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DBZ!!!!!!!!
Hello folks, welcome to chpt 24! Have a seat and enjoy it.if you needa peepee or go dookie I suggest you go now! Because after you begin with the fic you CANT stop to take any brakes!! Muahaha ::cough:: ahem!...
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"no! thank you ..onna" Vegeta whispered and exited the room with the capsule in hand. He had to admit he was beginning to become excited about this Gravity room.
Early the next morning Bulma awoke. She turned to her alarm clock which was the cause of her waking and frowned.
"I hate you." she hissed and pulled the sheets over her face.
Suddenly then a knock was heard at her door.
"Who is it?" Bulma called without bothering to pull the sheet off her face.
"It's your housekeeper" a low voice responded.
This certainly got Bulmas attention because she lifted the sheet off and stared hard at the door.
"...rae?" Bulma whispered.
Another knock emerged from the door.
"Oh I'm dreadfully sorry, come in" Bulma pronounced.
There was a moment of silence then the doorknob turned and in walked the tall blond headed young girl she had meet in front of the castles gates.
"Good morning ma'am" The blond girl known as 18 spoke with no emotion.
"Good morning.." Bulma replied with a raised brow.
18 didn't say another word after that she simply placed Bulmas tray of food on her table and grabbed Bulmas dirty laundry and began to leave.
"Bulma.." Bulma called out to 18 lifting from her bed with a wince.
18 stopped in her steps and turned to face Bulma with a blank expression, but Bulma could have swore she saw a raised eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" 18 said.
"My name is Bulma" Bulma answered holding her ribs.
18 said nothing and just stood staring at Bulma.
"Right." she finally said and turned her back to Bulma.
Bulma said nothing and just laid back down hey she tried. Then suddenly 18 came to a hault with her back to Bulma.
"Oh, the Prince desires your present immediately after you finish your breakfast. A nurse will come to change your bandages and help you with other things.good day ma'am." 18 stated in a monotone voice and exited the room.
Bulma nodded her head as 18 left and turned to her breakfast.
"Today is just going to be one of those days!" Bulma exclaimed and lifted her sheets off her body.
After painfully lifting from the bed she strolled over to her desk where the tray lay and sat on the chair. She lifted the top of the tray next and took a nose full of the delightful aroma with a smirk.
"It seems Prince Vegeta enjoyed my cooking more than he wanted to admit." Bulma stated to herself with a wide smile and giggle.
Then she took a spoon full of seaweed omelet and placed it in her mouth. After breakfast she cleaned her mouth with the napkin provided and began her long and painful walk to her bed. But before she could reach her bed her bedroom door was flung open frightening Bulma causing her to jump and fall to the floor with a painful cry.
"Oh dear I'm so sorry dear!!!..oh my goodness!" a loud feminine voice cried.
From the position Bulma was on the floor she could only see a pair of blue shoes. Then suddenly a pair of thin hands where in her face.
"Here let me help you up darling!" the unfamiliar vocals voiced.
Bulma groaned and took the pair of hands in hers. Then slowly she was lifted off the floor and placed on her bed. The whole time Bulma eyes were shut. The pain of her damaged ribs were just to excruciating. When her eyes were finally opened they meet with a pair of similar blue eyes, yet this womans eyes were darker than her own. Bulma deemed them to be navy blue. And this womans eyes matched the color of her curly puffed blue hair. And in her hair she wore a white hair bow with a band.
"Oh dear, are you ok?" The woman asked.
Bulma just mumbled.
"Oh my! I am so very sorry!" The woman again apologized.
"Who..ar-are you?" Bulma stuttered.
At first the woman whom seemed no older than 20 yrs old stood blankly as if Bulmas simple question was a stupid one. But the look faded and was replaced by a friendly smile.
"I am the nurse, nurse Launch!" The nurse stated with a wide smile.
Then the smile faded and another blank and confused look appeared in the youthful face of the3 nurse.
"Didn't you know I was coming?" Nurse Launch asked with a sad expression.
Bulma the whole time was just staring at the woman. There was something about her that made Bulma feel warm inside, but what was it about her?. Was it her smile, maybe! Was it her curly hair? Maybe!. Maybe it was everything about this nurse. Or maybe it was for the simple fact that this woman reminded Bulma so much of her own mother. Yes! That's it. Her smile, curly hair, perkiness it was looking at her mother. Suddenly then bulmas heart ached and a tear fell to her sheet, then another and another. Before she knew it she was crying like a little girl whose dog just died. Launch was taken back by her sudden burst of tears that she took a step back. Bulmas teary eyes never staggered or diverted from those of Launches. Launch felt her heart break from the sadness in Bulmas eyes. And without even a second thought Launch leaned over and hugged Bulma carefully so that she wouldn't hurt her wounds.
"Poor, Poor baby! It's ok..it's ok to cry" Launch cooed stroking Bulmas hair.
The comfort Bulma was receiving seemed to calm her down because she stopped crying. After Launch noticed Bulma was no longer crying she released her hold on Bulma but still held a single hand on her shoulder.
"Are you ok dear?" Launch asked
".yeah.." Bulma whispered with a sniffle.
Launch smiled at Bulma and lifted her hand off Bulmas shoulder.
"Ok now let's get that nasty bruise of yours fixed up and you bathed, the Prince is expecting you soon! And we don't want to keep that young man waiting." Launch said with a wink.
Bulma nodded her head. Within one hour Bulmas bandages were cleaned, changed, and she had taken a bath. After emerging from the bathroom she felt refreshed, new and reenergized. With her towel she dried her hair and placed it in a ponytail. Launch smiled and passed Bulma her clothing so that she could change her clothing. Bulma happily took the clothing and went back into the bathroom. She first took off the plastic bag she had wrapped around her ribs so that her bandages wouldn't get wet then she began to get dressed. Moments later she came out of the bathroom in a short white skirt with a green top and a white jacket over. She wore green socks to match her shirt and white shoes to match her jacket and skirt. Her hair was loose and parted in the middle.
"What do you think?" Bulma voiced posing with one hand on her side and the other in her hair.
"OH MY!!!! YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL DEAR!!!!!" Launch beamed with a wide smile.
"You..hehe really think..so?" Bulma asked with a blush.
"Oh yes, certainly" Launch praised with her hands together.
Bulma smiled and walked over to her long mirror. She stared into the mirror admiring herself. She placed both hands on her sides and stroked her hands down her body till she stopped at where her bandages are. And slowly she placed her hands at her sides. Launch noticed the whole ordeal and walked beside her.
"It's ok Bulma, shes gone you won't have to worry about her anymore" Launch assured Bulma. "Ok now Bulma let's start moving the Prince is waiting!"
Bulma nodded her head in agreement and the two of them left the room. Both Bulma and Launch walked the halls of the palace which led to Vegetas room. When they arrived at the room it was Bulma whom knocked. A moment passed and there was answer. Bulma looked at launch who shrugged. Bulma again knocked but this time there was an answer.
"Who is it? I'm busy go away!" the voice boomed.
Bulma smirked.
He's always busy . Bulma thought silently to herself.
"Vegeta! It's me Bulma I was told you wanted to speak to me" Bulma screeched at the door.
In a flash the door was open and a sweaty Vegeta was standing at the door with a scowl.
"It's about time Onna!" Vegeta snorted and walked away from the door signaling for them to enter.
Bulma walked in first followed closely by Launch.
"You can leave now!" Vegeta exclaimed throwing a towel over his shoulders and with the edge wiping away the sweat on his forehead.
Bulma frowned and stepped forward with her hands on her hips.
"EXCUSE ME! Me leave! I just got here! And you haven't explained why you called for me in the first place! I'm sorry mister but I'm not going anywhere!" Bulma screeched her eyes staring daggers at Vegetas back.
"Not you Onna!" Vegeta stated calmly throwing his towel to the bed.
"And another thing---wait what did you say?" Bulma asked blinking.
Vegeta then turned around as to face Launch and Bulma, but his gaze pasted Bulma and upon Launch. Bulma raised a brow and turned around to see what he was looking at. When she turned Launch was standing calmly with her hands together in front of her.
"Oh..her?.but Vege-" Bulma exclaimed but was interrupted by Vegeta.
"Now!" Vegeta boomed.
Bulma looked at Launch with sorrowful eyes and lipped *I'm sorry*.
"It's ok Bulma! I'm ok.hey I'll see you later ok! Your majesty good day" Launch voiced and bowed then left the room.
Bulma watched her retreating form with a sigh. Vegeta simply *hmphed*. As soon as Launches form was completely out of sight Bulma turned to Vegeta with a menacing look.
"You JERK! You didn't have to blow her off like that! I'll have you know that if it weren't for her I would still be in bed!" Bulma screeched.
Vegeta was unmoved by her speak and continued to stare at Bulma with an emotionless expression.
"Well aren't you going to say anything on behalf of your rudness towards her? Maybe an apology? Hmmm?" Bulma sneered her nose wrinkled up in anger.
"No" Vegeta answered bluntly.
Bulma could feel her blood pressure rise, but she decided to play it cool and count silently to her self. It just wasn't worth getting all hyped over this, Vegeta would always be Vegeta. This worried her honestly, if she couldn't get him to at least say sorry what made her think she would ever make him love?!? The sudden remembrance of this made her involuntarily sigh. Vegeta stared at Bulma quietly awaiting her next remark he was really beginning to enjoy these verbal spars. When there was none he raised a brow.
"Well?" Vegeta asked.
"Well what VEgeta?" Bulma responded looking not at Vegeta but past him.
"No more come backs, now I'm a bit disappointed seems you've lost your edge eh Onna?" Vegeta teased with his one of a kind smirk.
"No Vegeta.I've just lost all hope." Bulma whispered and turned to leave the room.
"Where do you think your going?" Vegeta asked grabbing onto Bulmas arm so that she couldn't go.
"Vegeta let GO!" Bulma hollered struggling to get out of his hold.
Then Bulma did something that took Vegeta from surprise. She began to cry. Warm clear tears ran down her cheek and Vegeta so wanted to wipe them away. Tears not of sadness nor of happiness, but of something else. Then Vegeta realized that he had a grip on her arm. It then came to him and he released her. Her tears where those of fear, she must of compared the grip he held on her to the one that pretty boy Zarbon held on her that day. Just the thought of his green hands on her made his teeth grind in fury. But then he had to ask himself why he cared so much, why DID the thought of some one hurting this girl bother him, but wait no she wasn't a girl but a woman. A beautiful delicate woman she was. Why was he thinking in this manner, he had never cared for anyone but himself until he had met this small creature. He woke every morning with a smirk knowing that in the kitchen, or in the lab or even in the halls he would find this woman. This woman whom challenged his powers and authority. This woman whom dare speak bad about his title and his name. This woman no matter how much she got to him he never even imagined striking down. And here he was and here she was afraid, afraid and it was because of him. Vegeta looked at Bulma. She wasn't crying anymore rather she was looking intensely at him as if trying to read his thoughts. Then he heard her enchanting voice.
"Vegeta you jerk! That hurt! What's wrong with you?" Bulma said looking at Vegeta with concern and irritation.
"Onna..don't go you must past judgment! And that is why I have called for you!" Vegeta voiced calmly.
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* * * * * What does Vegeta want Bulma to past judgment on? Will Bulma agree? All these questions and more will be answered in chpt 25! But for the time being review, review, and review!!!! And let me know what you think?...you know what!! I WANT VEGETA!! AND I WANT HIM BAD!! I just the overwhelming feeling!!! UGH!!! I WANNNNNNNNNNNT HIMMMMM!!!!!!!!..jesus!!!! if I had one wish only one! I would wish for vegeta! Fuck world peace! Fuck being famous! Fuck all the candy and clothing in the world!!!!! I want VEGETA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
REVIEWER OF THE WEEK!!!!
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Hello folks, welcome to chpt 24! Have a seat and enjoy it.if you needa peepee or go dookie I suggest you go now! Because after you begin with the fic you CANT stop to take any brakes!! Muahaha ::cough:: ahem!...
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"no! thank you ..onna" Vegeta whispered and exited the room with the capsule in hand. He had to admit he was beginning to become excited about this Gravity room.
Early the next morning Bulma awoke. She turned to her alarm clock which was the cause of her waking and frowned.
"I hate you." she hissed and pulled the sheets over her face.
Suddenly then a knock was heard at her door.
"Who is it?" Bulma called without bothering to pull the sheet off her face.
"It's your housekeeper" a low voice responded.
This certainly got Bulmas attention because she lifted the sheet off and stared hard at the door.
"...rae?" Bulma whispered.
Another knock emerged from the door.
"Oh I'm dreadfully sorry, come in" Bulma pronounced.
There was a moment of silence then the doorknob turned and in walked the tall blond headed young girl she had meet in front of the castles gates.
"Good morning ma'am" The blond girl known as 18 spoke with no emotion.
"Good morning.." Bulma replied with a raised brow.
18 didn't say another word after that she simply placed Bulmas tray of food on her table and grabbed Bulmas dirty laundry and began to leave.
"Bulma.." Bulma called out to 18 lifting from her bed with a wince.
18 stopped in her steps and turned to face Bulma with a blank expression, but Bulma could have swore she saw a raised eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" 18 said.
"My name is Bulma" Bulma answered holding her ribs.
18 said nothing and just stood staring at Bulma.
"Right." she finally said and turned her back to Bulma.
Bulma said nothing and just laid back down hey she tried. Then suddenly 18 came to a hault with her back to Bulma.
"Oh, the Prince desires your present immediately after you finish your breakfast. A nurse will come to change your bandages and help you with other things.good day ma'am." 18 stated in a monotone voice and exited the room.
Bulma nodded her head as 18 left and turned to her breakfast.
"Today is just going to be one of those days!" Bulma exclaimed and lifted her sheets off her body.
After painfully lifting from the bed she strolled over to her desk where the tray lay and sat on the chair. She lifted the top of the tray next and took a nose full of the delightful aroma with a smirk.
"It seems Prince Vegeta enjoyed my cooking more than he wanted to admit." Bulma stated to herself with a wide smile and giggle.
Then she took a spoon full of seaweed omelet and placed it in her mouth. After breakfast she cleaned her mouth with the napkin provided and began her long and painful walk to her bed. But before she could reach her bed her bedroom door was flung open frightening Bulma causing her to jump and fall to the floor with a painful cry.
"Oh dear I'm so sorry dear!!!..oh my goodness!" a loud feminine voice cried.
From the position Bulma was on the floor she could only see a pair of blue shoes. Then suddenly a pair of thin hands where in her face.
"Here let me help you up darling!" the unfamiliar vocals voiced.
Bulma groaned and took the pair of hands in hers. Then slowly she was lifted off the floor and placed on her bed. The whole time Bulma eyes were shut. The pain of her damaged ribs were just to excruciating. When her eyes were finally opened they meet with a pair of similar blue eyes, yet this womans eyes were darker than her own. Bulma deemed them to be navy blue. And this womans eyes matched the color of her curly puffed blue hair. And in her hair she wore a white hair bow with a band.
"Oh dear, are you ok?" The woman asked.
Bulma just mumbled.
"Oh my! I am so very sorry!" The woman again apologized.
"Who..ar-are you?" Bulma stuttered.
At first the woman whom seemed no older than 20 yrs old stood blankly as if Bulmas simple question was a stupid one. But the look faded and was replaced by a friendly smile.
"I am the nurse, nurse Launch!" The nurse stated with a wide smile.
Then the smile faded and another blank and confused look appeared in the youthful face of the3 nurse.
"Didn't you know I was coming?" Nurse Launch asked with a sad expression.
Bulma the whole time was just staring at the woman. There was something about her that made Bulma feel warm inside, but what was it about her?. Was it her smile, maybe! Was it her curly hair? Maybe!. Maybe it was everything about this nurse. Or maybe it was for the simple fact that this woman reminded Bulma so much of her own mother. Yes! That's it. Her smile, curly hair, perkiness it was looking at her mother. Suddenly then bulmas heart ached and a tear fell to her sheet, then another and another. Before she knew it she was crying like a little girl whose dog just died. Launch was taken back by her sudden burst of tears that she took a step back. Bulmas teary eyes never staggered or diverted from those of Launches. Launch felt her heart break from the sadness in Bulmas eyes. And without even a second thought Launch leaned over and hugged Bulma carefully so that she wouldn't hurt her wounds.
"Poor, Poor baby! It's ok..it's ok to cry" Launch cooed stroking Bulmas hair.
The comfort Bulma was receiving seemed to calm her down because she stopped crying. After Launch noticed Bulma was no longer crying she released her hold on Bulma but still held a single hand on her shoulder.
"Are you ok dear?" Launch asked
".yeah.." Bulma whispered with a sniffle.
Launch smiled at Bulma and lifted her hand off Bulmas shoulder.
"Ok now let's get that nasty bruise of yours fixed up and you bathed, the Prince is expecting you soon! And we don't want to keep that young man waiting." Launch said with a wink.
Bulma nodded her head. Within one hour Bulmas bandages were cleaned, changed, and she had taken a bath. After emerging from the bathroom she felt refreshed, new and reenergized. With her towel she dried her hair and placed it in a ponytail. Launch smiled and passed Bulma her clothing so that she could change her clothing. Bulma happily took the clothing and went back into the bathroom. She first took off the plastic bag she had wrapped around her ribs so that her bandages wouldn't get wet then she began to get dressed. Moments later she came out of the bathroom in a short white skirt with a green top and a white jacket over. She wore green socks to match her shirt and white shoes to match her jacket and skirt. Her hair was loose and parted in the middle.
"What do you think?" Bulma voiced posing with one hand on her side and the other in her hair.
"OH MY!!!! YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL DEAR!!!!!" Launch beamed with a wide smile.
"You..hehe really think..so?" Bulma asked with a blush.
"Oh yes, certainly" Launch praised with her hands together.
Bulma smiled and walked over to her long mirror. She stared into the mirror admiring herself. She placed both hands on her sides and stroked her hands down her body till she stopped at where her bandages are. And slowly she placed her hands at her sides. Launch noticed the whole ordeal and walked beside her.
"It's ok Bulma, shes gone you won't have to worry about her anymore" Launch assured Bulma. "Ok now Bulma let's start moving the Prince is waiting!"
Bulma nodded her head in agreement and the two of them left the room. Both Bulma and Launch walked the halls of the palace which led to Vegetas room. When they arrived at the room it was Bulma whom knocked. A moment passed and there was answer. Bulma looked at launch who shrugged. Bulma again knocked but this time there was an answer.
"Who is it? I'm busy go away!" the voice boomed.
Bulma smirked.
He's always busy . Bulma thought silently to herself.
"Vegeta! It's me Bulma I was told you wanted to speak to me" Bulma screeched at the door.
In a flash the door was open and a sweaty Vegeta was standing at the door with a scowl.
"It's about time Onna!" Vegeta snorted and walked away from the door signaling for them to enter.
Bulma walked in first followed closely by Launch.
"You can leave now!" Vegeta exclaimed throwing a towel over his shoulders and with the edge wiping away the sweat on his forehead.
Bulma frowned and stepped forward with her hands on her hips.
"EXCUSE ME! Me leave! I just got here! And you haven't explained why you called for me in the first place! I'm sorry mister but I'm not going anywhere!" Bulma screeched her eyes staring daggers at Vegetas back.
"Not you Onna!" Vegeta stated calmly throwing his towel to the bed.
"And another thing---wait what did you say?" Bulma asked blinking.
Vegeta then turned around as to face Launch and Bulma, but his gaze pasted Bulma and upon Launch. Bulma raised a brow and turned around to see what he was looking at. When she turned Launch was standing calmly with her hands together in front of her.
"Oh..her?.but Vege-" Bulma exclaimed but was interrupted by Vegeta.
"Now!" Vegeta boomed.
Bulma looked at Launch with sorrowful eyes and lipped *I'm sorry*.
"It's ok Bulma! I'm ok.hey I'll see you later ok! Your majesty good day" Launch voiced and bowed then left the room.
Bulma watched her retreating form with a sigh. Vegeta simply *hmphed*. As soon as Launches form was completely out of sight Bulma turned to Vegeta with a menacing look.
"You JERK! You didn't have to blow her off like that! I'll have you know that if it weren't for her I would still be in bed!" Bulma screeched.
Vegeta was unmoved by her speak and continued to stare at Bulma with an emotionless expression.
"Well aren't you going to say anything on behalf of your rudness towards her? Maybe an apology? Hmmm?" Bulma sneered her nose wrinkled up in anger.
"No" Vegeta answered bluntly.
Bulma could feel her blood pressure rise, but she decided to play it cool and count silently to her self. It just wasn't worth getting all hyped over this, Vegeta would always be Vegeta. This worried her honestly, if she couldn't get him to at least say sorry what made her think she would ever make him love?!? The sudden remembrance of this made her involuntarily sigh. Vegeta stared at Bulma quietly awaiting her next remark he was really beginning to enjoy these verbal spars. When there was none he raised a brow.
"Well?" Vegeta asked.
"Well what VEgeta?" Bulma responded looking not at Vegeta but past him.
"No more come backs, now I'm a bit disappointed seems you've lost your edge eh Onna?" Vegeta teased with his one of a kind smirk.
"No Vegeta.I've just lost all hope." Bulma whispered and turned to leave the room.
"Where do you think your going?" Vegeta asked grabbing onto Bulmas arm so that she couldn't go.
"Vegeta let GO!" Bulma hollered struggling to get out of his hold.
Then Bulma did something that took Vegeta from surprise. She began to cry. Warm clear tears ran down her cheek and Vegeta so wanted to wipe them away. Tears not of sadness nor of happiness, but of something else. Then Vegeta realized that he had a grip on her arm. It then came to him and he released her. Her tears where those of fear, she must of compared the grip he held on her to the one that pretty boy Zarbon held on her that day. Just the thought of his green hands on her made his teeth grind in fury. But then he had to ask himself why he cared so much, why DID the thought of some one hurting this girl bother him, but wait no she wasn't a girl but a woman. A beautiful delicate woman she was. Why was he thinking in this manner, he had never cared for anyone but himself until he had met this small creature. He woke every morning with a smirk knowing that in the kitchen, or in the lab or even in the halls he would find this woman. This woman whom challenged his powers and authority. This woman whom dare speak bad about his title and his name. This woman no matter how much she got to him he never even imagined striking down. And here he was and here she was afraid, afraid and it was because of him. Vegeta looked at Bulma. She wasn't crying anymore rather she was looking intensely at him as if trying to read his thoughts. Then he heard her enchanting voice.
"Vegeta you jerk! That hurt! What's wrong with you?" Bulma said looking at Vegeta with concern and irritation.
"Onna..don't go you must past judgment! And that is why I have called for you!" Vegeta voiced calmly.
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* * * * * What does Vegeta want Bulma to past judgment on? Will Bulma agree? All these questions and more will be answered in chpt 25! But for the time being review, review, and review!!!! And let me know what you think?...you know what!! I WANT VEGETA!! AND I WANT HIM BAD!! I just the overwhelming feeling!!! UGH!!! I WANNNNNNNNNNNT HIMMMMM!!!!!!!!..jesus!!!! if I had one wish only one! I would wish for vegeta! Fuck world peace! Fuck being famous! Fuck all the candy and clothing in the world!!!!! I want VEGETA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
REVIEWER OF THE WEEK!!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ {{{Trunks valentine!}}} ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ special thanks!!!
Catra/ Mushi-azn/ Ace of spades/ Miss killer/ Dark angelB/ Rosetatoo/ Sailor water Dragon/ Jody/ Angelbabe/ Shenza/ Shazmonkey/ Sapphireangel/ Princess geta/ Risinindeed/ Golden ruler/ Rhapsody/ Fire Bringer/ V-chan86/ Champion_38/ CMUgirl/ Saiyan gal/ Aqua fresh ali/ Uber Rei model/ Vegetazlover/ Virginia/