince."
"Well, I didn't know you'd know ever...who did you know that?" He shrugged, "My race is basically gone now, so...I guess, it doesn't amount to much." He smirked, "But that doesn't keep me from being the best of my race."
She laughed slightly, "I take it you're a good fighter, then..." She smiled slightly, red flushing on to her cheeks again.
"Yeah..." He blinked, confused as he looked into those pretty blue eyes, "I am."
She smiled, then turned, she flipped to where she was kind of sitting on top of him, "I like you, Vegeta..."
"Um, good?" He blinked awkwardly, his cheeks turning bright red. "May I note that you are on top of me, onna?"
"Yes, you may. But, that doesn't mean I'm going to get off." She smiled at him, "I guess you're pretty cold, now, too, huh?"
"I'm not cold..." He was, because he was shivering, but he knew she was referring to his red cheeks, "...but, is there a reason you're on top of me?"
She smiled at him, "A reason, kind of..." She sighed, getting lost in his eyes, which were lost themselves.
"Um, may I ask what that reason might be, miss Bulma?" He cocked his eyebrow at her, "Or is that overstepping my boundaries?"
"No, you can ask..." She smiled again at him, more of a flush coming unto her cheeks, redder this time, "I don't know if I'll answer, though." She smirked at him, "Miss, huh?" She sighed.
"Well, I suppose you're unofficially trying to protect me, so it's my way of a little respect, just be glad I remembered your name."
"All right, Vegeta..." She smiled, proving she had remembered his name as well.
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Tanya leapt in front of Yamcha, "She isn't in her room right now!" She snarled, "Or either she doesn't wish to be disturbed."
"I'm afraid I must see her, Tanya, step aside." The long-black haired man glared harshly at her, "Step aside." He repeated himself.
"No! she doesn't want any company! Please excuse yourself Yamcha!" She swallowed, "I must respect her wishes."
"Well, respect my wishes and move!" He lightly shoved her, but she didn't move.
"I'm sorry, my job is to follow the princess's orders, not yours. Please forgive me for being rude but I can not allow your entry with out her condolence."
He narrowed his eyes, "Do not make me remove you myself, Tanya. I'm giving you to the count of 5 or I will report you..."
Tanya swallowed meekly, "It is the princess's orders." She didn't know what to do, but she held her position.
"Yamcha?" Bulma's mother's voice rang out through the halls. She turned the corner to see Tanya and Yamcha, "why hello there, Tanya, and Yamcha. How was your date with my daughter?"
"Splendid." He smiled that dazzling smile, "Might I inform you, that your daughter is most beautiful, Mrs. Celine."
Tanya looked at Celine carefully, "Oh, my lady, Bulma wishes to be left alone, she says she had quite a time on her date and would like nothing more than to rest now."
Her mother smiled, pleased she enjoyed it, "I'm very glad she enjoyed it!" She clasped her hands together, "Ok, if rest is what she wishes for, then rest she shall..." She smiled at Yamcha happily, "Come along, darling, we must allow my daughter her rest."
Yamcha snarled deeply at Tanya, "Yes, Mrs. Celine..."
Tanya sighed with relief and stood at her post again, then her father past her, "Hello, sir Triyan." She smiled seeing him.
Triyan glanced at her, "Hello Tanya, she didn't enjoy it, did she?"
Tanya looked down, "Sir, I..."
"You don't have to tell me...I can't make her marry someone she doesn't wish to, but who does she want to marry?"
Tanya looked away, "No clue sir, she seemed very mysterious about it earlier, she would not tell me!"
"Right..." He looked stressed, "I need to attend to this world domination crap and that prisoner...carry on, Tanya."
Tanya nodded, as she watched him turn the corner, "For a tyrant he's all right." She grinned, "I wonder how Bulma's doing with her little friend."
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"Feel free to get off any time to please..." He looked slightly nervous, his cheeks still red, as were hers.
She whispered something to him, "I will...but, I have to ask something of you first..."
He looked slightly embarrassed, "Yes?" He had never felt like this before and was unsure how to react exactly.
She smiled, she got closer to his face, "...just one, simple request..." Her lips neared his slowly.
His just blinked, staring at the beautiful girl, her flushed cheeks were not from the cold and he knew that now, "...what would that be?" He whispered as well, he couldn't be falling for Triyan's girl, right?
Her lips locked with his as she kissed him more passionately than she had ever kissed anyone in her life. His eyes widened briefly as he slowly closed them and put his arms around her, as if accepting that request she had asked of him. She felt his arms around her, and she lost all trace of worry, time or anything, she didn't want to break it, but she slowly did, her cheeks redder then before, "I..."
He blinked, his cheeks apparently flushed, "That was some request..." his eyes were wide again, as his lips tingled insanely.
She reached her lips, getting that feeling to get right after to eat sugar and that nice taste is still lingering on your lips, the tingling feeling, "Yes..." She blushed, "I'm sorry..."
"It's...all right." He shook his head, "So, I'm supposing you'll be back." He looked away, "You're father would torture me to my death if he knew what just happened." He looked into her blue eyes.
Her eyes seemed tired, "That's why he can't figure it out, he can't find you..." She shook her head indefinitely, "I don't understand how anyone could do this to 'you'..."
Vegeta smirked slightly, "You know, lots of people have problems doing stuff like this to 'me', why do you?"
She smiled at him as she got up and laid the umbrella beside, him, "I just don't understand it..."
He shrugged, "Females..." Hem uttered as he rolled his eyes with a slight smile across his lips.
She smirked at him, "Confusing, hm?" She gingerly touched his face again, as he looked up at her, "I'll see you soon."
"I'm believing you this time, don't betray my trust, ok?" He smiled up at her, looking at her umbrella, "Didn't you want this?"
"You keep it..." That feeling was still with her, the feeling of a rebel's kiss one that she would never let go of, one that she loved more than anything in the world. "Two times...it only took me one time to fall...and two to..." She smiled and sighed.
He blinked, "If you're sure..."
"I won't betray your trust, I don't think I could live without seeing you again..." She smiled at him gently.
"I don't quite get you, onna...but I'd like to see you again too..." He leaned back on to the tree and dozed off quietly sleeping.
She sighed, and then reappeared in her room, soaked, she threw off her dress and quickly changed into something dry, all she could think about was that feeling, her lips were still tingling. "Oh...my..." She changed quickly into a red shirt and blue pants, "Tanya?" She questioned to see if her friend was still outside.
"You're back?!" She rushed into the room immediately, "Did you see him...?" She noted Bulma's expression, her cheeks were still flushed, it was an expression Tanya had never seen on her friend's face before, "Obviously so..."
"I saw him..." She smiled happily, "I just have to see him again, though." Her cheeks remained flushed.
"Sounds like someone's in love, Bulma..." Tanya smiled at her friend. "What exactly did you do?"
"I...kissed him."
Tanya's eyes widened, "N-no...way! You kissed him? How did it feel...?" She smile happily, pleased her friend had finally enjoyed a kiss.
"I..." She looked down, her cheeks flushed, "I don't know, sugar would be as close as I could come, but too good to describe for the most part..."
"Oh?"
Bulma smiled, "...that was a hell of a kiss."
"The kiss of a rebel, the unforgettable first true kiss, hm?" Tanya smiled gleefully, "Did he kiss good?"
"Hell yeah!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Done! *Big wide grin* {Wow, you actually got another chapter out with your lazy self?} Yup! Hey, that isn't nice! {Shut your big mouth and wrap this up, I'm sick of you for the night.} Well, consider this an early Christmas present for all of you people, ok? {They will, can we finish now?} You think anybody will read this. {Uh, no?} Hey! {Let's move on with our lives, ok?} Meanie, but, ok! *Big wide grin again* {Stop doing that!} Aw, okie dae!
Okay! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out! I've been busy with my other stories! Or other story, Hiding the Truth, it's good. READ IT! Ok! But, it's Christmas, so if I have any reviewers here. Here's a little Christmas present for you. If I don't, hey, I'm bored. I want to write it. Okie dae! Plan accordingly, because I'm back in the saddle and this is going to be a ...chapter? All right, moving on... {Yup! Moving on with THIS story, which you are far less annoying in than Newcomer....} Ha- ha! Yah! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Falling for the enemy
One Hell of a Kiss
Goku moaned and grabbed his head, "I-I can't, go fuck a stick you freak!"
Triyan cocked an eyebrow at this rude comment, "Well, well...aren't you sweet?" He smirked as Goku, cocked his head up, trying desperately to free his hands from the cuffs that held them.
"What is the big deal? You're pathetic friend will never no!" He smirked evilly, "And what could he do, now? The fool was the one who ran when he had no where to go..." He crossed his arms.
"Vegeta ran from you because you were the biggest loser either of us has ever met! So, you better get over it! Because I'm not helping to kill Vegeta! No way, do what you want to me!"
"To you?" Triyan cocked an eyebrow, as a guard brought the black haired screaming and kicking girl in the room.
"Chi-Chi! No!" He snarled in Triyan's direction. "Why?!" He shook his head, "How did you get your hands on her? Leave her out of this, she's just a girl!"
Chi-Chi was crying, "Goku?!" Her eyes filled with horror, "Leave Goku alone, what did we ever do to you? What do you want?!" Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Triyan smirked back at her, "We're taking over your planet as I speak..." His smirk widened, "So you better plan on seeing me for awhile."
"Chi-Chi!" Goku shook his head in terror.
Triyan smirked, cocked an eyebrow and glanced at him, just as a guard brought a sword to Chi-Chi's throat, "The offer's still on the table, kid."
Goku dropped his head, "Vegeta...forgive me." He desperately held back a teardrop from rolling down his face.
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His eyes opened wearily again, "You...where have I...seen you...b-before?" He choked on a small amount of blood as the blue-haired girl looked down at him.
"I'm....Bulma."
A tortured smile came over his face, "Typical...Triyan's daughter..." He moaned lightly, and looked at her, he slowly began to get up, "You're going to tell him."
"No, I'm not!" She growled, "But, why not?" Her eyes lit up in confusion, what was wrong with telling her father?
"Well, because...he's the reason I'm in this condition in the first place." He looked at the ground.
Bulma stared, her jaw dropped, "My father did this to you?!" Her eyes became filled with hatred for her father, "Wh-what...did you do?!"
The saiyan shrugged awkwardly, "Ask him?" He noted the girl's expression, "You...seem angry...you're not going to pull a gun on me or something, are you?"
Bulma cocked an eyebrow and stared at him mockingly, smirking, "Oh yeah...I like carrying guns around." She shook her head, "Why would I pull a gun on 'you'?"
"What's wrong with pulling a gun on 'me'?" He cocked an eyebrow at well and stared up at her, as she had her hands on her hips.
"Well! I have no reason to!" A flush reappeared on her face. "Hmph! It's not like I'm partial to you." She wondered if he noted the lie in her voice that she had.
"Well, I knew that." Obviously not. A moan released from his mouth, as he started to faint again, "...uhh...well, you can go now, anyway..."
She watched him as he hit the ground, his eyes closing, though even through his sleep his lip trembled, a softness came into her cerulean eyes, "Wow, you're brave, but I guess....some of it's an act." He again tenderly moved her hand along his face, "They'll find him here..." She smirked and turned, "Guess what, Daddy?! You may be able to catch a guy you torn to shreds by your pathetic guards...but," her smirk widened, "Not this time, you're not hurting 'him' anymore." She looked back at him, a smile forming, "Hm...we'll see what Daddy thinks when his little girl wants the rebel and not all those other jerks...why can't everyone be like you?"
Vegeta whimpered softly, his breathing getting softer by the minute, he muttered something in his native tongue and he turned on his side, blood still seeped from his mouth and other wounds. But, she continued to look at him, "Where can I take you?" She smirked, remembering. She slowly muttered a phrase and after some magic sparkles surrounded them both Vegeta leapt up.
"What?!" He looked around, he saw that same blue-haired woman, who was quite a beauty looking him in the eyes.
"Now my dad won't find you...I can see you're stubborn, so I'm asking of you, please...stay here...unless you 'have' to move...I don't want anything bad to happen to you?" She looked up, "You're on the other side of the planet in a well-hidden place, so keep your power level low, okay?"
He snarled, "I'm not coward...I don't want to run!" She saw the will in his eyes to run up and brutally rip her father to shreds.
"Just until you get better, please?" She begged, her eyes looking pleading.
"Hmph!" He crossed his arms, "Fine, whatever..." He cocked an eyebrow at her, "Are you going to leave?"
"Yeah, but I'll come back!"
"May I ask why?" He cocked his eyebrow yet again at her.
She giggled, finding that expression cute for some reason she usually always thought males were the biggest idiots, but this one was different, he was..., "Just because...quit looking at me like that."
"Why, onna?" He smirked at her, but kept the eyebrow cocked, "Do you have a problem with it?"
'Oh GOD no!' She shook her head, she felt as is her throat was the hottest thing ever, except her cheeks, she felt like melting, this boy-this guy, was the absolutely finest guy she had ever seen in her entire life, "I'll be back because I wanna be back! And for no other reason than that."
"Yeah," his smirked widened, "daddy's little princess gets to do whatever she wants."
"Yes, she does." She smirked back at him, her cheeks were red, "Excuse me, did I ask you your name, hm?"
"I think you did, it's Vegeta, do you have short term memory loss or something?" He shrugged and leaned back on a tree, he was soaking the grass with his blood and he closed his eyes and began panting.
"Look, I'll be back with some bandages, don't leave, okay?" She smiled and nodded happily at him.
"Where--exactly would...I go...?" He slowly bent his head forward, letting out a cry of pain.
She smiled and moved her hand along his forehead, pushing his bangs back, "You should...be able to go anywhere." She knew very well he was too out of conscious to hear, so she smiled, "Jesus Christ, it should be a crime to look like you." She smiled and got up, 'warping.'
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"Father?" She walked into the room, where his dad was beating the heck out of Goku, she cocked an eyebrow, "New prisoner, Dad?"
Arison bowed slightly, "Lady Bulma, good to see you have returned."
"Yes, Bulma...where did you go?"
"Out." She pouted, revealing she didn't want to say anymore, "Why do you always have to know where I go, Daddy?" She said it in that kid voice.
"Fine, don't tell me." He cocked an eyebrow, "Well, while you were 'out' did you see anybody?"
She tilted her head like she had no clue what he was talking about, looking oh-so-cute, "What are you talking about?"
"I mean any pathetic, beat up, runts." He smirked.
"Quit insulting Vegeta! He got away from you, didn't he, you loser?!" He growled, then got knocked back into the wall.
"Shut up, unless you want your little girlfriend dead." Goku kept quiet but growled and cursed under his breath at Triyan.
Bulma blinked, "confused", "Someone got away from 'you', Daddy? Well, no, but if I see anyone I'll let you know. Did you talk to Mom?"
Triyan made a face, "Of course not! He got away from my idiot-guards..." He glared towards Arion and the other guards, "And thank you, sweetie. No, I'm sorry, I haven't spoken with your mother yet."
Goku looked into Bulma's eyes, something seemed weird in them, she was too innocent, then he notes something on her blue dress, a blood stain, he didn't say anything, "Blood...?" He muttered solemnly under his breath again, "Did she-?"
Bulma pushed her blue hair backwards, "Please do so, Dad." She looked cross, "I really don't like him."
"You're mother seems very attached to him, Bulma." He looked his daughter in the eyes, "Just a query, did you have another...in mind?"
She looked to the side, remembering that cute injured saiyan back in that feeling, the feeling she got when she saw him, when she was around him, it only took one time, she knew then she wasn't ever going to like these jerks, "Mm...sorta...but, we can discuss this later, ok, Dad?"
"If that's what you want, honey...maybe you should talk to your mother, though." He sighed and turned back to Goku, "Now, where would he be?!"
"I don't know, not now!" Goku watched the beautiful girl walk to of the room, smirking as she did so.
Bulma glanced back at him, smirking directly at him, then turned the corner, "Is he his friend?" She made a face, "Weird hair..." She saw her mother, "Mom?"
Her mother glanced at her, "Sweetie, I've been looking for you for awhile...you're supposed to go on a date tonight."
Bulma looked away, and felt that name rush to her lips again, "Oh...well, mom..."
"Honey, he is the most darling man I have ever met."
"You know, he's six years older than me, I mean, do you really think I need that much of an older man?" She sighed, not knowing how to tell her mom she didn't like him.
"I know! But, maturity is always a good thing to have. He is so mature, and you know he's cute...he's such a wonderful man, you two should be together."
Bulma smiled weakly, "What if I...saw someone else...that I liked more...hypothetically." She added the last part as a lie, trying to sound like that was merely impossible, but she had Vegeta's face imprinted in her mind now, she had fallen for him, and fallen hard.
"I don't think that's possible, honey, I mean, he's only the most perfect man I've ever met, I've told you before, this is the man for you."
"Mom, how come I never get a say in which guy I'm going to marry?" She sighed and questioned meekly.
"Oh, honey, you do, but you do like Yamcha, don't you?" She cocked her head at her daughter, who seemed to be hesitating.
"Of course mother, I...shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry." She looked at the ground, "I guess I should go get ready."
"Honey, is that blood on your skirt?" Her mother's voice brought alarm to both of the women.
Bulma looked at her skirt, sure enough it was blood from that boy she had met, god, she couldn't wash this skirt now, "Uh, no, that's just ketchup..." She muttered as a quick excuse.
Her mother smiled, "Of course, honey, go get ready now. Yamcha will be expecting you shortly."
As her mother began to walk off, she muttered under her breath, "And, by all accounts, we can't keep that bastard waiting, can we?"
"Ms. Bulma?" A blonde woman walked up behind her slowly, "May I assist you in any way?" Her servant and best friend Tanya smiled at her.
"Miss?" She rolled her eyes, "Actually, yeah...but, you can't say 'anything' and I mean it! No matter if you're about to be executed."
Tanya cocked her head slightly, "Sure, but, how about we go get you ready for your date with Yamcha? Ok?"
"Of course..." She looked down at the floor, "I wouldn't want to miss that, now, would I?" She sighed and started towards her room again, "Come on..."
Tanya followed, "You don't like him, do you?" She eyed her wearily, "Why do you pretend like you do! You're going to end up married to a total loser!"
Bulma made a face and jerked towards her, "My mother is in love with the guy! I can't very well disappoint her! This is the only guy she's ever liked."
Tanya looked into her best friend's eyes, "Have you ever liked one? That she rejected...?" She cocked an eyebrow, "Have you ever liked anyone?"
"No, not until..." She got distant as she grabbed a red sequined dress with clear straps, that you couldn't see.
"Until?!" She got her friend's total and complete attention, "Did you meet somebody?! Who, Bulma?! This is serious! You liking a guy?!"
Bulma smiled, "You might not approve, but neither would anybody else...I met someone today..." She looked off into the distance as she started towards her bathroom to change. "He was the only guy I've ever.....liked."
"When you say 'liked', what do you mean, Bulma?" She sat down on her bed as Bulma walked into the bathroom, but continued to speak to her.
"I mean, I think I'm in love with him, but I can't tell anyone, because he's a-..." She paused as she took off her shirt and threw it onto the floor, then her skirt fell to the floor.
"He's a what?" Tanya sighed, hating it when her friend did this to her, "What is he? He's another race, I take it..." Tanya listened for her friend's response.
"Yes, he is..."
"Well, what race is he? Tell me, Bulma, you know I can't stand this kind of suspense!" Tanya looked at the floor tiredly.
"He's a saiyan!" Bulma continued undressing as she fired the comment, shouting it. She started to pull the sleek dress up her body.
Tanya seemed interested, Bulma was shocked at her response, "Ohh...what did he look like?" She smiled, "The prince, Vegeta?"
"How did...you kn-PRINCE?!"
"Yeah, it was him? Yes, he is cute...some fighter too...but, I guess I'm the only one who would agree with you, since everyone else wants him executed..." Tanya had a different history than the other subjects, which made it no surprise that she was Bulma's best friend. "Yeah, he's the prince of that race, didn't you know that?"
"God, that is one hell of a man." She pushed fantasies out of her head furiously, feeling like a love-sick little girl, though she knew she was one, "He was beat up, I promised him I'd come back!"
"Yay!" Tanya shouter with glee, "You'll see him again then! You know where he is?" Tanya happily smiled.
"That's not the type of response I expected from you, Tanya, then again, I never know what to expect from you." She stepped out in the dress, making her look absolutely beautiful, or more so than she already was.
"You look great, unfortunately, the wrong guy's gonna see you in it." She sighed, "When do you plan on seeing him again?"
"As soon as possible, Tanya." She sighed, "You don't realize, how fast I fell for this guy...I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it!"
"No, I probably don't!" Tanya put her hands on her hips, "But, who says you shouldn't?!" She growled.
"For a servant, you sure are pretty bold." Bulma smirked at her friend.
Tanya made a face, "Only around you, because you always believe me, come here, I'll do your hair." She sighed, "So, you fell for a saiyan, that's so like you Bulma."
Bulma laid back as Tanya began gently tending to her hair, "Well...I bet he was pretty torn up, huh?"
"He was..." She sighed as her hair was pulled behind her head again, "But...he was still the finest thing I have ever seen."
Her friend simply laughed, "Such a typical thing for you to do, Bulma!" She smiled, "What will you do if he gets captured?" Her voice took a concerned turn. "Vegeta...he has a rough history..."
"What do you mean?" Bulma then became interested in what her friend had to say, she almost turned and messed up her friend's work.
"He's...he's been tortured before...more than once..." She sighed, "Which is most likely why you still got a chance to speak with him."
Bulma smiled, "Well, I'm attracted to him...more attracted than I've ever been to anyone or thing in my entire life!"
Tanya nodded, "Which is why you're not going to marry this Yamcha guy and we're some how going to work things out with you two!"
Bulma laughed, "I love the way you think, Tanya!"
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He sat in the shelter of the tree, he couldn't sleep, his body soaked in blood and rain as rain heavily poured on to his already cold body, "...wh- what exactly...do I do, n-now..." He wasn't expecting that young lady back. He tried to sleep, but he was so darn cold.
"Hey there." He felt a cease in the freezing rain, as he looked up, there she was again, in an absolutely beautiful.
He stammered, staring up at the beautiful woman, "Y-you..." He shook his head, "You're back?!"
She could have grabbed him and hugged him after a night on the town with that jerk, Earth was officially the worst place to do it at as well, "Did I not tell you I'd be back?" she looked cross.
"Yes, but-..." He blinked, "What's with the fancy dress?" He blinked, and shivered slightly.
"Oh...I was..." Date, no, what then? She couldn't tell this cute saiyan she was on a date with a total creep, it would ruin the slim chance she had with him, "at a...formal meeting."
"Ah...that explains it...why did you come back?" He cocked an eyebrow at her again. "You didn't have to."
"I promised I would, and I wouldn't break a promise."
He blinked, "Well, tell me this, will you be back again?" He tilted his head slightly to the side, waiting interested for the answer.
"Yes." She answered almost before he ended to question.
"Oh..." He blinked awkwardly, "Kakarott...is he okay, don't you live with Triyan?" He growled, hoping she could answer him.
"Yes, he's fine." She kept him out of the whole find or die thing for now, "You're freezing, I wish I could let to go in somewhere."
"I'm fine..." He looked into her eyes, and she just about fainted, but kept her composure, "Why are you're cheeks so red, are you cold?"
They got redder, "Maybe, they tend to do that when I'm cold..."
"You should get inside then..."
"I don't really want to..." She sat down next to him, getting her dress wet, her mother would kill her.
"Why not?" He stared at her as she sat down next to him, "Why wouldn't you want to go in?"
She sighed, then smiled up at him, "Just because..."
He looked forward, and just shrugged, "You females sure are weird sometimes." He sighed, and shivered again slightly, "You're going to get cold."
"I doubt that."
He still didn't get it, she loved playing with males heads, or at least this male's head, "Why wouldn't you? Are you immune to getting cold?"
"No."
"Ok..." He sounded slightly baffled at the comment, but he didn't question her any further, he figured he'd never get a straight answer.
She looked up at him again, "I didn't know you were a prince."
"Well, I didn't know you'd know ever...who did you know that?" He shrugged, "My race is basically gone now, so...I guess, it doesn't amount to much." He smirked, "But that doesn't keep me from being the best of my race."
She laughed slightly, "I take it you're a good fighter, then..." She smiled slightly, red flushing on to her cheeks again.
"Yeah..." He blinked, confused as he looked into those pretty blue eyes, "I am."
She smiled, then turned, she flipped to where she was kind of sitting on top of him, "I like you, Vegeta..."
"Um, good?" He blinked awkwardly, his cheeks turning bright red. "May I note that you are on top of me, onna?"
"Yes, you may. But, that doesn't mean I'm going to get off." She smiled at him, "I guess you're pretty cold, now, too, huh?"
"I'm not cold..." He was, because he was shivering, but he knew she was referring to his red cheeks, "...but, is there a reason you're on top of me?"
She smiled at him, "A reason, kind of..." She sighed, getting lost in his eyes, which were lost themselves.
"Um, may I ask what that reason might be, miss Bulma?" He cocked his eyebrow at her, "Or is that overstepping my boundaries?"
"No, you can ask..." She smiled again at him, more of a flush coming unto her cheeks, redder this time, "I don't know if I'll answer, though." She smirked at him, "Miss, huh?" She sighed.
"Well, I suppose you're unofficially trying to protect me, so it's my way of a little respect, just be glad I remembered your name."
"All right, Vegeta..." She smiled, proving she had remembered his name as well.
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Tanya leapt in front of Yamcha, "She isn't in her room right now!" She snarled, "Or either she doesn't wish to be disturbed."
"I'm afraid I must see her, Tanya, step aside." The long-black haired man glared harshly at her, "Step aside." He repeated himself.
"No! she doesn't want any company! Please excuse yourself Yamcha!" She swallowed, "I must respect her wishes."
"Well, respect my wishes and move!" He lightly shoved her, but she didn't move.
"I'm sorry, my job is to follow the princess's orders, not yours. Please forgive me for being rude but I can not allow your entry with out her condolence."
He narrowed his eyes, "Do not make me remove you myself, Tanya. I'm giving you to the count of 5 or I will report you..."
Tanya swallowed meekly, "It is the princess's orders." She didn't know what to do, but she held her position.
"Yamcha?" Bulma's mother's voice rang out through the halls. She turned the corner to see Tanya and Yamcha, "why hello there, Tanya, and Yamcha. How was your date with my daughter?"
"Splendid." He smiled that dazzling smile, "Might I inform you, that your daughter is most beautiful, Mrs. Celine."
Tanya looked at Celine carefully, "Oh, my lady, Bulma wishes to be left alone, she says she had quite a time on her date and would like nothing more than to rest now."
Her mother smiled, pleased she enjoyed it, "I'm very glad she enjoyed it!" She clasped her hands together, "Ok, if rest is what she wishes for, then rest she shall..." She smiled at Yamcha happily, "Come along, darling, we must allow my daughter her rest."
Yamcha snarled deeply at Tanya, "Yes, Mrs. Celine..."
Tanya sighed with relief and stood at her post again, then her father past her, "Hello, sir Triyan." She smiled seeing him.
Triyan glanced at her, "Hello Tanya, she didn't enjoy it, did she?"
Tanya looked down, "Sir, I..."
"You don't have to tell me...I can't make her marry someone she doesn't wish to, but who does she want to marry?"
Tanya looked away, "No clue sir, she seemed very mysterious about it earlier, she would not tell me!"
"Right..." He looked stressed, "I need to attend to this world domination crap and that prisoner...carry on, Tanya."
Tanya nodded, as she watched him turn the corner, "For a tyrant he's all right." She grinned, "I wonder how Bulma's doing with her little friend."
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"Feel free to get off any time to please..." He looked slightly nervous, his cheeks still red, as were hers.
She whispered something to him, "I will...but, I have to ask something of you first..."
He looked slightly embarrassed, "Yes?" He had never felt like this before and was unsure how to react exactly.
She smiled, she got closer to his face, "...just one, simple request..." Her lips neared his slowly.
His just blinked, staring at the beautiful girl, her flushed cheeks were not from the cold and he knew that now, "...what would that be?" He whispered as well, he couldn't be falling for Triyan's girl, right?
Her lips locked with his as she kissed him more passionately than she had ever kissed anyone in her life. His eyes widened briefly as he slowly closed them and put his arms around her, as if accepting that request she had asked of him. She felt his arms around her, and she lost all trace of worry, time or anything, she didn't want to break it, but she slowly did, her cheeks redder then before, "I..."
He blinked, his cheeks apparently flushed, "That was some request..." his eyes were wide again, as his lips tingled insanely.
She reached her lips, getting that feeling to get right after to eat sugar and that nice taste is still lingering on your lips, the tingling feeling, "Yes..." She blushed, "I'm sorry..."
"It's...all right." He shook his head, "So, I'm supposing you'll be back." He looked away, "You're father would torture me to my death if he knew what just happened." He looked into her blue eyes.
Her eyes seemed tired, "That's why he can't figure it out, he can't find you..." She shook her head indefinitely, "I don't understand how anyone could do this to 'you'..."
Vegeta smirked slightly, "You know, lots of people have problems doing stuff like this to 'me', why do you?"
She smiled at him as she got up and laid the umbrella beside, him, "I just don't understand it..."
He shrugged, "Females..." Hem uttered as he rolled his eyes with a slight smile across his lips.
She smirked at him, "Confusing, hm?" She gingerly touched his face again, as he looked up at her, "I'll see you soon."
"I'm believing you this time, don't betray my trust, ok?" He smiled up at her, looking at her umbrella, "Didn't you want this?"
"You keep it..." That feeling was still with her, the feeling of a rebel's kiss one that she would never let go of, one that she loved more than anything in the world. "Two times...it only took me one time to fall...and two to..." She smiled and sighed.
He blinked, "If you're sure..."
"I won't betray your trust, I don't think I could live without seeing you again..." She smiled at him gently.
"I don't quite get you, onna...but I'd like to see you again too..." He leaned back on to the tree and dozed off quietly sleeping.
She sighed, and then reappeared in her room, soaked, she threw off her dress and quickly changed into something dry, all she could think about was that feeling, her lips were still tingling. "Oh...my..." She changed quickly into a red shirt and blue pants, "Tanya?" She questioned to see if her friend was still outside.
"You're back?!" She rushed into the room immediately, "Did you see him...?" She noted Bulma's expression, her cheeks were still flushed, it was an expression Tanya had never seen on her friend's face before, "Obviously so..."
"I saw him..." She smiled happily, "I just have to see him again, though." Her cheeks remained flushed.
"Sounds like someone's in love, Bulma..." Tanya smiled at her friend. "What exactly did you do?"
"I...kissed him."
Tanya's eyes widened, "N-no...way! You kissed him? How did it feel...?" She smile happily, pleased her friend had finally enjoyed a kiss.
"I..." She looked down, her cheeks flushed, "I don't know, sugar would be as close as I could come, but too good to describe for the most part..."
"Oh?"
Bulma smiled, "...that was a hell of a kiss."
"The kiss of a rebel, the unforgettable first true kiss, hm?" Tanya smiled gleefully, "Did he kiss good?"
"Hell yeah!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Done! *Big wide grin* {Wow, you actually got another chapter out with your lazy self?} Yup! Hey, that isn't nice! {Shut your big mouth and wrap this up, I'm sick of you for the night.} Well, consider this an early Christmas present for all of you people, ok? {They will, can we finish now?} You think anybody will read this. {Uh, no?} Hey! {Let's move on with our lives, ok?} Meanie, but, ok! *Big wide grin again* {Stop doing that!} Aw, okie dae!