Nice rhyme from The A-Team:
Hickety pickety pock
A mouse sat on a clock
The clock ticked one
The mouse fell down
You smell worse than my socks!
:D
A-man: Trunks and Goten could turn ssj when they were 7 and 8 so in this story they should be able to do that too, even without Vegeta's influence on Trunks' training. But Trunks has been wearing a ki-collar since he was 10 so he hasn't EVER been able to do a full transformation since then. Besides, he was considered human and humans are weak so the ki-collar should be really low, bringing Trunks' ki to a minimum all the time. Therefore he could not train in full power or even close to it. So he doesn't know how far he is now and maybe he has become so weak that he can't transform at all anymore. Or maybe the beatings just got him stronger. So, just keep reading and both Trunks AND you might find out how far he can go. (Am I evil for not telling you which one it is?)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or The A-Team
Chapter Four: Punishment
"Didn't your mommy ever teach you that it's rude to hit a girl?" Trunks had watched the entire show and now stepped forward. However, he did not grab the boy's arm. It wasn't necessary, the boy turned to him and let his arm down.
"What are you gonna do about it, slave." The disgust on the last word could not possibly be missed.
"You wouldn't wanna find out." Trunks knew he was on dangerous ground now. He felt the boy was pretty strong, he matched the limit his collar gave him, and he didn't know how far the boy could go when he started to power up. But he had to try this. It was his duty.
Clyde now glared at Trunks. "Arthyl, get Bra for me, will ya? I gotta get rid of some trash."
"No way, man!" One of the four boys answered. "She's a princess! I ain't hittin' no Royalty, man."
"Why not?" Bra replied. "Afraid a girl will whip your ass?"
Trunks glared at her. What was she doing? She was only getting herself in trouble! "Princess." He said in a warning tone.
"Aww, the little bodyguard comes to the rescue. How cute. You should've stayed out of this, you pig." He aimed a punch directly at Trunks' face who quickly dodged it.
Trunks smirked. "I wouldn't try that again if I were you."
Clyde's glare increased as he aimed another punch at Trunks' head, which was dodged easily too. Only this time Trunks grabbed the boy's arm and held him in position. Clyde raised his other arm and punched with that one, but Trunks caught that fist too. He lowered his head to the boy's ear. "I told ya, I warned ya." And with a swift mood his knee connected with the younger boy's stomach, causing him to double over and fall to his knees.
The other four boys gasped at first. Then they started glaring at Trunks. "He's got Clyde, guys." Arthyl, the only one smirking, said. "How about we teach him a little lesson."
The four boys started attacking Trunks all together and he did his best to concentrate on dodging the attacks. What he couldn't dodge, he blocked with a lot of effort. They were all strong and his speed wouldn't be enough forever. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw Clyde getting up.
Clyde glanced at the fight for a moment and then he turned around to Bra. She got in a fighting stance, which was pretty lazy. Clyde attacked her head on and Bra tried to punch him off. But the boy was much better at fighting so he easily won from her. He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. Meanwhile, the other four boys were winning their fight with Trunks and his arms too were being pinned behind his back.
"Not so tough now, are we, huh?" Arthyl said to Trunks and he kneed him in his stomach. Trunks doubled over a little but the boy who was holding him kept him up. "Yo Clyde, what should we do with him?"
"Do whatever you like, I'm only interested in the girl."
Arthyl smirked. Trunks felt how the others softened their grip for a moment as they were distracted with thoughts of what to do. This was his chance. He powered up to the maximum what his collar would allow and he broke free. He sped towards the sun and turned around. He saw he was being followed by two of the boys. Quickly he put both his hands in front of his face and he spread his fingers.
"SOLAR FLAAAARE!"
The boys were now blinded by the huge light. Clyde let go of the princess as he used his hands to shield his eyes. Trunks quickly grabbed her and with the princess in his arms he sped away towards the castle, constantly checking if he was being followed. Once inside the castle walls he flew to the ground and put the girl down. She glared up at him.
"Why did you do that! I can handle my own business."
"Yeah, I can see that!" He sighed. He didn't care how much trouble he was going to be in. That girl was way too stubborn for her own good. "Look. I don't know who those guys were or what they want with you, but I know one thing and that's that they're strong. Much stronger than I am right now and certainly a lot stronger than you."
Her glare increased. "You have no idea how strong I am! You know nothing about me and you should stay the hell out of my business, slave!"
"Slave or no slave, it doesn't matter when it comes to martial arts. All that matters is how strong you are and how well you know it. And after what I've seen from you, you know nothing about martial arts!"
"Oh, and I suppose you do!"
Trunks sighed. Getting mad at her would get him nowhere. "Yes, I do."
"Then how come you couldn't beat them? You were in the same position I was in."
"In my case, your highness, it was four against one. Your fight was one on one and you couldn't win. You had no idea of what you were doing, did you?"
Bra balled her fists and narrowed her eyes. "How dare you speak to me like that! I will make sure you're being thought some respect there!" She narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Trunks' eyes grew wide. What he'd gotten himself into this time.
"NAPPA!!!" Bra's voice was heard throughout the castle. "NAPPA!!! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" She knew that as a princess she shouldn't talk like that in front of low class subjects, but right now she didn't care. A slave had touched her pride and, like her father, she hated it when that happened.
A few seconds later, a little fat armed man with very short black hair appeared. He was followed by two soldiers. They walked up to princess Bra and bowed for her. "Yes, your highness?"
"I asked for Nappa, where is he?"
The little man looked came up from his bowing position. The others followed his example. "Your highness, Nappa has gotten the afternoon off. I'm his replacement your highness."
"Hmm." Bra narrowed her eyes as she eyed him suspiciously with a look of disgust on her face. "And you are.?"
"Captain Burke, your highness, at your service."
"Hmm." Bra said. "Very well. Take this slave to the dungeons to punish him."
The short man glanced at Trunks throwing him a quick smirk. He looked at the soldiers behind him and nodded in Trunks' direction. "Grab him."
The two soldiers jumped up and grabbed Trunks, who stepped back as a reaction to their sudden movements. One soldier grabbed his arm and turned it on his back, almost breaking it. The other guard kicked Trunks in his kneeholes so that he fell down to his knees. Trunks gritted his teeth to suppress a painful growl. Both men smirked as they saw Trunks' face was in pain.
The short man turned back to Bra. "How much should we punish him, your highness?"
Bra thought for a moment. Hesitatingly she said: "easy." Referring to the level of his punishments. She knew there were four levels, easy, middle, hard and extreme, but she didn't know what it exactly meant other than that it meant how far they would go.
The two soldiers now both held one arm behind the boy's back and they forced Trunks back on his feet. Then they took him away.
The short guard walked up to the princess. "your highness," he whispered, "if I may say something. Normally, when a slave gets his first punishment, they give him a little bit extra just to make the point clear to him. Do you wish us to do that, your highness?"
Bra looked up at him as she thought it over. The guard had a point. It might indeed scare him off so he would listen better next time. Besides, her father told her not to go too easy on him.
"Very well. Give him some more to teach his lesson."
The guard bowed. "As you wish, your highness." He turned around to walk away but Bra spoke up.
"One more thing. Burke, right? When shall I have him back?"
"Tomorrow around this time, your highness."
"Very well, dismissed."
~~~~~~
Trunks was taken down to a smelly, dark, empty room. One guard brought him to the middle of the room and the other one closed the door and turned on the light. The middle where Trunks was being held by the guard lit up. The lamp barely gave enough light to enlighten the entire room. The corners on the ceiling were still pitch black. Under the lamp two thick, steal chains hung from the ceiling. The ends of both chains had a thick, steal handcuff.
The guard roughly jerked the boy's arm up and placed his wrist in the handcuff. Then he shut it very tight. The other guard walked up to him and did the same to the other hand. Then he took a device from his pocket and ran it over the boy's collar, setting it to minimum. Trunks felt how his power was being reduced to barely enough to stand on his legs.
"So, you're giving princess Bra trouble, eh?" The first guard smirked as he stood face to face with Trunks. "Well, don't worry. It'll be beaten out of you before you know it." The guard brought his knee up to Trunks' stomach. His body tried to collapse and the muscles in his arms tightened, but the chains prevented him from going to a better position to ease the pain. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain.
The guards laughed out loud as they walked out of the room "Hang in there for awhile, will ya?" they laughed as hard as they could as Trunks heard the door being closed and locked and the sound sailed away. Trunks opened his eyes and viewed his surroundings.
The walls were a cold colour somewhere between dark green and metal and they were very dirty. They had a green glow over them as if parts were still wet or something. The floor was dirty too, the place where he was standing right now was the worst. Red spots were visible everywhere beneath him -blood he assumed- and the floor was covered with sand and other dirt. Trunks looked up at the chains. The were beginning to rust but not nearly enough to break them. Not in his condition right now. The cuffs were very tight and Trunks tried to give his wrists some space but that didn't work. The cuffs moved along with all his movements. So after a few moments he gave up, too tired from the low amount of energy his body could use.
A little rat walked up to him. He sniffed the ground at Trunks' feet and started licking one of the red spots on the floor. To Trunks' disgust the red spot seemed to disappear. The blood was still liquid! That means the last victim had been here not too long ago. The rat walked up to Trunks and started sniffing his leg. Trunks softly kicked the rat away but he came back. This time he started licking Trunks' pants. Trunks didn't care.
He wondered how his punishment would be. Considering the condition and position he was in he was going to be beaten. But strangely enough he felt only little fear. Even though he had no idea what to expect since this was his first punishment here in the castle. It had to be bad, they're very strict here in the castle and they have enough money to buy some proper beaters. He just hoped it would be over soon.
At that moment he heard heavy footsteps coming closer and the door was about to be unlocked. The rat who had been licking his pants all the time quickly looked up and shot away at the sound, disappearing trough a little hole in one of the walls.
The door opened and a shadow came in slowly, closing the door and locking it again after it's entrance. Trunks looked at the figure. The shadow turned around and walked in the light. A tall man, about half a head bigger than Trunks, was now standing in front of Trunks. In one hand he had a whip with some kind of steal little ball on the end, and in the other hand he held a thin metal belt or something with little half bolls on it's surface.
Trunks looked at the instruments the man was holding and he felt how all of his muscles tensioned. He gritted his teeth as he tore his eyes away from the man's hands. The man only wore pants. His arms were very muscular and on his left shoulder he had a huge scar, coming down all the way to his arm- pit. Trunks let his eyes go over the huge muscles on the man's bare chest. He looked up at the face that belonged to the muscular body. The man had black hair as all saiyans have. It almost reached his butt and it was thick and spiky.
Trunks examined his face. He had a scar on the right of his forehead as well. A piece of the man's eyebrow was missing because of it and the scar ended at the eye. Those eyes! There was something very wrong and scary about them. As if they were trying to hypnotise you but keep you conscious at the same time! They looked so. powerful.
Trunks narrowed his eyes, refusing to let those eyes or anything else about that man and his instrument scare him. He refused to give in to the cruelties of those beings before and he would refuse it now. He would take everything he that would come his way and he would not show any emotion. He had learned to block out all his emotions from and he was prepared to do it right now.
The man broke the eye contact and started walking around the boy, eyeing him closely. Trunks could feel the man's breath in his neck as he walked around. He felt how the man stopped walking and something grabbed his shirt. Trunks' muscles tensioned and Trunks could almost feel the man's smirk in his back. Then the man ripped his shirt off his body, leaving he boy with a bare back, ready to receive what was to come. ~~~-.,.-'`'-~~~
I hope you liked it. I feel kinda bad for Trunks. He saves the princess from getting hurt and now he is being punished for that. Looks like Bra really has a princess' attitude. But then again, I warned you in the beginning for that. Don't flame me because of it. I'm making the life as a slave a bit harsher than I've read most writers doing (that's not a good sentence) and I'm not going to change that.
I think the last part of this story is really REALLY bad. But I just couldn't figure out what to do with Trunks' emotions in there. It's hard to imagine how something must be when it is so far away from you, so unknown. The way I made it sound is so weak. As if he is on holiday. In fact, I hate this entire chapter! Well, the beginning is okay, but after Trunks flees it's crap. Damn I wish I could change that. So, sorry it turned out like this. Well, anywayzzzzz, let me know what you think and I'll try to make the next chapter better than this.
Check my profile for my e-mail address if you want to know when the next chapter will be up. And if you have any suggestions about what to happen next or anywhere else in the future of this story, please tell me. Thanks for reading. Review!
Hickety pickety pock
A mouse sat on a clock
The clock ticked one
The mouse fell down
You smell worse than my socks!
:D
A-man: Trunks and Goten could turn ssj when they were 7 and 8 so in this story they should be able to do that too, even without Vegeta's influence on Trunks' training. But Trunks has been wearing a ki-collar since he was 10 so he hasn't EVER been able to do a full transformation since then. Besides, he was considered human and humans are weak so the ki-collar should be really low, bringing Trunks' ki to a minimum all the time. Therefore he could not train in full power or even close to it. So he doesn't know how far he is now and maybe he has become so weak that he can't transform at all anymore. Or maybe the beatings just got him stronger. So, just keep reading and both Trunks AND you might find out how far he can go. (Am I evil for not telling you which one it is?)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or The A-Team
Chapter Four: Punishment
"Didn't your mommy ever teach you that it's rude to hit a girl?" Trunks had watched the entire show and now stepped forward. However, he did not grab the boy's arm. It wasn't necessary, the boy turned to him and let his arm down.
"What are you gonna do about it, slave." The disgust on the last word could not possibly be missed.
"You wouldn't wanna find out." Trunks knew he was on dangerous ground now. He felt the boy was pretty strong, he matched the limit his collar gave him, and he didn't know how far the boy could go when he started to power up. But he had to try this. It was his duty.
Clyde now glared at Trunks. "Arthyl, get Bra for me, will ya? I gotta get rid of some trash."
"No way, man!" One of the four boys answered. "She's a princess! I ain't hittin' no Royalty, man."
"Why not?" Bra replied. "Afraid a girl will whip your ass?"
Trunks glared at her. What was she doing? She was only getting herself in trouble! "Princess." He said in a warning tone.
"Aww, the little bodyguard comes to the rescue. How cute. You should've stayed out of this, you pig." He aimed a punch directly at Trunks' face who quickly dodged it.
Trunks smirked. "I wouldn't try that again if I were you."
Clyde's glare increased as he aimed another punch at Trunks' head, which was dodged easily too. Only this time Trunks grabbed the boy's arm and held him in position. Clyde raised his other arm and punched with that one, but Trunks caught that fist too. He lowered his head to the boy's ear. "I told ya, I warned ya." And with a swift mood his knee connected with the younger boy's stomach, causing him to double over and fall to his knees.
The other four boys gasped at first. Then they started glaring at Trunks. "He's got Clyde, guys." Arthyl, the only one smirking, said. "How about we teach him a little lesson."
The four boys started attacking Trunks all together and he did his best to concentrate on dodging the attacks. What he couldn't dodge, he blocked with a lot of effort. They were all strong and his speed wouldn't be enough forever. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw Clyde getting up.
Clyde glanced at the fight for a moment and then he turned around to Bra. She got in a fighting stance, which was pretty lazy. Clyde attacked her head on and Bra tried to punch him off. But the boy was much better at fighting so he easily won from her. He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. Meanwhile, the other four boys were winning their fight with Trunks and his arms too were being pinned behind his back.
"Not so tough now, are we, huh?" Arthyl said to Trunks and he kneed him in his stomach. Trunks doubled over a little but the boy who was holding him kept him up. "Yo Clyde, what should we do with him?"
"Do whatever you like, I'm only interested in the girl."
Arthyl smirked. Trunks felt how the others softened their grip for a moment as they were distracted with thoughts of what to do. This was his chance. He powered up to the maximum what his collar would allow and he broke free. He sped towards the sun and turned around. He saw he was being followed by two of the boys. Quickly he put both his hands in front of his face and he spread his fingers.
"SOLAR FLAAAARE!"
The boys were now blinded by the huge light. Clyde let go of the princess as he used his hands to shield his eyes. Trunks quickly grabbed her and with the princess in his arms he sped away towards the castle, constantly checking if he was being followed. Once inside the castle walls he flew to the ground and put the girl down. She glared up at him.
"Why did you do that! I can handle my own business."
"Yeah, I can see that!" He sighed. He didn't care how much trouble he was going to be in. That girl was way too stubborn for her own good. "Look. I don't know who those guys were or what they want with you, but I know one thing and that's that they're strong. Much stronger than I am right now and certainly a lot stronger than you."
Her glare increased. "You have no idea how strong I am! You know nothing about me and you should stay the hell out of my business, slave!"
"Slave or no slave, it doesn't matter when it comes to martial arts. All that matters is how strong you are and how well you know it. And after what I've seen from you, you know nothing about martial arts!"
"Oh, and I suppose you do!"
Trunks sighed. Getting mad at her would get him nowhere. "Yes, I do."
"Then how come you couldn't beat them? You were in the same position I was in."
"In my case, your highness, it was four against one. Your fight was one on one and you couldn't win. You had no idea of what you were doing, did you?"
Bra balled her fists and narrowed her eyes. "How dare you speak to me like that! I will make sure you're being thought some respect there!" She narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Trunks' eyes grew wide. What he'd gotten himself into this time.
"NAPPA!!!" Bra's voice was heard throughout the castle. "NAPPA!!! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" She knew that as a princess she shouldn't talk like that in front of low class subjects, but right now she didn't care. A slave had touched her pride and, like her father, she hated it when that happened.
A few seconds later, a little fat armed man with very short black hair appeared. He was followed by two soldiers. They walked up to princess Bra and bowed for her. "Yes, your highness?"
"I asked for Nappa, where is he?"
The little man looked came up from his bowing position. The others followed his example. "Your highness, Nappa has gotten the afternoon off. I'm his replacement your highness."
"Hmm." Bra narrowed her eyes as she eyed him suspiciously with a look of disgust on her face. "And you are.?"
"Captain Burke, your highness, at your service."
"Hmm." Bra said. "Very well. Take this slave to the dungeons to punish him."
The short man glanced at Trunks throwing him a quick smirk. He looked at the soldiers behind him and nodded in Trunks' direction. "Grab him."
The two soldiers jumped up and grabbed Trunks, who stepped back as a reaction to their sudden movements. One soldier grabbed his arm and turned it on his back, almost breaking it. The other guard kicked Trunks in his kneeholes so that he fell down to his knees. Trunks gritted his teeth to suppress a painful growl. Both men smirked as they saw Trunks' face was in pain.
The short man turned back to Bra. "How much should we punish him, your highness?"
Bra thought for a moment. Hesitatingly she said: "easy." Referring to the level of his punishments. She knew there were four levels, easy, middle, hard and extreme, but she didn't know what it exactly meant other than that it meant how far they would go.
The two soldiers now both held one arm behind the boy's back and they forced Trunks back on his feet. Then they took him away.
The short guard walked up to the princess. "your highness," he whispered, "if I may say something. Normally, when a slave gets his first punishment, they give him a little bit extra just to make the point clear to him. Do you wish us to do that, your highness?"
Bra looked up at him as she thought it over. The guard had a point. It might indeed scare him off so he would listen better next time. Besides, her father told her not to go too easy on him.
"Very well. Give him some more to teach his lesson."
The guard bowed. "As you wish, your highness." He turned around to walk away but Bra spoke up.
"One more thing. Burke, right? When shall I have him back?"
"Tomorrow around this time, your highness."
"Very well, dismissed."
~~~~~~
Trunks was taken down to a smelly, dark, empty room. One guard brought him to the middle of the room and the other one closed the door and turned on the light. The middle where Trunks was being held by the guard lit up. The lamp barely gave enough light to enlighten the entire room. The corners on the ceiling were still pitch black. Under the lamp two thick, steal chains hung from the ceiling. The ends of both chains had a thick, steal handcuff.
The guard roughly jerked the boy's arm up and placed his wrist in the handcuff. Then he shut it very tight. The other guard walked up to him and did the same to the other hand. Then he took a device from his pocket and ran it over the boy's collar, setting it to minimum. Trunks felt how his power was being reduced to barely enough to stand on his legs.
"So, you're giving princess Bra trouble, eh?" The first guard smirked as he stood face to face with Trunks. "Well, don't worry. It'll be beaten out of you before you know it." The guard brought his knee up to Trunks' stomach. His body tried to collapse and the muscles in his arms tightened, but the chains prevented him from going to a better position to ease the pain. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain.
The guards laughed out loud as they walked out of the room "Hang in there for awhile, will ya?" they laughed as hard as they could as Trunks heard the door being closed and locked and the sound sailed away. Trunks opened his eyes and viewed his surroundings.
The walls were a cold colour somewhere between dark green and metal and they were very dirty. They had a green glow over them as if parts were still wet or something. The floor was dirty too, the place where he was standing right now was the worst. Red spots were visible everywhere beneath him -blood he assumed- and the floor was covered with sand and other dirt. Trunks looked up at the chains. The were beginning to rust but not nearly enough to break them. Not in his condition right now. The cuffs were very tight and Trunks tried to give his wrists some space but that didn't work. The cuffs moved along with all his movements. So after a few moments he gave up, too tired from the low amount of energy his body could use.
A little rat walked up to him. He sniffed the ground at Trunks' feet and started licking one of the red spots on the floor. To Trunks' disgust the red spot seemed to disappear. The blood was still liquid! That means the last victim had been here not too long ago. The rat walked up to Trunks and started sniffing his leg. Trunks softly kicked the rat away but he came back. This time he started licking Trunks' pants. Trunks didn't care.
He wondered how his punishment would be. Considering the condition and position he was in he was going to be beaten. But strangely enough he felt only little fear. Even though he had no idea what to expect since this was his first punishment here in the castle. It had to be bad, they're very strict here in the castle and they have enough money to buy some proper beaters. He just hoped it would be over soon.
At that moment he heard heavy footsteps coming closer and the door was about to be unlocked. The rat who had been licking his pants all the time quickly looked up and shot away at the sound, disappearing trough a little hole in one of the walls.
The door opened and a shadow came in slowly, closing the door and locking it again after it's entrance. Trunks looked at the figure. The shadow turned around and walked in the light. A tall man, about half a head bigger than Trunks, was now standing in front of Trunks. In one hand he had a whip with some kind of steal little ball on the end, and in the other hand he held a thin metal belt or something with little half bolls on it's surface.
Trunks looked at the instruments the man was holding and he felt how all of his muscles tensioned. He gritted his teeth as he tore his eyes away from the man's hands. The man only wore pants. His arms were very muscular and on his left shoulder he had a huge scar, coming down all the way to his arm- pit. Trunks let his eyes go over the huge muscles on the man's bare chest. He looked up at the face that belonged to the muscular body. The man had black hair as all saiyans have. It almost reached his butt and it was thick and spiky.
Trunks examined his face. He had a scar on the right of his forehead as well. A piece of the man's eyebrow was missing because of it and the scar ended at the eye. Those eyes! There was something very wrong and scary about them. As if they were trying to hypnotise you but keep you conscious at the same time! They looked so. powerful.
Trunks narrowed his eyes, refusing to let those eyes or anything else about that man and his instrument scare him. He refused to give in to the cruelties of those beings before and he would refuse it now. He would take everything he that would come his way and he would not show any emotion. He had learned to block out all his emotions from and he was prepared to do it right now.
The man broke the eye contact and started walking around the boy, eyeing him closely. Trunks could feel the man's breath in his neck as he walked around. He felt how the man stopped walking and something grabbed his shirt. Trunks' muscles tensioned and Trunks could almost feel the man's smirk in his back. Then the man ripped his shirt off his body, leaving he boy with a bare back, ready to receive what was to come. ~~~-.,.-'`'-~~~
I hope you liked it. I feel kinda bad for Trunks. He saves the princess from getting hurt and now he is being punished for that. Looks like Bra really has a princess' attitude. But then again, I warned you in the beginning for that. Don't flame me because of it. I'm making the life as a slave a bit harsher than I've read most writers doing (that's not a good sentence) and I'm not going to change that.
I think the last part of this story is really REALLY bad. But I just couldn't figure out what to do with Trunks' emotions in there. It's hard to imagine how something must be when it is so far away from you, so unknown. The way I made it sound is so weak. As if he is on holiday. In fact, I hate this entire chapter! Well, the beginning is okay, but after Trunks flees it's crap. Damn I wish I could change that. So, sorry it turned out like this. Well, anywayzzzzz, let me know what you think and I'll try to make the next chapter better than this.
Check my profile for my e-mail address if you want to know when the next chapter will be up. And if you have any suggestions about what to happen next or anywhere else in the future of this story, please tell me. Thanks for reading. Review!