Hello everyone! Wow, I never thought I would get this many reviews for one
chapter. Other than that, I'm depressed. My cutie seminarian went back to
his home in Paraguay. I'm sad because we were friends too and he doesn't
know when he'll be back IF he'll be back. It's depressing to think that he
won't be back. And I miss him like crazy. -_- *sigh*. Anyway, thanks to
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Chapter 3: The one with the sexual tension.
~~Vegeta's POV~~
HMMM. Bulma made me think about something this morning before I got out of bed. She suspects there is something between her assistant and my brat. Now that she mentions it, there is something going on between those too. They say they're only friends, but I don't believe it. Not one bit. I've seen them together a couple of times and the sexual tension is so thick, you can cut it with a knife. I hear they're constantly flirting. I wonder when they'll get over themselves and get together. I know royalty is not supposed to elope with third-class people. Maybe we can bend the rules just this once.or twice. I've also seen a change in my daughter's behavior since she met that Goten kid. Could it be fate?
~~End Vegeta's POV~~
~~Trunks' POV~~
I'm in my balcony looking out into the sunrise. Pan's supposed to be here soon. It's incredible how much our lives have changed since I met Pan. I too met her uncle. I didn't know someone like him could have so much in common with me.
I've got to admit. He's a skilled fighter, and it was great that he joined the armed forces; it's somewhere he could work off all that energy he has. And man! I've never met anyone as funny as he is. I could have never guessed how good a fighter he was if I only looked at him. His behavior is calm and happy, when he's not fighting of course.
He has taken a liking to my sister. It's kind of awkward having your best friend like your sister, but they're just so right together. Who could oppose to that relationship?
I suppose Pan has also changed my life. Bra had been right all along. Pan is very different from any other woman I've met. I admit that I too had stereotypes regarding lower classes in our hierarchy, but not everyone is the same. It's weird though, Pan reminds me so much of my dad. It's like she has an outer layer where she appears unforgiving, but deep down she's all honey, and like my dad, her eyes give that away. Yes, by looking at her eyes you could tell exactly what she's thinking. They're strange eyes, almost hypnotizing.
Sometimes I don't understand her though. How can someone be so selfless? I see what Bra told me that Pan looks incredibly sad sometimes. It's hard to see her that way and not want to help her like she's helped everyone else.
Anyway, Pan and I are close friends now. But only friends. *sigh* I guess it's my fault. Of course some of my actions show that I have strong feelings for her, but I haven't told her that. I can tell she likes me too. I guess we're both afraid of ruining our friendship.
Being friends, we confide a lot in each other, and of course tried to hook Bra and Goten up, but we can't do all the work, they have to do some too. Anyway, sometimes Pan tells me sometimes that she's very happy to live in Vegeta-sei. It's very strange when she says that. It's like she's been in other planets.....weird.
~~End Trunks' POV~~
Pan knocked on Trunks' door. She saw his freckled face peek out. "Ready?" she asked sweetly.
"Yeah."
They walked to the training room since they agreed the night before to have a little spar. Once in the training room, Goten and Sean, who were training, greeted the newly arrived saiyans, but still continued to fight. Pan and Trunks went their separate ways to change into more comfortable clothes.
Pan came out of the dressing room and came into a halt. It had been a couple of months since Pan had seen Trunks without a shirt. She looked at his chiseled upper body. Thoughts of his naked body -thrusting- invaded her mind. What made it even better was the light tan Trunks had. It gave him a little shimmer.
Trunks saw Pan coming out of the bathroom and now he gaped at her. He still couldn't get over her all around beauty. The black pants she wore clung tightly to her thighs and rear. Man! Her toned legs! How he wished they were wrapped around his waist....or neck. Trunks drooled over her little perky butt. She also wore a sleeveless tight red shirt that showed the right curves. Trunks thought she looked even sexier when he saw her tying her hair in a pony tail.
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Pan and Trunks took their defensive stance. Trunks stared at Pan starting at her feet. Slowing down at her flat stomach, and then at her breasts before finally continuing up to look at her eyes. He smirked seductively.
*He's acting a little more............friendly lately.* Pan feeling somewhat offended by the look on his face charged at him. She threw blows at Trunks trying to erase that devilish smirk plastered on his face. Trunks caught each of Pan's wrists and his smirk deepened. His face came close to hers. Their noses almost touched. "Why don't we kick things up a notch or two?"
It was Pan's turn to smirk. "Way ahead of you princy!" she said jumping backwards and powering up. Trunks did the same and immediately charged at her. Pan saw him charging at her and immediately threw punches at him. Again, Trunks caught both of her wrists. Pan managed to kick up, hitting him in the face. Not completely falling, Trunks reached out to grab her leg. He swung her around and threw her to the ground.
Pan collected herself, unsuspecting the lavender haired boy standing behind her. Just when she realized he was behind her she tried to turn to attack but was stopped by a pair of arms snaking around her own, then around her neck, trapping her into a headlock.
Pan growled finding herself unable to break free. Pan squirmed in Trunks' arms, rubbing her body against his. Trunks couldn't take it anymore. He lowered his head to the crook of her neck and sighed repeatedly. *She smells so sweet* Trunks thought, moaning very quietly.
Trunks' breath tickled Pan causing her to stop her attempts to free herself. He started licking softly, then nipping at the sensitive spot. Pan powered down and crooked her head the opposite direction giving full access to the prince. She closed her eyes and sighed, letting Trunks and Trunks only know that she was enjoying this.
"Get a room you two!" Pan's eyes shot open at the sound of Goten's voice. For a moment she felt her cheeks burn and remembered what she was here for. She powered up again and flew all the way to the ceiling crushing Trunks. Pan flipped around and smirked when she looked at Trunks who was surprised she managed to free herself.
Trunks growled and flew to Pan. The two exchanged more blows for a few moments and Pan found herself wanting to submit her counterpart to a similar torture she had been subjected to. Smirking, she disappeared and reappeared above Trunks flipping backwards and kicking Trunks to the floor. She flew as fast as she could to Trunks and before he could get up he found a pretty raven-haired saiyan straddling him.
Pan shot her hand out to punch Trunks but stopped millimeters from his nose. She brought her face close to his and smirked. *This is too good to be true. I never thought I could fight and fool around at the same time!* Trunks thought sheepishly.
Pan now started to smell his face and neck, then she brought her lips down to meet his. Trunks closed his eyes expecting the best. Then Pan stopped right before their lips touched. Her breath tickled Trunks' lips, and he snapped his eyes open. "Feels good to be on top." Pan had never smirked like she was smirking now.
Trunks powered up shooting Pan to the roof. After a while, they both regained their cool and again got into fighting stance. After realizing the kind of show they had just performed for their saiyan comrades, both inwardly decided to stick to sparring.
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"Pan, I've been meaning to ask you something."
Pan nodded allowing him to continue.
"It's about my parent's wedding anniversary ball-"
"Yeah, your mom invited me the other day." Pan interrupted.
"Well," said Trunks, starting to get nervous, *Get a hold of yourself you pussy....If she likes me like I think she does, she'll come with me.* "You wanna come with me?" He finished smiling softly.
*Finally he asks!* "Yeah." Pan smiled light-heartedly. They were both walking happily down the hall, and were just about to walk by the throne room.
Something caught Pan's eye. Something familiar, something she had never seen before. She stopped to look at it. *I swear I've seen her before. But where?* She examined the painting closely. Trunks stopped and, puzzled, looked at Pan, then at the painting, then back at Pan. *What is she looking at?* He thought before looking again at the painting.
On the canvas, there was a woman. She had a white suit with lines around her extremities. She had long wavy black hair. Pan then looked at her face, and into her eyes; it was like looking in the mirror! Except that this woman had a weird character on her forehead. *Weird* Pan thought.
"He-he." Trunks laughed nervously not knowing why all of a sudden Pan was so interested in this painting. Also noticing how the eyes of the woman looked exactly like Pan's.
Pan looked at the name of the picture and it read 'Leene.' *Leene?* Immediately Pan started having glimpses, but a lot more than before. It was like her mind was trying to tell her something. She saw the same woman in the painting in a dark desert like place. Then she saw her flying in space. Then she saw again the same lady talking to what looked like saiyans. Finally she saw the woman dissolve into air and with the bright light fading, also these glimpses faded away.
Trunks looked at her as she closed her eyes and a weird symbol appeared on her forehead, much like that of the woman on the painting. But he didn't have much time to think. Pan passed out and he carried her to his room.
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Pan slowly opened her eyes, and through these she saw a very blurry image of something lavender. Her sight focused and she realized who was above her.
"You had me scared for a minute there!" Trunks said smiling softly, helping Pan up.
"What happened?" Pan said rubbing her face.
"Not much! You were looking at a painting of Leene and then passed out!" He said tucking strands of hair behind her ears. "Maybe we shouldn't have sparred today." Trunks said feeling guilty.
Pan was still staring blankly. "No, that's not it. When I was looking at the painting I had visions. I think that's why I passed out....Leene you say? Who is she?" Pan looked at Trunks who still had his hand on her cheek. *Why is he looking at me like that?* She wondered unable to take her eyes off his. *More to the point, why am I looking at him like this?*
Trunks then brought his face closer to Pan. Their lips almost touched when Trunks looked at Pan one more time. Pan closed her eyes getting ready for their first kiss. Then as she felt his lips touch hers her stomach was doing acrobatics and a chill ran down her spine. Trunks slowly nipped the luscious lips he had just touched. He softly caressed her cheek and ran his hand down to her neck, still caressing her cheek with his thumb. He finally got a reaction as Pan too nipped his lips. She ran her hand up his arm settling in the back of his head, softly running her fingers through his hair.
As they both nipped at each other's lips, they opened their mouths enough to get some tongue contact. Pan firmly massaged his tongue with hers. Trunks repeated the same action. She ran her hand back down his arm and pulled away.
A pink shade graced Pan's cheeks. Her blush faded when Trunks smiled. "Sorry for interrupting, you left me in such a cliff-hanger back in the training room that I just had to finish it." He scratched the back of his head. Pan looked confused. "Ok, now, as for Leene, come with me." He said waving at her.
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"I just don't understand. Why did I have visions of this Leene lady? Could it be the future?" Pan asked more to herself. Trunks looked, and smiled sweetly at her. He took her hand and laced fingers with it. Pan happily squeezed his hand a little, smiling back at him. "I-I don't think so. I think it was the past." Trunks said matter-of-factly.
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"See, my dad once told me about a goddess who saved the saiyan race. Her name was Leene." Trunks said looking through books once they had reached the library. "Here it is!" He pulled down a book and set it on the table where Pan was sitting. They flipped through the thick pages filled with fancy letters. As they flipped more pages, they came into a section with sketches and small replicas of paintings.
Pan looked intently at them seeing a resemblance between some of the sketches in the book and the visions she had. "Yeah, this is what I saw, down to the clothes." Pan said pointing at the sketch where Leene was talking to the saiyans.
Trunks looked at the picture. The background was a combination of black, purple, and red. There were many saiyans standing in the ground along with creatures he'd never seen before. In the middle of it all, hovering, was a woman...Leene. *Strange...why does she look familiar?* Beside the woman was what looked like the leader of the alien race. The woman was holding something between her hands...a crystal?
Trunks continued, looking back at Pan. "I guess she said she was coming back. But it's been more than a thousand years. People just stopped believing and eventually forgot about her." He said closing the book.
"But if she's coming back could my visions be the future?" She asked staring blankly into space. "People don't wear those clothes anymore. And it wouldn't make sense if you had visions of a future that wasn't going to happen in your lifetime." Pan looked down defeated.
He put the book back where it belonged and turned to look at Pan. "Did that help?"
"Yeah, sort of." She smiled warmly at him. But she was lying. *I still have many questions. But I don't think anybody in this planet can answer them.* She didn't really pay attention to what she was thinking.
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Geez! If I write like this when I'm depressed, then I should get depressed more often......I guess you can tell that I'm very satisfied with this chapter. I confess, I had a lot of fun visualizing the animalistic foreplay going on when Pan and Trunks were sparring. ^_^
Well, it's back to moping around. -_- *sigh* We didn't even get to say good bye. How sad! Well, enough about Jorge!
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Chapter 3: The one with the sexual tension.
~~Vegeta's POV~~
HMMM. Bulma made me think about something this morning before I got out of bed. She suspects there is something between her assistant and my brat. Now that she mentions it, there is something going on between those too. They say they're only friends, but I don't believe it. Not one bit. I've seen them together a couple of times and the sexual tension is so thick, you can cut it with a knife. I hear they're constantly flirting. I wonder when they'll get over themselves and get together. I know royalty is not supposed to elope with third-class people. Maybe we can bend the rules just this once.or twice. I've also seen a change in my daughter's behavior since she met that Goten kid. Could it be fate?
~~End Vegeta's POV~~
~~Trunks' POV~~
I'm in my balcony looking out into the sunrise. Pan's supposed to be here soon. It's incredible how much our lives have changed since I met Pan. I too met her uncle. I didn't know someone like him could have so much in common with me.
I've got to admit. He's a skilled fighter, and it was great that he joined the armed forces; it's somewhere he could work off all that energy he has. And man! I've never met anyone as funny as he is. I could have never guessed how good a fighter he was if I only looked at him. His behavior is calm and happy, when he's not fighting of course.
He has taken a liking to my sister. It's kind of awkward having your best friend like your sister, but they're just so right together. Who could oppose to that relationship?
I suppose Pan has also changed my life. Bra had been right all along. Pan is very different from any other woman I've met. I admit that I too had stereotypes regarding lower classes in our hierarchy, but not everyone is the same. It's weird though, Pan reminds me so much of my dad. It's like she has an outer layer where she appears unforgiving, but deep down she's all honey, and like my dad, her eyes give that away. Yes, by looking at her eyes you could tell exactly what she's thinking. They're strange eyes, almost hypnotizing.
Sometimes I don't understand her though. How can someone be so selfless? I see what Bra told me that Pan looks incredibly sad sometimes. It's hard to see her that way and not want to help her like she's helped everyone else.
Anyway, Pan and I are close friends now. But only friends. *sigh* I guess it's my fault. Of course some of my actions show that I have strong feelings for her, but I haven't told her that. I can tell she likes me too. I guess we're both afraid of ruining our friendship.
Being friends, we confide a lot in each other, and of course tried to hook Bra and Goten up, but we can't do all the work, they have to do some too. Anyway, sometimes Pan tells me sometimes that she's very happy to live in Vegeta-sei. It's very strange when she says that. It's like she's been in other planets.....weird.
~~End Trunks' POV~~
Pan knocked on Trunks' door. She saw his freckled face peek out. "Ready?" she asked sweetly.
"Yeah."
They walked to the training room since they agreed the night before to have a little spar. Once in the training room, Goten and Sean, who were training, greeted the newly arrived saiyans, but still continued to fight. Pan and Trunks went their separate ways to change into more comfortable clothes.
Pan came out of the dressing room and came into a halt. It had been a couple of months since Pan had seen Trunks without a shirt. She looked at his chiseled upper body. Thoughts of his naked body -thrusting- invaded her mind. What made it even better was the light tan Trunks had. It gave him a little shimmer.
Trunks saw Pan coming out of the bathroom and now he gaped at her. He still couldn't get over her all around beauty. The black pants she wore clung tightly to her thighs and rear. Man! Her toned legs! How he wished they were wrapped around his waist....or neck. Trunks drooled over her little perky butt. She also wore a sleeveless tight red shirt that showed the right curves. Trunks thought she looked even sexier when he saw her tying her hair in a pony tail.
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Pan and Trunks took their defensive stance. Trunks stared at Pan starting at her feet. Slowing down at her flat stomach, and then at her breasts before finally continuing up to look at her eyes. He smirked seductively.
*He's acting a little more............friendly lately.* Pan feeling somewhat offended by the look on his face charged at him. She threw blows at Trunks trying to erase that devilish smirk plastered on his face. Trunks caught each of Pan's wrists and his smirk deepened. His face came close to hers. Their noses almost touched. "Why don't we kick things up a notch or two?"
It was Pan's turn to smirk. "Way ahead of you princy!" she said jumping backwards and powering up. Trunks did the same and immediately charged at her. Pan saw him charging at her and immediately threw punches at him. Again, Trunks caught both of her wrists. Pan managed to kick up, hitting him in the face. Not completely falling, Trunks reached out to grab her leg. He swung her around and threw her to the ground.
Pan collected herself, unsuspecting the lavender haired boy standing behind her. Just when she realized he was behind her she tried to turn to attack but was stopped by a pair of arms snaking around her own, then around her neck, trapping her into a headlock.
Pan growled finding herself unable to break free. Pan squirmed in Trunks' arms, rubbing her body against his. Trunks couldn't take it anymore. He lowered his head to the crook of her neck and sighed repeatedly. *She smells so sweet* Trunks thought, moaning very quietly.
Trunks' breath tickled Pan causing her to stop her attempts to free herself. He started licking softly, then nipping at the sensitive spot. Pan powered down and crooked her head the opposite direction giving full access to the prince. She closed her eyes and sighed, letting Trunks and Trunks only know that she was enjoying this.
"Get a room you two!" Pan's eyes shot open at the sound of Goten's voice. For a moment she felt her cheeks burn and remembered what she was here for. She powered up again and flew all the way to the ceiling crushing Trunks. Pan flipped around and smirked when she looked at Trunks who was surprised she managed to free herself.
Trunks growled and flew to Pan. The two exchanged more blows for a few moments and Pan found herself wanting to submit her counterpart to a similar torture she had been subjected to. Smirking, she disappeared and reappeared above Trunks flipping backwards and kicking Trunks to the floor. She flew as fast as she could to Trunks and before he could get up he found a pretty raven-haired saiyan straddling him.
Pan shot her hand out to punch Trunks but stopped millimeters from his nose. She brought her face close to his and smirked. *This is too good to be true. I never thought I could fight and fool around at the same time!* Trunks thought sheepishly.
Pan now started to smell his face and neck, then she brought her lips down to meet his. Trunks closed his eyes expecting the best. Then Pan stopped right before their lips touched. Her breath tickled Trunks' lips, and he snapped his eyes open. "Feels good to be on top." Pan had never smirked like she was smirking now.
Trunks powered up shooting Pan to the roof. After a while, they both regained their cool and again got into fighting stance. After realizing the kind of show they had just performed for their saiyan comrades, both inwardly decided to stick to sparring.
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"Pan, I've been meaning to ask you something."
Pan nodded allowing him to continue.
"It's about my parent's wedding anniversary ball-"
"Yeah, your mom invited me the other day." Pan interrupted.
"Well," said Trunks, starting to get nervous, *Get a hold of yourself you pussy....If she likes me like I think she does, she'll come with me.* "You wanna come with me?" He finished smiling softly.
*Finally he asks!* "Yeah." Pan smiled light-heartedly. They were both walking happily down the hall, and were just about to walk by the throne room.
Something caught Pan's eye. Something familiar, something she had never seen before. She stopped to look at it. *I swear I've seen her before. But where?* She examined the painting closely. Trunks stopped and, puzzled, looked at Pan, then at the painting, then back at Pan. *What is she looking at?* He thought before looking again at the painting.
On the canvas, there was a woman. She had a white suit with lines around her extremities. She had long wavy black hair. Pan then looked at her face, and into her eyes; it was like looking in the mirror! Except that this woman had a weird character on her forehead. *Weird* Pan thought.
"He-he." Trunks laughed nervously not knowing why all of a sudden Pan was so interested in this painting. Also noticing how the eyes of the woman looked exactly like Pan's.
Pan looked at the name of the picture and it read 'Leene.' *Leene?* Immediately Pan started having glimpses, but a lot more than before. It was like her mind was trying to tell her something. She saw the same woman in the painting in a dark desert like place. Then she saw her flying in space. Then she saw again the same lady talking to what looked like saiyans. Finally she saw the woman dissolve into air and with the bright light fading, also these glimpses faded away.
Trunks looked at her as she closed her eyes and a weird symbol appeared on her forehead, much like that of the woman on the painting. But he didn't have much time to think. Pan passed out and he carried her to his room.
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Pan slowly opened her eyes, and through these she saw a very blurry image of something lavender. Her sight focused and she realized who was above her.
"You had me scared for a minute there!" Trunks said smiling softly, helping Pan up.
"What happened?" Pan said rubbing her face.
"Not much! You were looking at a painting of Leene and then passed out!" He said tucking strands of hair behind her ears. "Maybe we shouldn't have sparred today." Trunks said feeling guilty.
Pan was still staring blankly. "No, that's not it. When I was looking at the painting I had visions. I think that's why I passed out....Leene you say? Who is she?" Pan looked at Trunks who still had his hand on her cheek. *Why is he looking at me like that?* She wondered unable to take her eyes off his. *More to the point, why am I looking at him like this?*
Trunks then brought his face closer to Pan. Their lips almost touched when Trunks looked at Pan one more time. Pan closed her eyes getting ready for their first kiss. Then as she felt his lips touch hers her stomach was doing acrobatics and a chill ran down her spine. Trunks slowly nipped the luscious lips he had just touched. He softly caressed her cheek and ran his hand down to her neck, still caressing her cheek with his thumb. He finally got a reaction as Pan too nipped his lips. She ran her hand up his arm settling in the back of his head, softly running her fingers through his hair.
As they both nipped at each other's lips, they opened their mouths enough to get some tongue contact. Pan firmly massaged his tongue with hers. Trunks repeated the same action. She ran her hand back down his arm and pulled away.
A pink shade graced Pan's cheeks. Her blush faded when Trunks smiled. "Sorry for interrupting, you left me in such a cliff-hanger back in the training room that I just had to finish it." He scratched the back of his head. Pan looked confused. "Ok, now, as for Leene, come with me." He said waving at her.
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"I just don't understand. Why did I have visions of this Leene lady? Could it be the future?" Pan asked more to herself. Trunks looked, and smiled sweetly at her. He took her hand and laced fingers with it. Pan happily squeezed his hand a little, smiling back at him. "I-I don't think so. I think it was the past." Trunks said matter-of-factly.
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"See, my dad once told me about a goddess who saved the saiyan race. Her name was Leene." Trunks said looking through books once they had reached the library. "Here it is!" He pulled down a book and set it on the table where Pan was sitting. They flipped through the thick pages filled with fancy letters. As they flipped more pages, they came into a section with sketches and small replicas of paintings.
Pan looked intently at them seeing a resemblance between some of the sketches in the book and the visions she had. "Yeah, this is what I saw, down to the clothes." Pan said pointing at the sketch where Leene was talking to the saiyans.
Trunks looked at the picture. The background was a combination of black, purple, and red. There were many saiyans standing in the ground along with creatures he'd never seen before. In the middle of it all, hovering, was a woman...Leene. *Strange...why does she look familiar?* Beside the woman was what looked like the leader of the alien race. The woman was holding something between her hands...a crystal?
Trunks continued, looking back at Pan. "I guess she said she was coming back. But it's been more than a thousand years. People just stopped believing and eventually forgot about her." He said closing the book.
"But if she's coming back could my visions be the future?" She asked staring blankly into space. "People don't wear those clothes anymore. And it wouldn't make sense if you had visions of a future that wasn't going to happen in your lifetime." Pan looked down defeated.
He put the book back where it belonged and turned to look at Pan. "Did that help?"
"Yeah, sort of." She smiled warmly at him. But she was lying. *I still have many questions. But I don't think anybody in this planet can answer them.* She didn't really pay attention to what she was thinking.
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Geez! If I write like this when I'm depressed, then I should get depressed more often......I guess you can tell that I'm very satisfied with this chapter. I confess, I had a lot of fun visualizing the animalistic foreplay going on when Pan and Trunks were sparring. ^_^
Well, it's back to moping around. -_- *sigh* We didn't even get to say good bye. How sad! Well, enough about Jorge!
Don't be shy and review some more! Your reviews mean a lot!
Hasta!
Chica de las estrellas