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"You also don't have the wide spread imprisonment of all males," Uvagon said, almost angrily.
"Or cruel warriors that would sooner rip your head off than look at you," Furto added, just as harshly.
"Ok, ok, I see your point," she huffed, curling herself into a ball on her bed. "I didn't mean to cause an uproar."
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They were less than two days from Excaro; Uvagon would be gone in that time and Bulma would never see him again. She advised him not to speak of Vegeta to her in that time, for she didn't want to be bitter with him before they departed for good. She also promised that if she found a way to contact him that she would as much as possible. He agreed to all of this, of course, hoping that they would speak again some day in the not so distant future. They only had four days, two to reach the planet and two to stay and rest, to spend time together before going back to Fewsk where Bulma would be cured, so they had to make the best of their time.
Bulma hadn't seen or heard from Vegeta since the day he'd barged in on her and Uvagon and it was all just as well to her, she was too angry with him to let it bother her at all. Besides, they would be spending all that time together on the way home, plenty of time to patch things up or decide to hate each other for the rest of their lives. True, they were completely changed with the events of the trip, the few steamy encounters and the mating proposal; they could never go back to being strictly enemies, they were too close. Plus he saved her life in more ways than one, he would always be a part of her, whether she could accept that or not.
The Rymrons, which had given Uvagon quite a scare when he'd first encountered one, had come down with something of a cold a few days before and were now kept under close watch by Bulma and Furto, who promised to watch over them when she and Vegeta went back to Earth. Vegeta, most unsympathetic, had told Furto to pitch them out of the ship when they released the toilet containers.
"The poor things," Bulma cooed, reaching into their box and petting some atop their heads; they whimpered at her, squealing quietly to be fed. "Uvagon, would you hand me some of those noodles. No, the ones I put medication on. Yes, thank you." Furto happened to have cold medicine, which he'd accidentally thrown in when bringing Bulma's supplies, Bulma had brushed on the medication and let it dry.
"When will they be better?" he asked, tilting his head sideways and looking at the little puffs called Rymrons. "They don't look so sick."
"They're almost better. Probably by the time we…land," she sighed, breathing deeply; she didn't want to think about that.
"What's troubling you?"
"Nothing." She tried her best to sound convincing.
"Bulma, I know I haven't known you as long as Vegeta-" She glared at him. "-or even Furto, but I know you well enough to know when something is bothering you. Please tell me."
"I'm afraid we'll never speak again," she sighed, leaning back on her heels, dropping the last bits of noodles into the box of Rymrons.
"Is that all?" he laughed.
"What d'you mean, 'Is that all?'?" she hissed, most offended.
"No, no. I thought it was more serious, like an attack was coming on, you know?"
"Oh, right. I almost forgot about that," she laughed uneasily. "Well, there are virtually no signs for attacks, they come and go when they please without warning."
"So you can be fine one moment and the next be gasping for air?"
"Pretty much, but I've only been conscious for a few of the attacks. Not too long ago I couldn't breath properly because I was coughing up bits of iced blood. It was dreadful."
"Ice blood? How interesting," he said to himself, starring off at nothing inparticular.
"Interesting? I almost died." She crossed her arms hastily over her chest, truly offended by his words.
"No, sorry. I didn't mean it that way. Please forgive me. I only meant that I've never heard of such a thing happening as a result of a disease and it was odd to me and-"
"Alright, I forgive you," she sighed, with a hint of laughter; he was not the type of being to stay mad at. She reached over, hugging him tightly and warmly to her chest, loving the feel of his soft blue hair brushing the side of her face and neck. She could see herself falling in love with this man.
"We're landing."
"Fuck! Vegeta!" Bulma snapped, jumping back and nearly knocking the box of Rymrons over. "What's the big idea? And what the hell do you mean we're landing? We're not supposed to land for two days."
"No, I informed you of an estimated time of arrival. Now get strapped in." He was gone before either had a chance to speak.
"I can't believe we're landing," Bulma whimpered, pulling Uvagon into another gentle hug.
"I'll miss you Bulma."
"Me too," she sighed, whipping at her eyes before tears could fall.
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Once the ship was still and the dust had settled, Vegeta was immediately to his feet, checking the stats and making sure the landing was ok. He grunted at what he saw, telling Bulma nothing either way. And before they knew it, the ship was surrounded by a mass of beings with pale purple skin that looked like Uvagon. They didn't appear to be hostile, though Bulma still felt the need to put her guard up; she'd had one too many bad experienced with "friendly looking" aliens.
"My people," Uvagon sighed, almost painfully, holding his hands to his chest.
"Get going," Vegeta demanded, giving him a hefty shove towards the door.
"We're staying for a few days, Vegeta," Bulma countered, jumping in between them. "You said yourself that we were, and I for one am not leaving without properly saying good-bye and knowing Uvagon is in good hands."
"He's in excellent hands," Furto piped in, though shrunk back after receiving an angry glare from Bulma.
"He doesn't need us to baby-sit him."
"I WANT to stay with him, Vegeta. I won't have it any other way. Leave without me if you will."
"You'd die," he sneered, gripping the back of the chair he stood by, bending the metal in to form his finger impressions.
"I'd rather than-"
"Enough, enough!" Uvagon stepped in, pulling Bulma back against his chest; Vegeta growled, barring his teeth. "There's no need to argue senselessly over this. I would have you stay longer, but if you're hell bent on leaving, Vegeta, then I can't stop you. I only ask that you respect Bulma's wishes and stay only for a few days. I'll do all in my power to make you comfortable."
"I'll stay on the ship," he grunt, turning away, defeated; he was losing his earthly love with every passing moment and he was powerless to stop it.
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Furto was first off the ship, and first to be pulled into a customary group hug of the Excaro people, the humble and friendly Geradrens. He immediately struggled to push them off, though surrendered to their loving embraces when he found no harm in them. Bulma and Uvagon descended together, both prepared for the swarm of Geradrens, though still quite shocked when they were pressed one by one to each in the group. Vegeta stood, scowling down at the group from the ramp; no one approached him. It was clear by the way they looked up at him that they knew who he was, or at least that he was a Saiyan and that they shouldn't embrace him in such a way.
"Cel ba far-des a xer. Toq enm yol erel," spoke one of the male Geradrens, the words flowing smoothly off his tongue.
"Fert yigabor klew?" came a female's voice, just as smoothly. Furto, Bulma, and Uvagon all looked from one to the other; none knew the language, or anything close to it.
"Olv a com de frews. Igs aqul met snov." Everyone's eyes turned to Vegeta, he'd spoken those words.
"Ah, gorst juiv atavala Saiyan?" the female asked, arching a silky black eyebrow.
"Segor."
"Jergort?"
"Segor."
"Kilmu?"
"Ferv. Cres-ent ajut diy?"
"Ei. Otelmo. Gerest." She motioned for Bulma, Uvagon, and Furto to come towards her. They obeyed, still completely confused, and were handed what looked to Bulma to be simple inch-by-inch squares of metal with a soft gum-like backing. "Weil ovara, Lur Vegeta."
"Place them on your temples," Vegeta snorted, pointing to his own.
"Why?" Bulma snapped, immediately suspicious of him.
"So you understand what we're saying. They're translators."
Bulma hesitated, then pressed the tiny square of metal to her temple and waited for someone to speak.
"Welcome to Excaro," the female Geradren said warmly, bringing Bulma into another swift hug. "I am Tellev. This is my husband Loars." She motioned to the only other Geradren that had spoken. "We are two of Excaro's instructors. Derg and her husband Uli are also instructors." Two Geradrens, both with white hair, stepped forward and smiled.
"Like the Kings and Queens?" Bulma asked stupidly, confused by their wording.
"No, nothing like that. We simply instruct our fellows in the right direction. We have but one rule here."
"And what's that?"
"No killing of your own kind, of course."
"What were you two saying before?" Bulma motioned to Vegeta, though found the ramp was deserted; he must have gone back inside.
"I asked Prince Vegeta-" Bulma cringed-"if he was staying or stopping for repairs. He said he was in no need of repairs and that I'd find my answer in you."
"What does Segor mean?"
"No."
"What did he say no to?"
"I asked if you were a Saiyan and he said no, then if you were his mate and he said no, then if you were a responsibility and he said yes."
"Umm, alright then."
"May I ask what you've come for, miss?"
"Bulma."
"Bulma."
"Uvagon-" She gestured to him and he smiled. "-as you can tell is of your kind."
"He's been a prisoner of Urgadoan, has he not?"
"Y-Yes I have," Uvagon stuttered, shocked that she knew such information. "How did you-?"
"I can tell by your manner, I have met many escaped former Drens held by Urgadoan."
"Others have come here?" he gasped, his hand slowly rising to his lips.
"Many, almost three dozen live in a home together not far from here. One by the name of Rewl came just three moons ago."
"Rewl is here? I thought he'd been caught by the guards. I thought he was dead."
"He escaped again and couldn't risk telling others. But please, let's get you all inside with food in front of you before continuing." She turned briskly, but politely, from them, her arm hooked with Loars as they walked towards the only building in sight, a magnificently painted creation made from stones and clay mortar.
Once inside, Bulma was again stunned by the absolute beauty of everything around her; the carpets, the walls, the ornaments that adorned the walls and floors, everything in her line of vision. They passed through room after room, before coming to one much like the eating hall in Urgadoan's home, though there was a long stone table placed in the middle, already beginning to be set by scurrying male and female Geradrens.
Tellev, Loars, Derg, and Uli stood at the head of the massive table, holding their hands up for silence.
"Welcome guests. I hope you enjoy our feast." Once they was seated, the Geradrens immediately dove into the food, snatching whatever they could get their hands on and shoving in it their mouths. Bulma noticed that there wasn't any meat.
"Where's the main course?" Bulma whispered to Furto out of the corner of her mouth, so not to offend.
"This is the main course," he mumbled through a mouthful of what looked like blue and white corn.
"Where's the meat?"
"Geradrens are strict vegetarians. After what happened to their ancestors, they don't wish to harm any living creature. Unless attacked of course."
"Oh," Bulma sighed, suddenly having a huge craving for good old earth chicken wings and pizza.
When they were finished with their feast, Tellev announced that she would be taking their guests to meet the other former Drens in Severs House.
"They'll be quite pleased to have another," Tellev said off-handedly as they walked towards a building about half the size of the one they'd been in before, though just as beautiful. "When I brought Rewl to Severs House they nearly knocked him off his feet in excitement. I believe his sister had arrived not long before him. They had quite a reunion."
"Sister? How does Rewl know his sister?" Uvagon asked, saddling up beside Tellev to better hear her.
"They said they kept their meetings together secret so not to be punished. Duro was Urgadoan's niece."
"Urgadoan was Rewl's aunt!?" Uvagon spat, not at all meaning to sound so rude. "He never-"
"He didn't want there to be complications, I suppose."
They were now at the door to Severs House, the festivities from within seeping from the crack under the door in warm, friendly torrents. Uvagon took a deep breath as Tellev reached for the handle and opened the door.
"Instructor Tellev!" cheered what sounded like the entire group of three dozen former Drens, and one former Geranome.
"Keepers of Severs House," she replied warmly, opening her arms to them; Uvagon stood beside her, out of their view, Bulma stood farther away so not to intrude. "I have most excellent news for you. Come Uvagon, let them see you."
Slowly Uvagon stepped into their view, head down, eyes at the floor.
"Uvagon!" cried one of them, rushing at him and embracing him in a breath-taking hug.
"Rewl," Uvagon sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "I thought I'd never see you again." He collapsed into his friend's arms, allowing him to drag him into Severs House.
"I should go," Bulma squeaked to Tellev, backing away slowly.
"I understand," she said with a loving smile, not pushing her to stay when she knew she was uncomfortable.
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Bulma gasps for air as she's hurled against the wall, a massive muscle-corded arm wrapped around her frail neck, choking her breath in short painful spurts. Her eyes begin to droop shut, her body following quickly thereafter, sulking towards the ground. Seconds later she's released and falls backwards into her assailant's arms.
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"You also don't have the wide spread imprisonment of all males," Uvagon said, almost angrily.
"Or cruel warriors that would sooner rip your head off than look at you," Furto added, just as harshly.
"Ok, ok, I see your point," she huffed, curling herself into a ball on her bed. "I didn't mean to cause an uproar."
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They were less than two days from Excaro; Uvagon would be gone in that time and Bulma would never see him again. She advised him not to speak of Vegeta to her in that time, for she didn't want to be bitter with him before they departed for good. She also promised that if she found a way to contact him that she would as much as possible. He agreed to all of this, of course, hoping that they would speak again some day in the not so distant future. They only had four days, two to reach the planet and two to stay and rest, to spend time together before going back to Fewsk where Bulma would be cured, so they had to make the best of their time.
Bulma hadn't seen or heard from Vegeta since the day he'd barged in on her and Uvagon and it was all just as well to her, she was too angry with him to let it bother her at all. Besides, they would be spending all that time together on the way home, plenty of time to patch things up or decide to hate each other for the rest of their lives. True, they were completely changed with the events of the trip, the few steamy encounters and the mating proposal; they could never go back to being strictly enemies, they were too close. Plus he saved her life in more ways than one, he would always be a part of her, whether she could accept that or not.
The Rymrons, which had given Uvagon quite a scare when he'd first encountered one, had come down with something of a cold a few days before and were now kept under close watch by Bulma and Furto, who promised to watch over them when she and Vegeta went back to Earth. Vegeta, most unsympathetic, had told Furto to pitch them out of the ship when they released the toilet containers.
"The poor things," Bulma cooed, reaching into their box and petting some atop their heads; they whimpered at her, squealing quietly to be fed. "Uvagon, would you hand me some of those noodles. No, the ones I put medication on. Yes, thank you." Furto happened to have cold medicine, which he'd accidentally thrown in when bringing Bulma's supplies, Bulma had brushed on the medication and let it dry.
"When will they be better?" he asked, tilting his head sideways and looking at the little puffs called Rymrons. "They don't look so sick."
"They're almost better. Probably by the time we…land," she sighed, breathing deeply; she didn't want to think about that.
"What's troubling you?"
"Nothing." She tried her best to sound convincing.
"Bulma, I know I haven't known you as long as Vegeta-" She glared at him. "-or even Furto, but I know you well enough to know when something is bothering you. Please tell me."
"I'm afraid we'll never speak again," she sighed, leaning back on her heels, dropping the last bits of noodles into the box of Rymrons.
"Is that all?" he laughed.
"What d'you mean, 'Is that all?'?" she hissed, most offended.
"No, no. I thought it was more serious, like an attack was coming on, you know?"
"Oh, right. I almost forgot about that," she laughed uneasily. "Well, there are virtually no signs for attacks, they come and go when they please without warning."
"So you can be fine one moment and the next be gasping for air?"
"Pretty much, but I've only been conscious for a few of the attacks. Not too long ago I couldn't breath properly because I was coughing up bits of iced blood. It was dreadful."
"Ice blood? How interesting," he said to himself, starring off at nothing inparticular.
"Interesting? I almost died." She crossed her arms hastily over her chest, truly offended by his words.
"No, sorry. I didn't mean it that way. Please forgive me. I only meant that I've never heard of such a thing happening as a result of a disease and it was odd to me and-"
"Alright, I forgive you," she sighed, with a hint of laughter; he was not the type of being to stay mad at. She reached over, hugging him tightly and warmly to her chest, loving the feel of his soft blue hair brushing the side of her face and neck. She could see herself falling in love with this man.
"We're landing."
"Fuck! Vegeta!" Bulma snapped, jumping back and nearly knocking the box of Rymrons over. "What's the big idea? And what the hell do you mean we're landing? We're not supposed to land for two days."
"No, I informed you of an estimated time of arrival. Now get strapped in." He was gone before either had a chance to speak.
"I can't believe we're landing," Bulma whimpered, pulling Uvagon into another gentle hug.
"I'll miss you Bulma."
"Me too," she sighed, whipping at her eyes before tears could fall.
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Once the ship was still and the dust had settled, Vegeta was immediately to his feet, checking the stats and making sure the landing was ok. He grunted at what he saw, telling Bulma nothing either way. And before they knew it, the ship was surrounded by a mass of beings with pale purple skin that looked like Uvagon. They didn't appear to be hostile, though Bulma still felt the need to put her guard up; she'd had one too many bad experienced with "friendly looking" aliens.
"My people," Uvagon sighed, almost painfully, holding his hands to his chest.
"Get going," Vegeta demanded, giving him a hefty shove towards the door.
"We're staying for a few days, Vegeta," Bulma countered, jumping in between them. "You said yourself that we were, and I for one am not leaving without properly saying good-bye and knowing Uvagon is in good hands."
"He's in excellent hands," Furto piped in, though shrunk back after receiving an angry glare from Bulma.
"He doesn't need us to baby-sit him."
"I WANT to stay with him, Vegeta. I won't have it any other way. Leave without me if you will."
"You'd die," he sneered, gripping the back of the chair he stood by, bending the metal in to form his finger impressions.
"I'd rather than-"
"Enough, enough!" Uvagon stepped in, pulling Bulma back against his chest; Vegeta growled, barring his teeth. "There's no need to argue senselessly over this. I would have you stay longer, but if you're hell bent on leaving, Vegeta, then I can't stop you. I only ask that you respect Bulma's wishes and stay only for a few days. I'll do all in my power to make you comfortable."
"I'll stay on the ship," he grunt, turning away, defeated; he was losing his earthly love with every passing moment and he was powerless to stop it.
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Furto was first off the ship, and first to be pulled into a customary group hug of the Excaro people, the humble and friendly Geradrens. He immediately struggled to push them off, though surrendered to their loving embraces when he found no harm in them. Bulma and Uvagon descended together, both prepared for the swarm of Geradrens, though still quite shocked when they were pressed one by one to each in the group. Vegeta stood, scowling down at the group from the ramp; no one approached him. It was clear by the way they looked up at him that they knew who he was, or at least that he was a Saiyan and that they shouldn't embrace him in such a way.
"Cel ba far-des a xer. Toq enm yol erel," spoke one of the male Geradrens, the words flowing smoothly off his tongue.
"Fert yigabor klew?" came a female's voice, just as smoothly. Furto, Bulma, and Uvagon all looked from one to the other; none knew the language, or anything close to it.
"Olv a com de frews. Igs aqul met snov." Everyone's eyes turned to Vegeta, he'd spoken those words.
"Ah, gorst juiv atavala Saiyan?" the female asked, arching a silky black eyebrow.
"Segor."
"Jergort?"
"Segor."
"Kilmu?"
"Ferv. Cres-ent ajut diy?"
"Ei. Otelmo. Gerest." She motioned for Bulma, Uvagon, and Furto to come towards her. They obeyed, still completely confused, and were handed what looked to Bulma to be simple inch-by-inch squares of metal with a soft gum-like backing. "Weil ovara, Lur Vegeta."
"Place them on your temples," Vegeta snorted, pointing to his own.
"Why?" Bulma snapped, immediately suspicious of him.
"So you understand what we're saying. They're translators."
Bulma hesitated, then pressed the tiny square of metal to her temple and waited for someone to speak.
"Welcome to Excaro," the female Geradren said warmly, bringing Bulma into another swift hug. "I am Tellev. This is my husband Loars." She motioned to the only other Geradren that had spoken. "We are two of Excaro's instructors. Derg and her husband Uli are also instructors." Two Geradrens, both with white hair, stepped forward and smiled.
"Like the Kings and Queens?" Bulma asked stupidly, confused by their wording.
"No, nothing like that. We simply instruct our fellows in the right direction. We have but one rule here."
"And what's that?"
"No killing of your own kind, of course."
"What were you two saying before?" Bulma motioned to Vegeta, though found the ramp was deserted; he must have gone back inside.
"I asked Prince Vegeta-" Bulma cringed-"if he was staying or stopping for repairs. He said he was in no need of repairs and that I'd find my answer in you."
"What does Segor mean?"
"No."
"What did he say no to?"
"I asked if you were a Saiyan and he said no, then if you were his mate and he said no, then if you were a responsibility and he said yes."
"Umm, alright then."
"May I ask what you've come for, miss?"
"Bulma."
"Bulma."
"Uvagon-" She gestured to him and he smiled. "-as you can tell is of your kind."
"He's been a prisoner of Urgadoan, has he not?"
"Y-Yes I have," Uvagon stuttered, shocked that she knew such information. "How did you-?"
"I can tell by your manner, I have met many escaped former Drens held by Urgadoan."
"Others have come here?" he gasped, his hand slowly rising to his lips.
"Many, almost three dozen live in a home together not far from here. One by the name of Rewl came just three moons ago."
"Rewl is here? I thought he'd been caught by the guards. I thought he was dead."
"He escaped again and couldn't risk telling others. But please, let's get you all inside with food in front of you before continuing." She turned briskly, but politely, from them, her arm hooked with Loars as they walked towards the only building in sight, a magnificently painted creation made from stones and clay mortar.
Once inside, Bulma was again stunned by the absolute beauty of everything around her; the carpets, the walls, the ornaments that adorned the walls and floors, everything in her line of vision. They passed through room after room, before coming to one much like the eating hall in Urgadoan's home, though there was a long stone table placed in the middle, already beginning to be set by scurrying male and female Geradrens.
Tellev, Loars, Derg, and Uli stood at the head of the massive table, holding their hands up for silence.
"Welcome guests. I hope you enjoy our feast." Once they was seated, the Geradrens immediately dove into the food, snatching whatever they could get their hands on and shoving in it their mouths. Bulma noticed that there wasn't any meat.
"Where's the main course?" Bulma whispered to Furto out of the corner of her mouth, so not to offend.
"This is the main course," he mumbled through a mouthful of what looked like blue and white corn.
"Where's the meat?"
"Geradrens are strict vegetarians. After what happened to their ancestors, they don't wish to harm any living creature. Unless attacked of course."
"Oh," Bulma sighed, suddenly having a huge craving for good old earth chicken wings and pizza.
When they were finished with their feast, Tellev announced that she would be taking their guests to meet the other former Drens in Severs House.
"They'll be quite pleased to have another," Tellev said off-handedly as they walked towards a building about half the size of the one they'd been in before, though just as beautiful. "When I brought Rewl to Severs House they nearly knocked him off his feet in excitement. I believe his sister had arrived not long before him. They had quite a reunion."
"Sister? How does Rewl know his sister?" Uvagon asked, saddling up beside Tellev to better hear her.
"They said they kept their meetings together secret so not to be punished. Duro was Urgadoan's niece."
"Urgadoan was Rewl's aunt!?" Uvagon spat, not at all meaning to sound so rude. "He never-"
"He didn't want there to be complications, I suppose."
They were now at the door to Severs House, the festivities from within seeping from the crack under the door in warm, friendly torrents. Uvagon took a deep breath as Tellev reached for the handle and opened the door.
"Instructor Tellev!" cheered what sounded like the entire group of three dozen former Drens, and one former Geranome.
"Keepers of Severs House," she replied warmly, opening her arms to them; Uvagon stood beside her, out of their view, Bulma stood farther away so not to intrude. "I have most excellent news for you. Come Uvagon, let them see you."
Slowly Uvagon stepped into their view, head down, eyes at the floor.
"Uvagon!" cried one of them, rushing at him and embracing him in a breath-taking hug.
"Rewl," Uvagon sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "I thought I'd never see you again." He collapsed into his friend's arms, allowing him to drag him into Severs House.
"I should go," Bulma squeaked to Tellev, backing away slowly.
"I understand," she said with a loving smile, not pushing her to stay when she knew she was uncomfortable.
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Bulma gasps for air as she's hurled against the wall, a massive muscle-corded arm wrapped around her frail neck, choking her breath in short painful spurts. Her eyes begin to droop shut, her body following quickly thereafter, sulking towards the ground. Seconds later she's released and falls backwards into her assailant's arms.
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---Chapter 21!!!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAY! How was that? Did you like it? Huh? Sorry it took me so damn long to update, but I've been swamped with school work and such and haven't had time.
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Next time: I'll never tell!