Last time:
Everyone nodded vigorously.
"Alright, now about our presents?"
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Sen lifted her head high as she entered Jun's office, her attentive lawyer on her heals. Both women were dressed similarly, with suit coats and knee-length skirts, though Sen's was black while Miss Tamura's was lavender. They took their seats on the left side of Jun's desk and waited for her—or any of the other nine occupants—to speak.
No one did.
"I see you all have separate lawyers," Sen finally said. She straightened her back and brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. "I'm not entirely sure what that means settlement-wise, but I'm sure we can work out something we all can live with."
"No, we can't," 18 hissed, unable to control her temper. "Your settlement will put us all out of work, and if this goes anymore public we'll be ruined. Either way you win."
"Really?" she laughed. "I hadn't thought of that. Silly me."
"Let's just get this over with," Jun cut in, folding her arms on her desk and looking Sen straight in the eyes. She didn't flinch.
"Perfect. I need to pick up my fatherless daughter at the Day Care in two hours."
"Pity won't work here."
"Are you going to offer me a bribe so I'll stay longer?"
"Are you going to blackmail us so you don't?" Jun fired back, full of venom. Sen's eyes narrowed. They had something there. "Look, there's no way in hell we're going to settle on your terms. You're asking for far too much and most of your charges are either false or are canceled out with one of our counter charges. I don't think it'll take more than a half an hour to go through everything. It's up to you how long it takes from there to decide the final outcome."
"Fine then." She motioned to Miss Tamura, who pulled a thick packet of papers from her briefcase. She flipped through them for a moment, then cleared her throat.
"First charge," Miss Tamura said, her Japanese very good for an American. "Bribing."
"We have a counter charge on that," Jun said immediately. She too motioned to a lawyer, Vegeta's lawyer; a high cheek-boned woman with shoulder length bottle blonde hair and fierce black eyes that seemed to match Vegeta's perfectly. No doubt he took particular care in choosing his legal representation.
"Blackmail," the blonde lawyer said, eyeing Miss Tamura the way a lioness eyes her prey. "The only reason my client and his associates gave money to your client was because she was blackmailing him with false claims."
"You can't prove that!" Sen snapped, ready to jump from her chair.
"It's right in the fucking paper," Jun countered. "Front page. Or did you magically not know it was there? 'Miyahara also claims that Ouji refused to acknowledge the fact that her daughter, Ryoko, could be his child as well.' That sounds like some good blackmail to me."
"That says nothing but the truth!"
"Exactly! And blackmailing us is the truth too. There's no way you can win your stupid case if you keep blurting out lies. Or is that your plan of action?"
Sen's face turned a noticeable shade of red and she immediately changed the subject.
"What's this little hospital you're running, anyway? Is this one of YOUR plans? Pity?"
"Watch it," 18 hissed, unsure of what to do with her hands. "Don't you dare start putting us in YOUR league."
"Then what the hell happened?"
"Kami," she groaned, shaking her head. "Me and Vegeta got into a fight, ok? That's how we got hurt. Goku got into a car accident a few weeks ago. As of now 17 hasn't sustained any injuries, but if you don't watch it you—"
"18!" Jun cut in, slamming her hands on her desk. "That's quite enough. From now on I don't want to hear a sound from any of you, is that clear? Let your lawyers do their jobs."
18 sulked down into her chair and crossed her arms as best as she could. She hated being told what to do, especially when she knew she had to do it.
The rest of the meeting was slow and tense. 18, and the rest of Green Dragon, had to bite their tongues for two hours.
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"Kami, can you believe it?" Chi-Chi suddenly said, almost startling everyone in the room. For the past hour or so they'd been hanging Christmas decorations in Bulma's living room, the last of their four houses. Usually, of course, they only decorated three, but with Maris as a new member of their group, they had one more. But it was all for fun anyway, the decorating parties usually turned into tinsel and streamer fights.
"Believe what?" Krillin asked, pulling a strand of tinsel from his mouth and eyeing it suspiciously. He hadn't even been using tinsel.
"We're going to be spending Christmas with more people than just ourselves. And we'll actually have someone to kiss when the ball drops."
"Maybe for you," Maris said, Bulma nodding along with her.
"What're you talking about? Mar', you have 17, or damn well close to it. And B, you've been making out with Vegeta at every turn."
"Yeah, but we don't have what you guys have."
"You don't need that. Sheesh."
"Yeah," Krillin said. "Last year us three just kissed each other."
"But having 'someone' is a lot different. You know that."
Chi-Chi and Krillin fell silent, knowing the other girls were right. They'd both felt it as the holidays approached. Finally! Someone at this time of the year!
But as they continued with the decorating, the tension didn't lift. If anything, it grew thicker, until Maris couldn't take it anymore and had to say something.
"Do you think he's just stringing me along?"
Everyone went rigid. Truthfully, they didn't know what could possibly be going on in 17's mind. Several times when she wasn't around they'd discussed the situation. She was gorgeous, smart, funny, fun to be around, good-natured, just an all around great person—and 17 acted like she was his sister!
"Well?"
"He likes you," Bulma finally said, biting her lip and not turning from the Christmas tree. "We know he does. There's no way he doesn't. I mean—"
"You mean you have no clue just like I have no clue and if he thinks he can just keep doing this he's got another thing coming! I've been on like twelve dates with the guy and the most he'll do is hold my hand and kiss me, a little, if at all. And I'm sick of it! Five different guys have asked me out this year, guys in your class that I thought I was invisible to. And I said no to all of them because I was waiting for 17 to make a move, and damn it! I'm sick of waiting!" She threw down the wreath she'd been fastening ribbon to and sulked to the floor. "Stupid jerk…"
"Mar', honey," Bulma sighed, coming to her side. "I know it's…er…frustrating, but you have to remember that he's probably really skeptical about starting a relationship with someone who he can't see all the time because of his job. I mean, you still have two years of high school left to go and he's already fully employed and traveling. He probably just wants to make sure his feelings for you—and vice versa—are genuine enough to have a long distance relationship…Or maybe he's just scared. Maybe he's afraid he likes you TOO much, you know?"
"All I know right now is that this crap is pissing me off. I like being happy. I like being that person, and this situation keeps bringing me down. I don't feel like me."
"Look on the bright side." Maris's eyes narrowed. "At least you don't have to deal with Vegeta's bullshit. I want to be in a relationship with him and he says he wants that too, but he's 'no good' at relationships and will just screw up my life. So he won't even give it a try."
"What a jerk."
"Tell me about it. Headache every time. Never fails."
There was a long silence that hung in the air, then Maris stood and continued wrapping the wreath.
"Do any of you know what's going on with the lawsuit?" Krillin asked, suddenly realizing that he didn't.
"About as much as you know," Chi-Chi said. "I really hate that Sen bitch. I don't understand how someone could be as heartless as her."
"Yeah," Maris hissed. "She's going to ruin them. Stupid Vegeta."
"You know," Bulma sighed, stopping just before she hung another ornament on the tree. "I'm beginning to think that not being with Vegeta is a good thing. I mean, he's a jerk, he doesn't really care about anything or anyone, and all the controversy…I think I'm better off…Right?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, though a heavy cloud of confusion hung over them. They all thought—including Bulma—that they were perfect for each other.
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The sun just begun to set as the last of the guests arrived at Capsule Corp., bundled from the biting cold outside, and happy to be there. Mrs. Briefs greeted all guests as they came in—as always—and told them to "come in, hang your coats to the right, and have fun".
There were more guests than usual this year, on account of Bulma's new friends and their family members, who felt slightly uneasy being there on such happy terms, when the last time they were there everyone's voices competed to be heard.
Bulma smiled widely as she looked around the living room, a smiling face everywhere she turned. Except for on Vegeta, of course, who didn't like parties that he couldn't get drunk at. And, to add to his already sour mood, his mother was there, causing his deeply etched frown to dig even deeper. She tried to catch his attention and motion for him to follow her into the kitchen so she could talk to him for a minute in private—about the Maris and 17 situation and if he knew anything useful about it—but it seemed, no matter how long she stared at him, she never caught his eyes. He looked every which way, but somehow never seemed to even glance near her.
So, not being one to take being ignored lightly, she marched straight over to him in his secluded corner seat and plopped right in his lap. He hadn't seen her coming, and caught himself just in time before he yelped. For a minute, without saying a word, he tried to get her off his lap. She wouldn't budge.
"What?" he finally huffed.
"You've been ignoring me all night. I didn't think that just because we weren't seeing each other we couldn't be friends. What's your problem?"
"You're my problem," he grunted, turning his head away. She grabbed his face, squeezing his lips into a fish mouth, and forced him to make eye contact with her.
"I don't believe you. You're hiding something, and if you don't tell me—and tell me the truth—I'll just ask 18 and I know she'll tell me." She let go of him to let him speak.
"What makes you so sure?"
"She's a better person than you. Now tell me."
"Then ask her, and leave me the hell alone."
"You know, I don't buy this jackass routine for a second. I think there's a nice guy hiding in you somewhere, but you're just too afraid of getting hurt to let him out. But fine, have it your way. But if whatever she tells me ruins my night you're in for an ear-full, got it?"
She grabbed his face once more before he could protest and snagged a kiss. Then, before he knew it, she was across the room with her arm around 18. He sighed deeply. There was no way she wouldn't hate him after tonight.
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Sen yawned deeply as she walked into her hotel room's living room, having finally gotten Ryoko to fall asleep. She walked directly to the couch and flopped down, her eyes naturally going towards her Christmas tree. Suddenly she missed America more than ever and wished for nothing more than to be back at home, away from Japan and all the bad ties she'd made with it. Why did it have to be a Japanese man she found that night? Of the all nationalities in Vegas, and he was Japanese.
For too long she'd been trying to shed her Japanese heritage, wanting all connections severed. The only thing she'd maintained that was Japanese after moving to America was her lifelong boyfriend, but now he was gone too. How could he just up and leave her after all those years without even a note to explain himself? He'd moved halfway across the world to be with her for Kami's sake! There was no reasonable explanation for it. After six months she declared him insane and vowed never to think of him again.
She broke her vow a minute later and cried herself to sleep.
Now, as the second Christmas without him bore down on her, she felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes. Not only could she not stop thinking about him, but the thought of her former self kept looming in the back of her mind. She hated who she'd become in this past year; a greedy, conniving, shell of a human being. The trial was January 3rd, in just over a week, and suddenly she couldn't bear the thought of facing those people in court whose lives she was about to ruin. She wanted so badly to just turn back time, or at least turn back into her old self. She was a mother now, she needed to be a good person for Ryoko to look up to. What was she going to think when she grew up and learned about what her mother had done?
Sen shook her head and sighed. She didn't want to think of that. No, that was too far away. She could change by then. The Green Dragon Drama would be over by then. Everything would go back to normal…But everything wouldn't. HE still wasn't around, and never would be again. He was gone for good.
The phone rang in the distance, but she ignored it. They'd hang up eventually. She didn't want to talk to anyone right now.
She slumped over on the couch and stared at the ceiling, forcing her mind to become blank, but the ringing in the background was too much of a distraction. She sighed heavily and went to answer it, wondering absently who would be calling her hotel line.
"Hello?"
"Miss Miyahara?"
"Yes?"
"This is the manager. There's a woman on the line looking for you. I didn't want to give her your number because you specifically asked me not to. This woman is very adamant about speaking with you."
"What's her name?"
"A Miss Jun Tsuruga. She says you're acquaintances."
Sen rolled her eyes. Acquaintances my ass.
"Should I patch her through?"
"Sure, why not."
"Hello?"
"What do you want Jun? I thought I wasn't going to have to hear from you 'til January."
"Shut up and let me talk. I shouldn't be doing this for you, but I'm not evil like you are. I got a call this afternoon from this guy that said he knew you and wanted to get in touch. I didn't feel comfortable giving out other people's information so I took his down and told him I'd call you…He said he didn't know if you'd talk to him and that you haven't spoken in awhile. He only knew you were in Japan because of the news. I guess Green Dragon is bigger over there than I thought."
"Over where?" Sen hissed in annoyance. She didn't have a clue what she was babbling on about.
"The U.S. That's where he was calling from."
Sen's heart rate jumped thirty beats. No. Impossible.
"What did you say his name was?"
"I didn't…His name is Akio Sugai."
Jun heard a gasp, then a thud and the line went dead. And, even though she hated the woman, she called the hotel just in case she was hurt and left Akio's information with the front desk. With that out of the way, she fixed up her desk and headed home.
"There's my good deed for the day."
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---Chapter 26! :D I know this chapter was short, but I wanted it out. I didn't want to add too much more, so it is the way it is :P LOL! If that means anything at all…I got a lot out in it, so I hope you enjoyed it! :P
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Everyone nodded vigorously.
"Alright, now about our presents?"
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Sen lifted her head high as she entered Jun's office, her attentive lawyer on her heals. Both women were dressed similarly, with suit coats and knee-length skirts, though Sen's was black while Miss Tamura's was lavender. They took their seats on the left side of Jun's desk and waited for her—or any of the other nine occupants—to speak.
No one did.
"I see you all have separate lawyers," Sen finally said. She straightened her back and brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. "I'm not entirely sure what that means settlement-wise, but I'm sure we can work out something we all can live with."
"No, we can't," 18 hissed, unable to control her temper. "Your settlement will put us all out of work, and if this goes anymore public we'll be ruined. Either way you win."
"Really?" she laughed. "I hadn't thought of that. Silly me."
"Let's just get this over with," Jun cut in, folding her arms on her desk and looking Sen straight in the eyes. She didn't flinch.
"Perfect. I need to pick up my fatherless daughter at the Day Care in two hours."
"Pity won't work here."
"Are you going to offer me a bribe so I'll stay longer?"
"Are you going to blackmail us so you don't?" Jun fired back, full of venom. Sen's eyes narrowed. They had something there. "Look, there's no way in hell we're going to settle on your terms. You're asking for far too much and most of your charges are either false or are canceled out with one of our counter charges. I don't think it'll take more than a half an hour to go through everything. It's up to you how long it takes from there to decide the final outcome."
"Fine then." She motioned to Miss Tamura, who pulled a thick packet of papers from her briefcase. She flipped through them for a moment, then cleared her throat.
"First charge," Miss Tamura said, her Japanese very good for an American. "Bribing."
"We have a counter charge on that," Jun said immediately. She too motioned to a lawyer, Vegeta's lawyer; a high cheek-boned woman with shoulder length bottle blonde hair and fierce black eyes that seemed to match Vegeta's perfectly. No doubt he took particular care in choosing his legal representation.
"Blackmail," the blonde lawyer said, eyeing Miss Tamura the way a lioness eyes her prey. "The only reason my client and his associates gave money to your client was because she was blackmailing him with false claims."
"You can't prove that!" Sen snapped, ready to jump from her chair.
"It's right in the fucking paper," Jun countered. "Front page. Or did you magically not know it was there? 'Miyahara also claims that Ouji refused to acknowledge the fact that her daughter, Ryoko, could be his child as well.' That sounds like some good blackmail to me."
"That says nothing but the truth!"
"Exactly! And blackmailing us is the truth too. There's no way you can win your stupid case if you keep blurting out lies. Or is that your plan of action?"
Sen's face turned a noticeable shade of red and she immediately changed the subject.
"What's this little hospital you're running, anyway? Is this one of YOUR plans? Pity?"
"Watch it," 18 hissed, unsure of what to do with her hands. "Don't you dare start putting us in YOUR league."
"Then what the hell happened?"
"Kami," she groaned, shaking her head. "Me and Vegeta got into a fight, ok? That's how we got hurt. Goku got into a car accident a few weeks ago. As of now 17 hasn't sustained any injuries, but if you don't watch it you—"
"18!" Jun cut in, slamming her hands on her desk. "That's quite enough. From now on I don't want to hear a sound from any of you, is that clear? Let your lawyers do their jobs."
18 sulked down into her chair and crossed her arms as best as she could. She hated being told what to do, especially when she knew she had to do it.
The rest of the meeting was slow and tense. 18, and the rest of Green Dragon, had to bite their tongues for two hours.
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"Kami, can you believe it?" Chi-Chi suddenly said, almost startling everyone in the room. For the past hour or so they'd been hanging Christmas decorations in Bulma's living room, the last of their four houses. Usually, of course, they only decorated three, but with Maris as a new member of their group, they had one more. But it was all for fun anyway, the decorating parties usually turned into tinsel and streamer fights.
"Believe what?" Krillin asked, pulling a strand of tinsel from his mouth and eyeing it suspiciously. He hadn't even been using tinsel.
"We're going to be spending Christmas with more people than just ourselves. And we'll actually have someone to kiss when the ball drops."
"Maybe for you," Maris said, Bulma nodding along with her.
"What're you talking about? Mar', you have 17, or damn well close to it. And B, you've been making out with Vegeta at every turn."
"Yeah, but we don't have what you guys have."
"You don't need that. Sheesh."
"Yeah," Krillin said. "Last year us three just kissed each other."
"But having 'someone' is a lot different. You know that."
Chi-Chi and Krillin fell silent, knowing the other girls were right. They'd both felt it as the holidays approached. Finally! Someone at this time of the year!
But as they continued with the decorating, the tension didn't lift. If anything, it grew thicker, until Maris couldn't take it anymore and had to say something.
"Do you think he's just stringing me along?"
Everyone went rigid. Truthfully, they didn't know what could possibly be going on in 17's mind. Several times when she wasn't around they'd discussed the situation. She was gorgeous, smart, funny, fun to be around, good-natured, just an all around great person—and 17 acted like she was his sister!
"Well?"
"He likes you," Bulma finally said, biting her lip and not turning from the Christmas tree. "We know he does. There's no way he doesn't. I mean—"
"You mean you have no clue just like I have no clue and if he thinks he can just keep doing this he's got another thing coming! I've been on like twelve dates with the guy and the most he'll do is hold my hand and kiss me, a little, if at all. And I'm sick of it! Five different guys have asked me out this year, guys in your class that I thought I was invisible to. And I said no to all of them because I was waiting for 17 to make a move, and damn it! I'm sick of waiting!" She threw down the wreath she'd been fastening ribbon to and sulked to the floor. "Stupid jerk…"
"Mar', honey," Bulma sighed, coming to her side. "I know it's…er…frustrating, but you have to remember that he's probably really skeptical about starting a relationship with someone who he can't see all the time because of his job. I mean, you still have two years of high school left to go and he's already fully employed and traveling. He probably just wants to make sure his feelings for you—and vice versa—are genuine enough to have a long distance relationship…Or maybe he's just scared. Maybe he's afraid he likes you TOO much, you know?"
"All I know right now is that this crap is pissing me off. I like being happy. I like being that person, and this situation keeps bringing me down. I don't feel like me."
"Look on the bright side." Maris's eyes narrowed. "At least you don't have to deal with Vegeta's bullshit. I want to be in a relationship with him and he says he wants that too, but he's 'no good' at relationships and will just screw up my life. So he won't even give it a try."
"What a jerk."
"Tell me about it. Headache every time. Never fails."
There was a long silence that hung in the air, then Maris stood and continued wrapping the wreath.
"Do any of you know what's going on with the lawsuit?" Krillin asked, suddenly realizing that he didn't.
"About as much as you know," Chi-Chi said. "I really hate that Sen bitch. I don't understand how someone could be as heartless as her."
"Yeah," Maris hissed. "She's going to ruin them. Stupid Vegeta."
"You know," Bulma sighed, stopping just before she hung another ornament on the tree. "I'm beginning to think that not being with Vegeta is a good thing. I mean, he's a jerk, he doesn't really care about anything or anyone, and all the controversy…I think I'm better off…Right?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, though a heavy cloud of confusion hung over them. They all thought—including Bulma—that they were perfect for each other.
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The sun just begun to set as the last of the guests arrived at Capsule Corp., bundled from the biting cold outside, and happy to be there. Mrs. Briefs greeted all guests as they came in—as always—and told them to "come in, hang your coats to the right, and have fun".
There were more guests than usual this year, on account of Bulma's new friends and their family members, who felt slightly uneasy being there on such happy terms, when the last time they were there everyone's voices competed to be heard.
Bulma smiled widely as she looked around the living room, a smiling face everywhere she turned. Except for on Vegeta, of course, who didn't like parties that he couldn't get drunk at. And, to add to his already sour mood, his mother was there, causing his deeply etched frown to dig even deeper. She tried to catch his attention and motion for him to follow her into the kitchen so she could talk to him for a minute in private—about the Maris and 17 situation and if he knew anything useful about it—but it seemed, no matter how long she stared at him, she never caught his eyes. He looked every which way, but somehow never seemed to even glance near her.
So, not being one to take being ignored lightly, she marched straight over to him in his secluded corner seat and plopped right in his lap. He hadn't seen her coming, and caught himself just in time before he yelped. For a minute, without saying a word, he tried to get her off his lap. She wouldn't budge.
"What?" he finally huffed.
"You've been ignoring me all night. I didn't think that just because we weren't seeing each other we couldn't be friends. What's your problem?"
"You're my problem," he grunted, turning his head away. She grabbed his face, squeezing his lips into a fish mouth, and forced him to make eye contact with her.
"I don't believe you. You're hiding something, and if you don't tell me—and tell me the truth—I'll just ask 18 and I know she'll tell me." She let go of him to let him speak.
"What makes you so sure?"
"She's a better person than you. Now tell me."
"Then ask her, and leave me the hell alone."
"You know, I don't buy this jackass routine for a second. I think there's a nice guy hiding in you somewhere, but you're just too afraid of getting hurt to let him out. But fine, have it your way. But if whatever she tells me ruins my night you're in for an ear-full, got it?"
She grabbed his face once more before he could protest and snagged a kiss. Then, before he knew it, she was across the room with her arm around 18. He sighed deeply. There was no way she wouldn't hate him after tonight.
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Sen yawned deeply as she walked into her hotel room's living room, having finally gotten Ryoko to fall asleep. She walked directly to the couch and flopped down, her eyes naturally going towards her Christmas tree. Suddenly she missed America more than ever and wished for nothing more than to be back at home, away from Japan and all the bad ties she'd made with it. Why did it have to be a Japanese man she found that night? Of the all nationalities in Vegas, and he was Japanese.
For too long she'd been trying to shed her Japanese heritage, wanting all connections severed. The only thing she'd maintained that was Japanese after moving to America was her lifelong boyfriend, but now he was gone too. How could he just up and leave her after all those years without even a note to explain himself? He'd moved halfway across the world to be with her for Kami's sake! There was no reasonable explanation for it. After six months she declared him insane and vowed never to think of him again.
She broke her vow a minute later and cried herself to sleep.
Now, as the second Christmas without him bore down on her, she felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes. Not only could she not stop thinking about him, but the thought of her former self kept looming in the back of her mind. She hated who she'd become in this past year; a greedy, conniving, shell of a human being. The trial was January 3rd, in just over a week, and suddenly she couldn't bear the thought of facing those people in court whose lives she was about to ruin. She wanted so badly to just turn back time, or at least turn back into her old self. She was a mother now, she needed to be a good person for Ryoko to look up to. What was she going to think when she grew up and learned about what her mother had done?
Sen shook her head and sighed. She didn't want to think of that. No, that was too far away. She could change by then. The Green Dragon Drama would be over by then. Everything would go back to normal…But everything wouldn't. HE still wasn't around, and never would be again. He was gone for good.
The phone rang in the distance, but she ignored it. They'd hang up eventually. She didn't want to talk to anyone right now.
She slumped over on the couch and stared at the ceiling, forcing her mind to become blank, but the ringing in the background was too much of a distraction. She sighed heavily and went to answer it, wondering absently who would be calling her hotel line.
"Hello?"
"Miss Miyahara?"
"Yes?"
"This is the manager. There's a woman on the line looking for you. I didn't want to give her your number because you specifically asked me not to. This woman is very adamant about speaking with you."
"What's her name?"
"A Miss Jun Tsuruga. She says you're acquaintances."
Sen rolled her eyes. Acquaintances my ass.
"Should I patch her through?"
"Sure, why not."
"Hello?"
"What do you want Jun? I thought I wasn't going to have to hear from you 'til January."
"Shut up and let me talk. I shouldn't be doing this for you, but I'm not evil like you are. I got a call this afternoon from this guy that said he knew you and wanted to get in touch. I didn't feel comfortable giving out other people's information so I took his down and told him I'd call you…He said he didn't know if you'd talk to him and that you haven't spoken in awhile. He only knew you were in Japan because of the news. I guess Green Dragon is bigger over there than I thought."
"Over where?" Sen hissed in annoyance. She didn't have a clue what she was babbling on about.
"The U.S. That's where he was calling from."
Sen's heart rate jumped thirty beats. No. Impossible.
"What did you say his name was?"
"I didn't…His name is Akio Sugai."
Jun heard a gasp, then a thud and the line went dead. And, even though she hated the woman, she called the hotel just in case she was hurt and left Akio's information with the front desk. With that out of the way, she fixed up her desk and headed home.
"There's my good deed for the day."
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---Chapter 26! :D I know this chapter was short, but I wanted it out. I didn't want to add too much more, so it is the way it is :P LOL! If that means anything at all…I got a lot out in it, so I hope you enjoyed it! :P
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Reviews=More Chapters)…and pudding!
Next time: Armageddon!…Or some more good clean DBZ fun :P
Note: Pudding not available to be shipped.
Note 2: Next chapter will be much longer. I promise :)
Note 3: Editing later (Jeopardy is on!:D)