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Two Weeks Later - Saturday Noon at Bulma's House
"Hi honey" Bulma's mother walked in Bulma's room watching her daughter study hard and determined for the up and coming PSATs. Her mother breathed out. Although she was proud of having such a smart and studious daughter she was also worried. It had been two whole weeks since Bulma had done nothing more than study for the 'big test'. Naturally her mother was concerned. It just came with the territory of a 'mother'
"Hey" Bulma raised her gaze from the book then went back to it. Her mother walked to her
"I ordered a snack for you. It should be up here any minute" she said taking a seat on the bed. Bulma nodded with her nose on the book
"Thanks" she continued working. The blonde lady sighed
"Bulma, sweetie, can you take a break? I want to talk to you" she requested nicely. Bulma gave her half a smile placing her broad 'PSAT' book down
"Sure" she agreed "what's up?"
"Honey I know that you have to prepare yourself for that big test coming up but I think you're over preparing yourself a little bit-"
"Mom I really want to ace this test" Bulma said ambitiously. Her mother nodded
"I understand you want to ace it Bulma. And I didn't come to talk to you about that" her mother cleared up
"Then what is it?" Bulma asked
"You've been coming straight home after school these days. You lock yourself up in your room, go to sleep late and wake up early and-"
"What can I say, mother? I really, really want to ace this test" Bulma lied and her mother knew perfectly well that she was. The blonde haired female gave her a suspicious look
"Don't try to convince yourself with that Bulma. You know that's not all there is to it. You barely eat or speak when we're at the dinner table. I hardly hear you say something about school except for 'it was ok' or 'it was alright'. You don't go out on Saturday nights anymore. I don't hear you talking about that boy" she said. Bulma shrugged her shoulders
"I guess I didn't notice-"
"What's going on, Bulma? What's wrong?" her mother pressed. Bulma looked away with a sad expression. She was busted. She knew a change like this wouldn't go unnoticed. Not by her mom anyway
"I broke up with Vegeta and I had an argument with the girls I used to go out with" she said gloomily. Her mother caressed her cheek softly
"Oh honey. Why didn't you tell me-?"
"Because it's not a big deal and I knew if I told you about it you would make this huge deal out of this and I'm not up for that-"
"Bulma"
"It's true mom. I'm too busy to wallow. I'm too busy to think of everything itself. I have to set my mind on this test and I'm planning on doing it without having to think of them-"
"Keeping yourself busy so you don't have to think of them is not a way to climb ahead. You're sinking down. Reading that book so many times will burn your brain out. You should stop reading for a day or two and do something to keep your mind off this test-"
"I can't mother. Rule of life: If I don't study I won't ace the test-"
"You've studied enough, Bulma" her mother cut off "everything you've read is in your head already. It's time to put a stop to this-"
"I am not going to sit here and go over my problems to try and figure out a way to solve them just to keep my mind off studying"
"You don't have to, honey. We can go to the mall and buy some stuff. Say, why don't you get a new hair cut!" her mom suggested excited. Bulma scoffed rolling her eyes
"Sure. A hair cut. Now that's a great way to forget about the test. Thanks for the proposition mother, but no. I am not cutting my hair" she said. Her mother giggled
"Oh but Bulma. A new hair cut not only changes your image. It changes your style and your perception of yourself. It gives your spirit a refreshing essence-"
"Ok as if I didn't have problems enough I have to deal with a crazy mother now" Bulma said sarcastically. Her mother laughed making her smile
"I bet if you get a new hair cut you won't be able to stay away from the mirror" her mother assured persuasively. Bulma stared at her mother for a second then sighed
"Fine. But I will choose the haircut I want" she said closing the book. Her mother nodded
"Very well. Get ready, we'll leave in thirty…"
Saturday Noon - Goku's house
Goku, Raditz, Krillin and Vegeta sat on four different deluxe couches inside Goku's large and elegant living room watching news coverage on their National title conquest through the plasma TV there. Vegeta held the remote watching carelessly. It was nothing new to him. It seemed like the news had nothing to talk about but their championship title; how they won so easily and finished so strong; how Vegeta held the team on his back; how NFL contracts were raining down on most of the guys starting. By this time it had become boring.
As commercials started the guys decided to chat it out. It was a 'guy' Saturday; the 'break-from-the-girls' day. Goku and Krillin watched the commercials with a conformist attitude. There's was nothing better on TV anyway and for a chance away from the girls, even when they were totally devoted to them, they'd settle for most anything. Raditz wasn't even paying attention. He was half asleep
"So Vegeta…you and Bulma broke up?" Krillin began a conversation. Vegeta looked at him Goku's and Raditz's attention turning to Vegeta
"Is that your problem?" Vegeta asked. Krillin smirked
"Just making sure-"
"I heard she broke up with you" Goku came out. Silence filled the room. Vegeta frowned hard
"Mind your business idiot" he said grouchily. Goku and Raditz smirked now
"Sure" Goku agreed "it's just uh… this is the first time a girl breaks up with you isn't it-?"
"One more word about it and I'll slit your throat in two" Vegeta threatened. Raditz chuckled
"Relax, man, there's nothing wrong with a woman leaving you because she thinks she can find better or-"
"Alright that's it!" Vegeta banged his hand against the couch's arm then stood agitated ready to kill Raditz. Goku stood from his seat at the same time in an attempt to stop the fight about to begin. Krillin followed Goku's lead trying to stop Vegeta. Raditz remained seated laughing at Vegeta's reaction
"Kakarot let go of me! I'm going to kick his ass!" Vegeta struggled to break lose from Goku's hard grip on his chest and shoulders. Krillin stood in front of Raditz with his arms spread just in case Goku couldn't hold Vegeta. Raditz breathed in taking a break from his laughter
"Come on Ouji. It's been two weeks-"
"Fuck you!"
"Hey" Raditz continued "all I'm saying is…let's go out tonight find us a couple of hotties and get a good fuck. It's my best suggestion" he said calmed. Vegeta stopped struggling. Goku dropped his hands off him. Both of them turned to Raditz now
"Where do you wanna go?" asked Goku. Vegeta crossed his arms on his chest his nose high up in the air
"I'm not going" he said with his usual frown. Goku pouted
"Aw! come on Vegeta. This is the third Saturday you've turned us down" he whined
"Yeah" Krillin agreed "what's wrong, man-"
"I know what's wrong" Raditz's voice came above all others as he stood up from the couch "yeah I know what's perfectly wrong here. You're crossing over-"
"I'm what?"
"He's what?" everyone seemed puzzled. Raditz looked at Vegeta serious now
"You love her don't you? You can't get her off your mind no matter what you do. She fucked with your feelings and in return you love her. You really love her" said Raditz tauntingly. The guys turned to Vegeta as he remained still. In a sudden movement Vegeta was in front of Raditz and before the tall male could dodge Vegeta's punch was square on his face solid, fast, and strong. Raditz fell to the ground. Goku stopped Vegeta from the back before he could make a second contact while Krillin helped Raditz up as he wiped a small portion of blood off the corner of his lip. He smirked
"You can punch me all you want Ouji. You won't be able to deny that you DO love her" he teased. Vegeta shook Goku's hands off him then raised his finger at Raditz
"You listen to me piece of shit-"
"Stop it Vegeta" Goku requested trying to stop yet another battle. Vegeta turned to Goku with an evil gaze
"Stay out of it!" he requested turning back to Raditz "one more and I swear I'll cut your heart out and-"
"Vegeta calm down" said Goku "now we've all loved a woman, right? Maybe she's yours-"
"Kakarot if you don't want me to kick your ass too you better lay off" Vegeta threatened. Krillin sighed
"Well alright. Can we all sit down again and watch TV peacefully like we were doing?" he tried changing the topic to leave the situation behind. Vegeta grunted
"Fuck that. I'm leaving" he walked off on the guys. Goku breathed out surrendering on the peace attempt. Krillin and Raditz watched Vegeta head out the door. Once he closed the door behind him the guys turned to each other
"Great idea. I'll have a swollen lip for the rest of the week" Raditz said holding his lip with his thumb as he tasted more blood coming out of it
"Sorry man. I guess he wasn't on a good mood today" said Goku. Krillin furrowed his brows
"Vegeta's never in a good mood. It was a good plan though. It didn't work entirely well but it served its purpose"
"Yeah that was dumb of us thinking that Vegeta was dissing us for other friends. Damn this hurts like a bitch" Raditz exclaimed with a painful expression. Goku nodded
"At least we know it's because of Bulma. Where'd you get that crossover shit by the way?" he asked. Raditz smirked in achievement
"Raditz's greatest hits…"
Saturday Noon - 18's house
".. dad! I'm home!" 18 informed walking inside her house looking for any sign of her father
"Damn these robots!" she heard some cussing then figured her dad was in his lab…as usual. She breathed out
"I wish my father would greet me with a sentence not related to robots" she talked to herself. Her twin brother, 17, came inside the guest waiting room where she had just arrived with all of her bags from the mall
"Hello there, sister. I see you've gone shopping again. Airhead's hobby I take it" he started with sarcasm. 18 turned and faced him as he rested half his body against the doorframe. She narrowed her eyes at him as he gave a few steps to approach her
"What's this? More clothes? Tell me what shopping for clothes feels like again. All this time without having to spend a hundred dollar bill for my fine clothes. Forgetting is just natural" he said arrogantly. For three years 17 had been a modeling for companies such as Prada, Lacoste, Gucci and Armani. These companies would often give him tons of clothes from their stock whenever he did a runway presentation or a magazine photo shoot for him. Arrogance was a part of him, like every well-known model, it was a must have. The person to whom he directed most of his supercilious remarks was his sister 18, of course. 18 rolled her eyes tiredly
"Why if snob sleep really works you must've just woken up" she said with irony. 17 faked a laugh
"I love your irrational sense of humor. Almost gives you a 'smart' appearance" he said. 18 sighed
"Given the fact that it is impossible to talk to you due to your lack of brain I suppose I can only infer objective questions such as the location of my father" she said with her nose high in the air. 17 stared at her with a frown
"Bite me" he turned his back on her walking away through the same door he had come in. She smiled to herself
"18 two thousand seven hundred and thirteen. 17...still zero" she laughed picking her bags up and walking towards father…
The Beauty Salon - 4PM
"It looks wonderful!" Bulma's mother exclaimed incredibly happy as her daughter made her way to her with her new haircut…four hours later
"You like it?" Bulma asked running her fingers through her hair "it took me like an hour and a half to decide if I wanted it" she said. The blue haired woman looked older but still so beautiful. Her hair was short below her ear opposed to the blue strands that once rested on her shoulders. Cute bangs fell comfortably on her forehead complementing her big bright eyes. The rest of the hair was plain short and cute. It was naturally shinny with a silky look to it. Strand by strand you could easily tell that it was healthy. Her mother cupped Bulma's face in her hands
"Gosh! I didn't think you'd make it this short!" she exclaimed. Bulma smiled
"I know" she shrugged her shoulders "I didn't think I'd do it either but you know summer's basically here and having my hair so long won't really do the trick. Plus I wanted it to be really different!" she smiled. Her mother giggled
"It looks great honey! Where's Eduardo? We have to pay him for this-"
"Her I am Miss. Bref!" Eduardo exclaimed with his Spanish accent. Ms. Briefs turned to him with a wide smile
"This was flawless work, Eduardo-"
"Yu lek et, Miss. Bref?" he asked with a smile. The blonde nodded
"I love it. Fabulous! I'll pay five hundred dollars" she offered. Eduardo turned his face to the side kind of embarrassed
"Oh, but Miss. Bref. If I char yu tat, I'd be robbin yu" he waved a hand in the air "Miss. Bulma her has gret har" he caressed her hair "if Madeline frum Mystique see yu she will furce modelin onto yu as if ther was no tumorruw" the threesome laughed. Bulma's mom took some money out timidly
"I'll give you four hundred and I am not paying lower than that-"
"Oh! But Miss. Bref. Mike it two hundred and we cut deal-"
"You can say I gave you a two hundred dollar tip!" she winked an eye at him putting the money in one of his pant pockets. The threesome laughed again then the two ladies said their goodbyes turning to leave the beauty salon. Eduardo waved his hands at them
"Hov a gud day, ladys" he said femininely going back inside the place. Bulma's mother looked at Bulma again
"You look so pretty…"
The Night is Falling - Goku's House 7PM
"What do we do guys? Chichi doesn't want to go out tonight" Goku complained as the threesome was still seated on the same couches. Raditz snapped
"I'm going out. I don't know 'bout you people" he said then looked at Krillin
"Man what's keeping you? You don't have a woman to screw up your weekend" he said. Krillin nodded
"I know. I'm debating here. If I go out 18 might get mad. If I don't… she might…well, you know…she could-"
"What? Take you back?" Raditz chuckled "so you're actually going to try it again?" he asked as if it was crazy. Krillin frowned at him
"Hey I resent that" he said angered. Raditz held his hands before him
"I'm just saying. You shouldn't be debating on shit like that. 18 is free as a bird right now, man-"
"What is that supposed to mean?-"
"Look" Raditz sat up straight "you broke up with her, right?"
"Right" Krillin agreed
"Then I'd suggest you have some pride-"
"I have pride-"
"And go out with me. If you stay you'll regret it. You're gonna be sorry you didn't go out when you could've. She's gonna be out partying and having fun while you'll be stuck here watching the same old shit on TV. You guys aren't a couple anymore. Who gives a fuck if you party or not?" he exclaimed. Krillin stared at him with a frown. He was mad because of the uprightness that Raditz used to describe his situation with 18. But he was right. He didn't have a girl he needed to break free from now. Today he had to let go.
He had been going out without drinking or really having fun hoping for a chance to get back together with 18. But two weeks had gone by and nada. 18 didn't even glance at him. Even worse she had returned all the gifts and possessions he had ever given her claiming that their 'break up' was not going to be one of those 'long and dramatic' separations where they would spend months trying to figure out if they still 'loved' each other or not. That should've been a clear sign yet he refused to believe that their love was over, worse, that it was over for good.
"What's it gonna be, baldie? Are you crashing in or partying out?" Raditz broke his daze. Krillin smirked
"Let's party!" he jumped off the couch "sorry Goku-"
"We'll call and let you know how the party's going" Raditz waved a hand at him as both guys headed to the exit of the house. Goku pouted
"Sure. Thanks" he said ironically watching the guys head out the door. He threw his head back on the couch
"This is gonna be a really boring night" he talked to himself, switching the channels on the plasma TV. As he surfed the channels he found one that was broadcasting a whole day marathon on the 'Thundercats', the cartoon. Goku jumped off his seat
"Thundercats! Thunder-Thunder-Thundercats! Alright!" he shouted in his living room excited to have found such a miracle on Cable TV…
Vegeta's House - 9PM
Vegeta walked in his house his clothes drenched in droplets of water due to the bad weather outside. An incessant rain took over the once blue and bright skies thunders and lightning adding on to the climate. The air had turned cold because of the rain and the wetness of his clothes was only making matters even worse…
Vegeta had just reached the door to his room when he heard his parents going at it. Fighting; the argument sounded even worse than the last one. He could hear his mother crying as his father yelled at her at the top of his lungs
"…so shut up!"
"…don't tell me to shut up you stupid fuck! I swear I will file in a divorce-"
"You won't do such thing! I've given you everything you've wanted! I gave you money! I gave you a place to live! I even gave you a fucking son-"
"I don't care! It's not fair for me! It's not fair for him to live with this!"
"You selfish bitch that's all you think about isn't? You, you and you! It's never about your husband that works 'til late and gives you a good fuck every night-"
"You will stop talking to her like that" Vegeta broke in the room. His mother swallowed tears rolling down her cheeks. Her hair was messed up as she sat on her bed half dressed. Her husband, and his father, stood before her looking like the power figure. He stared at his son who stood between them trying to end the fight that seemed to have started a couple of minutes before his arrival. He frowned
"What are you doing here? Get out!" he demanded signaling the door. Vegeta remained still staring into his father's eyes with a stern defiant look
"She's my mother and your wife! You might not want her for shit but you will respect her or I will personally fuck you up" said Vegeta loud and clear. His father widened his eyes at him
"How dare you disrespect me in such way?" he approached his son with a few steps. Vegeta narrowed his eyes at him
"How dare you disrespect me? My mother?" he asked. His father grabbed Vegeta by the arm. Vegeta tried to shake it off but his father's grip was way too hard on him. It was just not possible
"You will not disobey me ever again when I'm through with you" his father spoke threateningly "you'll have no shit I can beat out of you" he added. Vegeta looked at him straight in the eye
"Bring it on" he taunted. His father widened his eyes again
"What'd you say? You piece of shit I will teach you to say that again!" he said angrily turning him by the arm to face the door of his bedroom
"Walk" he ordered. Vegeta gave very slow and paused steps his father following close behind him
"Stop it!" his mother came out on his defense "stop doing this you merciless bastard-"
"Your son needs discipline! I'm gonna make sure he understands what I'm talking about!" he said sternly disappearing out the door with his son on hand…
As Vegeta reached the door to his room his father pushed him so he would go in it faster. Vegeta turned and faced his father with a look so ruthless it almost resembled his old man's; a look as if ready to kill the foremost prey. His father turned the lights off
"Take off your clothes" he said in a cold tone sending shivers down Vegeta's spine "you will remember this one" he added. Vegeta swallowed then breathed profoundly, unable for his father to see, proceeding to take his clothes off. His father slid a long thick belt made out of leather off his waist. The strap was so broad it weighed at least a pound. The older male held the belt on his hand. Once he felt Vegeta not moving anymore he continued to teach his lesson
"Place your palms on the wall" he ordered. Even through the darkness of the night his father could see his son's eyes shinning through the shadows like an eagle's gaze proudly and fearlessly accepting his fate. Vegeta turned around and did as told. His father proceeded with his punishment lifting the belt up and swinging it across his back once with all the manly force he possessed. Not a grunt or a breath; not even a whimper. His father frowned swinging the belt across his back again…yet still no sound came from his son. He made it a continuous process swinging the belt across his body over and over again his force increasing with each swing
"I'm not stopping until you cry" he said between swings feeling his son tremble under his hard sways…
Bulma's House - 10PM
"Hello?" Bulma answered her room phone. None other than Chichi came from the other end of the phone. It was a surprise Bulma had to say. Of all people a call from Chichi was the least she expected
"What do you want?"
"Bulma, I know I've been really bad. And I'm so sorry that I didn't contact you in person about this-"
"You can come by tomorrow. I'm gonna be here the whole day studying for the PSAT's and everything else. I could use my break to talk to you"
"Oh! That'd be great! I just-I really feel like I owe you an apology and it'd be awesome if we could talk some-"
"Sure just come by tomorrow. I'll be here"
"Ok! Thank you so much. I'll be there around ten thirty. Is that alright?"
"Sure. Bye Chichi"
"Bye"
The girls hung up. Of all the things this could be weird was definitely the term that fit most. Chichi? Calling to say she was sorry? That she wanted to come by? Sure, and she was princess Bulma from some unknown planet…
As Bulma arranged her bed to go to sleep random taps on her window interrupted her. She stopped and thought for a minute … the only one that taps on my window so late at night is Vegeta. But he couldn't be! It's pouring outside. We broke up like two weeks ago and I haven't heard from him since. Why would he- the taps on the window were more demanding this time disrupting her deep thinking. She breathed out walking around her bed to get to the window. Out the window she could make up an unclear image of Vegeta. He was all wet waiting for her to open the window anytime now. Bulma furrowed her brows in question as she opened the window
"What are you doing here?" she asked but there was no time for questions she quickly picked up on it. Vegeta was pale; he looked like he was about to pass out. His face was covered in red marks and his lips were purple due to the cold and humid weather outside. Bulma pulled him in quick. The first thing she could think of was another horrifying fight between him and his father. She wasn't going to ask the questions now however. She needed to take care of him…
Once Vegeta was completely inside her room Bulma proceeded to take off the wet clothes which consisted on a jacket, sweatpants, socks and shoes. As she slid the wet jacket open she noticed the belt wounds across his chest. She furrowed her brows horrified then looked into his eyes
"What happened?" she asked. Vegeta looked away
"I had nowhere to go" he breathed out looking at her. Bulma swallowed placing a hand on his cheek
"You're-You're trembling" she tried not to break down. Vegeta placed his hand over hers then kissed her without hesitation. Bulma kissed him back hard. She had missed his lips, his skin, his touch, his voice; she had missed everything. Two weeks without him had been the clear definition of hell. In such a short time together they had both discovered things that a lifetime of being alone hadn't taught them. Things like trust; never had he truly trusted anyone as much as he had trusted her and it was the same for her. Things like without each other their worlds; their lives were all just the same: money, lies, and fame. There was never more money than lies, or more lies than fame. Everything was equal. While she was with him and he was with her they couldn't care less about fame…
The couple pulled away Bulma realizing that he needed immediate care
"Take off your shirt and sit here" she signaled the bed turning to her desk to find the adequate medication to heal him quickly. Vegeta did as told. He could feel his body numb all over; a mixture of pain and itching throughout the open wounds. Had he not been a male he wouldn't have survived it; he would've been unable to handle the pain. But more than a male he was built strong and firm. He could push himself to handle the pain a bit more than an ordinary human would.
Vegeta waited for Bulma to find all the medication. It didn't take her long since everything was basically reachable. She pulled out one of the desk's drawers then placed all the medicine inside walking over to the bed and placing the drawer on the mattress. First she grabbed a gauze pad and covered it with the most breathtaking incredibly disgusting medicine
"This stinks and it stings" she pinched her nose with her index and middle fingers "but it's gonna seal the wounds in like ten minutes" she said smartly. Vegeta remained still as she ran the gauze down the wounds on his back. She stared at the scars amazed. Some were big and scrappy while others were small and deep. For the deeper ones she used a cotton swab to try and apply the medicine through the insides of the wound. To all this Vegeta didn't stir and she continued to do her job in deep silence. Hopefully this set of new scars would disappear from his body quickly. Bulma knew, however, that there were scars deeper than that; scars in a place that she still couldn't find; scars that were open and bleeding ever since he was a child. She would give the world to try and stop those from shedding more blood. Amazing how her father, herself; they were the biggest geniuses that the medicine world had but they were as helpless as the world when it came to seal the scars of the soul, the scars of the heart. They were common people when it came to that…
45 MIN Later
Bulma turned all the lights out calling it a night for both of them. It took her thirty minutes to tend to all his wounds and while she was physically exhausted because of all the work she had to do Vegeta was mentally tired of everything he had gone through. The blue haired female now laid aside him pressing her chest against his now healed back as he rested comfortably on his side. Sure the scars were still not gone but the blood had stopped pouring out. It was good enough for her
Bulma kissed the back of his neck then let her lips glide down his upper back enjoying every second of it. She could hear him breathe; she could feel his heart beating against her chest and she loved it. For every second of every day they hadn't spent together these past few weeks this made up for it even when it wasn't a favorable situation
"You ok?" Bulma whispered on Vegeta's ear running her hand down his muscular arm and entangling their hands together when she reached its end. Vegeta held on to her hand tenderly still looking the other way with his eyes wide open
"I'm fine" he said "I can take a little pain" he added. Bulma kissed his shoulder softly. Vegeta turned with his chest now facing the ceiling. Not another word was shared between the two. Bulma rolled on top of him and leaned in capturing his lips in a soft and warm soothing kiss that seemed to have lasted forever. Bulma smiled feeling Vegeta's hands go under the hem of her pants to caress the silky skin above her rear. She kissed him
"I missed you so much" she whispered going back to his lips. Vegeta didn't need to say he missed her too. His kisses were absorbing hers like a desert that was in desperate need of water and got a rain. Raditz's words suddenly came to his mind
"… she fucked with your feelings and you love her for it…" ok, so it wasn't all exactly true. But there was some truth to it. What the truth to it was…was the question…
End of Ch. 16. Ok I know, I KNOW, I KNOW. This chapter dragged the energy out of me. There was pain, hatred, suffering, cry, tears, sadness, madness, I KNOW! I think I'm gonna have to sign a contract or something that certifies the amount of tragedy that one can have per chapter. I think there was a lot of anguish in this chappie, NOT to mention the hatred and violence. Ok, I promise there won't be any more pain like this one in the next upcoming chapters unless I really, really, really, really, REALLY need it! I know we all suffered for Vegeta…but…uh…he got back together with Bulma…. HA!…Isn't that great?…No?… Not enough happiness?….Not a good equivalence? …No….Oh Well. I still hope you guys liked it.
OHHHH! I wanted to thank you all for all the reviews in the last chapter. Thanks a lot! Really inspired me! Yeah, I really don't care for the number of reviews or anything…I really care for what you guys tell me. I still hold that flames are better than nothing. Flames make me better, the same with the reviews. So thank you! I hope you guys are ok! I just got back from a weekend at the beach, my back is killing me (it's burned) and I'm going to try to sleep. It's like one thirty back home and I've just realized I've been writing in this computer for more than ten hours. I was really worried of not having a chapter for you guys after the whole weekend, but looks like I actually finished this one T-Day. Well, take care! Love you all and stay tuned for the next chappie which will be coming out soon!
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