Chapter 3: Celebration
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There was pink... everywhere. Never before had she seen a color so... so REPULSIVE! It made her shiver is disgust and almost caused her to vomit. It was... just not right! The color... it was so BRIGHT! She didn't under stand WHY she wasn't BLIND yet because of this damn color!
Pan growled in frustration as she crossed her arms before her chest. She was currently looking at herself in a long mirror. She was in one of the many rooms in Trunks apartment; Trunks, who caught her attention, sister so happened to scamper into the room shortly after Pan retreated to the room for some rest.
What was her name again, the lavender tress female? Ah yes... Bra.
Bra had some 'make-up artist' come in and place this crap which weighed about fifty pounds on her face. She felt like the top layer of her skin would peal off! Make up was just so... so... ARGH!
But...
She looked at her features. Her rich red lips smirked. It did enhance her features; she wondered why they didn't have something, as this down in the South Quadrant... but then again... there was basically nothing in the South but criminals and the 'lowly' people. She lightly growled at that fact.
Bra also brought in a hair stylist.
That was a whole different story in itself.
Pan had no idea what this person was going to do but 'trim the hair a few inches'... whatever that meant.
When the 'stylist' completed his work, Pan looked at her reflection in a mirror.
She about had a heart attack.
Pan had grabbed the black locks of hair, which now came up to her shoulders and flared out because of this... sticky stuff... It did make her head feel much lighter but... but... THIS WAS NOT HER! Pan had LONG hair! She didn't have these short locks that greatly resembled a saiyans! Her father made sure she always had her long hair in tact! Not once did she have it cut, and now it sat on the tiled floor of the bathroom thanks to this 'stylist' and to that no good 'daughter-of-a-bitc-
"Is that you, Pan?"
The female turned her body around placing her hands before her folded. She looked down, as her face became the lightest shade of red. She was blushing again.
Trunks gently smiled as he walked up to her. He noticed the dress they decided on at the store earlier. Pan really did look good in the classic Chinese silk dress. And because it was red it brought her features out even more. It looked as if her true personalities were showing because of this set of clothing. He walked up to her and placed his face beside her ear; the breath from his voice made her lightly shiver as he spoke. "You look lovely."
Her face became a darker shade of red.
He lightly chuckled as he lightly touched her face with a white-gloved palm. She took this time to look over his uniform. She couldn't help but let her eyes widen. His uniform was one of a general! He had many patches and badges sewn on the black jacket. Trunks also had numerous metals clipped and dangling from his uniform. His uniform was black, typical of a general's uniform, with gold trimming to top it off. Oh, and let's not forget that cape!
He held his arm to her with a charming smile placed on his face.
"Shall we go, Miss Pan?" he asked in a gentleman-like way.
She smiled to him; it was a fake smile under her terms, and latched her arms onto his. Looking into his eyes something seemed to dance around in her gaze... 'You will be the first...' she thought in her head with a sing songy voice, 'you will be the first to have blood shed... oh yes, it will be in your bed.'
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Zarbon stood beside the emperor as he greeted a few people. Gohan's uniform was similar to the others in his council. The only difference was in the material color. The others uniforms were black; his was all white.
Zarbon noticed the saiyan prince walk up in his royal armor. Vegeta RARELY wore the uniform. Something must be up...
"Ah! Vegeta, Zarbon, Your Highness," stated a female voice from behind. The three men turned their heads and noticed the empress walk up. Both saiyan and head advisor nodded to her as she walked up to her husband. Grabbing each other's hands, the husband and wife brought their faces together to quickly kiss each other.
Coming back only seconds later, Videl smiled to her husband, "I haven't seen you all day."
Gohan gave her a lopsided smile as he hugged her. "Well... much has occurred."
Her eyes were sparkling as her flowing, silver, silk dress. "So I hear." She brought her lips to her husband's ear. "I have also gotten word that there's a person from the South Quad. They arrived on the ship this morning." She brought her face back up with a small firm line as her lips.
Gohan immediately knew what that meant. He turned his head and he gazed around the room. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Everyone that he gazed over was no big deal. He knew each and every person on this ship! Well... almost everyone.
"Keep on the look out, Videl. If there's any thing that seems suspicious... please let me be the first to know," whispered back Gohan into her ear. Leaning her head back her eyes had that sparkle once more as she smiled gently.
"Of course, your highness."
Noticing a small speck of red in the back of the room, Gohan turned his full attention to the new arrivals. Noticing this action Gohan's two head advisors and wife turned their interest to the back of the room.
Vegeta smirked. "Finally, my son arrives."
"But," interjected Videl as she gazed to the girl, "Who's that? I don't think I have ever seen that girl before..."
Gohan gave a small smile, "That would be Pan." And in noticing the new changes in her appearance he lightly chuckled, "And I think Vegeta's daughter got a hold of her."
"What would make you think that?" questioned the saiyan prince as he too continued to watch the two make their way into the crowd.
Gohan lightly chuckled. "We spared earlier."
Vegeta and Zarbon's head snapped back to the emperor, their eyes becoming wary. Gohan began to laugh as he brought a hand to the back of his head rubbing it. "She was a good opponent! Maybe some training... she could be a great warrior."
Still the suspicious looks from the advisors were noticed. This action caused the emperor to cough. "Um... other than that... she looked completely different. Her hair was very long, as if it had never been cut in her life."
Videl grabbed her husband's hand squeezing it gently. "She looks... very familiar."
"Indeed," muttered Zarbon as he crossed his arms. She looked... very familiar to him.
Trunks, finally noticing his father and mentor, gave a small wave. "Father, sir, lady, sire," he greeted all.
All nodded formally to him.
Pan looked to all standing in this circle. This was making her nervous; she always hated to be around crowds. So many people in one place, down in the south, could mean that someone was about to be killed or his 'highness' was around patrolling the area.
Big whoop.
"Nephew!"
The voice came from the side. Gohan almost shrieked as he uncle caught him in headlock while knuckling his relative's spiky hair. Gohan flailed his arms around as he tried to gain balance and some fresh oxygen. Raditz began to laugh as he carefully released his relative.
Spinning around on his heel Gohan looked to his uncle. Sure... Raditz was still a few inches taller... He shook Raditz hand with a big grin on his face. "I didn't know you would be stopping in! I thought you were with your wife and daughter!"
The older saiyan laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.
Pan immediately recognized these people. That 'Raditz' person was in the picture... with a child in his arms. Then there was Gohan. She immediately recognized him in the white uniform. She didn't exactly know WHY he was dressed in it when there were others around that were dressed in black... Pan didn't know who that woman in silver was either... and that short man with the tall hair was also in the picture.
The female happed to notice that he was staring at her. He was suspicious.
Her gaze then shifted to the green tinted advisor with his hair tied back into a low ponytail... not a braid.
It was HE!
She closed her eyes and gave silent thanks. At least she wouldn't have to continue searching around. She could finally go home after the message was delivered. Finally...
Raditz gave a small smile as he joined the now growing group of people. This saiyan was finally growing soft, and it was showing too. The youngest saiyan in the group was most defiantly rubbing off on his older brother.
But, in turning his gaze, he noticed the not so familiar female. He spoke before thinking. "You know..." he stated looking straight at Pan, "You look very much like Videl."
Pan blinked. 'What?' "Who's Videl?"
The ones around blinked as they turned to gaze at her. How could she NOT know who Videl is? Everyone on the SHIP knew the wife of the emperor!
Gohan smiled gently, "Videl is my wife." He looked to her, "She's standing right here."
Pan's face became a bright red once more. They could most defiantly tell she was not from around here. 'Just wonderful, Pan... Just wonderful.'
Gohan's attention turned back to the younger female. The smile was evident. "Pan, please, inform us a little of yourself. You did just arrive on the ship not long before the banquet to find an old family friend."
Pan now felt like a deer caught in headlights. This was something she did NOT want to have to answer. Yet, all around were attentively facing towards her. She couldn't exactly lie... Gohan heard part of her story in the training room and now if she twisted the words to form a lie... then she would most defiantly anger a warrior, who was very much stronger than her. She didn't exactly know why... but it was very difficult for her to tell the truth.
"Well..." stuttered Pan trying to collect her thoughts. She was never in a situation as this. It was very difficult, and the only way to make it out alive was to speak nothing BUT the truth. "I have traveled many days to see an old family friend-"
"Where do you come from?" questioned Zarbon as he suspiciously eyed her. She was about to glare at him and sock him in the face with a tight fist, but the voice inside her made her do other wise. She just placed a forced smile on her lips.
"I come from the South Quadrant."
That alone made the area just a bit more uncomfortable for the female. "I have my identification card in my room, if you would like to see it..."
Trunks gently caressed the side of her arm. It wasn't noticed by all in this group, "I've seen it before. There's no need to bring it out again."
Pan smiled to him as she nodded to him. 'Arrogant bastard.'
Gohan nodded to her. "Yes, and what about your family?"
She looked to the emperor, and almost glared at him. ALMOST being key word. "Well..." she trailed off as she gazed around the small group of influential people, unknown to her that is, and she licked her lips, "My father saved me when I was but an infant from, what he considers, horrible people. I have no siblings, thus the effect of this fact proves that he can be very protective." She shook her head as she rubbed her face. "Very, VERY protective." She looked up and giggled lightly, "This is the first time that I have been able to travel so far from home. I'm surprised that he hasn't sent out a search party to calm his paranoia of my well being."
Raditz whistled low, "Damn. And I thought I was protective of my daughter."
Pan shrugged her shoulders. "Some locals say he's been that way since the death of both his father and brother."
Father? Brother?
Trunks looked to her with the smallest hint of suspicion dancing in his eyes. She was most defiantly hiding something important.
Gohan nodded to her as he crossed his arms. "I would be that way too... if my daughter were still here."
Pan raised an eyebrow. "A daughter? I would have never thought... you were a parent. You just seem so... young," commented the female as she began to crack her fingers behind her back. All friends of the emperor noticed the popping of bone and they could tell she was very nervous. They would also become very scared if they touched this very delicate situation in a very rude way. It might call for the death of someone if that did happen. I guess things weren't expected when the emperor lightly chuckled at her comment.
"Thanks. It is actually an encouraging comment since I have almost seen 40 years pass by."
Forty years!
Good heavens!
Pan began to laugh nervously again. "As I stated before, I would have never thought! But please, you haven't exactly elaborated on your daughter. From how powerful and experienced you are in combat, I would think she has followed in the same field. Is she in the royal army?"
That was the WRONG thing to say.
Gohan felt Videl grasp her husband's hand more tightly and lower her head. She brought a hand up to her face to wipe any tears away that might have fallen. Pan noticed Gohan's eyes also darken and lower as they focused to the tiled floors.
Pan didn't know what to say. Well... if she was back at home, she would have shouted something along the lines as 'you foolish person, only a weak person would cry'. She was wise enough to bite her tongue and watch in curiosity on WHY the couple was so distraught by this turn of events.
The female heard a growl from the side. And in turning her head, she noticed the saiyan prince snarl as if about to leap on her, "You better treat his highness with more respect than this shit language and questioning!" Vegeta stepped up to her roughly grabbing her silk dress, "It is very disrespectful for you to be this way to the emperor!"
This uproar brought everyone silent in the party room as they turned their attention towards the saiyan prince and this female from the South Quadrant. From the looks of things, it wasn't a pretty sight to see one of the top advisors for Gohan angered this way. It usually meant someone was going to die. They immediately felt sorry for the person who messed up in their words.
If this was found as strange, the next action was even stranger. They noticed her bring her arm up, and with the quick flick of the wrist, she slapped Vegeta. There were many gasps from the women in the now forming audience and the widening of eyes from the men. No one EVER disrespected the high advisor in such a way!
Vegeta's head was still snapped to the side and his eyes were also a bit wider in surprise. This slap actually stung! This girl actually attacked him strong enough for it to hurt! Slowly turning his head towards the female, a glare came upon his eyes and his lips turned into a snarl. The look was nothing unfamiliar to Pan. The thing was... he still had his firm grip on her dress. She didn't want to ruin it... just yet.
Thinking she would have to destroy this lovely silk dress, another thing seemed to come. Gohan placed a calm hand on Vegeta's arm. The emperor's eyes were warning the saiyan prince, and Pan could easily pick that out.
Glaring one last time, to the emperor, he released Pan's dress and stormed to the other side of the room. Gohan watched as the saiyan prince stomped off; he turned his attention back to Pan's gaze. She turned her attention from Vegeta to Gohan. Her eyes were now disbelieving as she shook her head.
"I apologize for Vegeta's rudeness. He should know to treat guests with respect. You obviously didn't know-"
"Why?" questioned Pan softly. It was almost hard to hear her words, even for a saiyan! "Why didn't you let me know before this time... that you ARE the emperor!" Gohan blinked as he eyed Pan warily. "And to think... I almost fell for your lies."
Gohan blinked. Lies? He never spoke to her of any lies!
But before he could defend himself, she ran off in a different direction away from Vegeta and away from Gohan. Trunks watch her leave; the hybrid saiyan didn't know if he were to follow... or let her be!
The firm grip that Trunks received on his arm made him snap his head to the side. He noticed Gohan's stern look. "What ever you do make sure she isn't left alone. I do not want her to leave this station."
Trunks nodded his head as he turned towards the direction she ran off to. And in dashing off, Gohan leaned towards his other trusted advisor. "Watch the two. I think Trunks might need a bit more help."
The green tinted alien nodded. "I will do so, sire."
Gohan nodded. And with that, Zarbon followed the unknown daughter of the emperor and the hybrid saiyan prince.
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Pan hastily paced to the end of the hall. She gave a loud roar as she gripped her shorten locks of hair. This was so infuriating! Why the hell did she have to use this damn self-control! She could EASILY take this short man down! The saiyan prince... Pssh; more like a midget with something shoved up his ass! Pan wanted to do nothing more than to destroy EVERYONE on this ship!
Her head slammed onto the thick glass as she looked into space. Why couldn't she just lose control? She needed to get some of these... frustrations out.
The clearing of a throat brought her back to reality. She turned her head, then lightly sighed before looking out into space once more. Pan now wanted nothing more than to go home. She didn't belong in this fancy shmancy place.
"How was I to know that... 'Gohan' was the Emperor?" She brought a hand to the glass, "I just met him. He was more like... like a buddy than a ruler!" Buddy. Heh, good one Pan. Her head adjusted towards Trunks. "To me, I cannot accept that he was lying to me... it's just... it's just..." She lowered her head once.
Trunks slowly walked up to her and placed a hand on her back rubbing it gently. The prince didn't notice the smile forming on her face. She truly was a drama queen. "Pan, I-" He gave a small sigh, "I don't know what to say."
She lifted her eyes with a look of disappointment. "It's not your fault. I should have just found my father's friend... and have given him the message."
Trunks turned his head, and he lightly smiled noticing Zarbon just walk into the hall. The hybrid saiyan prince leaned his head down to Pan's ear. "Well... I think it might help you feel a bit better to know that he just walked into the area."
Pan turned her head to the side as well as Trunks, who stepped to the side just a bit.
Clearing her throat, Pan stood up straight and acting as if nothing embarrassing or painful occurred just moments before. This was when Pan switched her language into Zarbon's native tongue.
"Good evening, Zarbon."
The green tinted advisor looked down to her in amazement as she pronounced the different syllables correctly while adding the clicks into the proper area of the word. It was amazing! Only a select few knew his native language! She obviously proved to be one of the few.
He looked down to her as she looked up to him; her smirk came back and her arms were now crossed before her chest. "Codename Kooler sent a message with me for you."
Zarbon's eyes widened greatly as he looked to the saiyan prince who eyed her suspiciously. He looked back up to the dark chocolate eyes of the girl before him. She was indeed the daughter of the emperor! "He sends a message?" questions back Zarbon in his native language.
She nodded to him with a small smile on his face. "He hasn't heard you report in for a while, and he's becoming suspicious. If you don't send him a report of your accomplishments, than he will obviously come down here to kill you."
Taking a step back, her smile brightened and her voice became lighter. She switch the language back to English, "He also says, 'Have a nice day!'"
But the damage was already done. This day just seemed to become darker as he looked to the saiyan prince. His eyes were becoming little slits as he stared down the green tinted advisor. That look obviously stated that he would be having a little chat with the saiyan prince... maybe with the whole counsel!
That wouldn't be good.
Trunks grabbed Pan's arm, and he smiled to her. "Pan! Why don't we both get something to drink? They have fabulous beverages at these events! I know it will be nothing you have ever tasted!"
She looked up to Trunks, and blinked a few times. She was actually inwardly growling as he touched her. His hands were not supposed to be there! They were making her... feel things! However, she helplessly nodded as she walked back into the party room. She took one more glance at Zarbon's paled face before she disappeared from his sight.
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The female saiyan hiccupped softly as she held up her shot glass. There was a HUGE smile on her face, as her cheeks became a bright pink. "Could I have more of da juice?" She was feeling really good! Pan finally felt relaxed as she leaned forward in her chair. She turned her attention towards her date. "Twunks. Could I Puh-lease have another drink? It's so tasty... and Bubbily!" She giggled insanely.
Trunks carefully took the cup out of her hands and set it down. Pan just watched it leave and her eyes became round giving her best puppy eyes. "But... I want another drink!"
Trunks shook his head, "Not now Pan; you can have some in a while." She shook her head and brought her fists up.
"I want some more NOW!" she exclaimed in a very childish way. Her actions were soon to smash the table to splinters when her arms came down to smash the round stand.
Sitting at the same table were no other than Raditz, Nappa (who decided to show up a bit late), Vegeta, Zarbon, and Gohan. Each was also drinking something with alcohol, but they didn't consume their drinks as fast as she! The just looked down to the smashed table. They looked to each other before they all moved to a new area.
It was obvious that Pan became drunk after the third drink she received.
Trunks was now sitting beside Gohan, who was lightly glaring at him. "Why did you have to spike her drink in the first place?" The emperor whispered this into his ear lightly. Trunks was aware of the fact that she was indeed the lost daughter of the emperor, as the others at this table... He had to think fast in some way to keep her here. And spiking her drink was the perfect way. All around could tell that she never had an alcoholic beverage before. If she consumed too much of it, she would faint and have one hell of a hang over in the morning... It was obvious that she would be in for a rude awakening when morning came...
Pan, sitting on Trunks' other side, smiled widely as she leaned her head on his shoulder. She nuzzled into his side giving a contented sigh. "You're such a 'Handsome Man'," she stated in a sing songy voice as she hiccupped again. "My Papa would never let me leave home because he didn't want me to come back a non-virgin."
Trunks' face became a light pink at her words.
"And you know what?" questioned Pan as she smiled brightly to him. She plopped onto his lap sitting while wrapping her arms around his neck, "I have kept his wishes... and my body is clean and pure as a washed toilet bowl!"
Trunks' face became a darker red. The men around couldn't help but chuckle at her comment; she was very, very drunk.
And once more, she leaned into his ear and she lightly blew on it before she began to speak once more, "And you know what?" she questioned as she leaned on his chest, "because my body is pure... doesn't mean my soul is." She touched his nose with her finger. "But you should never know that information."
Trunks looked into her drunken eyes and he gave her a look of concern as well as curiosity. "What do you mean by that, Panny?"
Panny was most defiantly going to be her new pet name.
The female giggled at the new name. "That's cute! It has Pan, then a NY!"
Oh boy... this was going to be tougher than they thought.
"Why isn't your soul clean?" questioned Trunks as he began to run a gloved finger up and down her bare arm. It sent shivers up her arm and down her spine.
"That... feels good," she muttered as she began to close her eyes. "You wish my soul be clean? But I have killed numerous for target practice. Daddy and I have fun watching aliens squirm as they bleed to death! They cry, and scream, and... and... die." She lifted her head up and smirked evilly. "And you better watch your back Mr. Trunks."
He smirked back at her. Trunks so happened to miss the death glare that Gohan was giving him and the knowing smiles of the adults which knew he was going to claim her as a wife. He lightly nuzzled her neck with his mouth. She responded with a small moan.
Trunks felt the jump of ki from her true father. He knew he had gone too far... so he sat back up and he looked into her eyes. "Why do I need to watch my back? Are you going to attack me in some way?" His voice almost sounded like he was speaking to a toddler.
She winked to him, "Somethin like that," she stated as she took Trunk's beverage from his hand. Pan took a large gulp allowing the beverage to burn down her esophagus. It was that same sensation she felt before she became this happy. She liked the taste to it... but she didn't realize the damages it would cause her brain...
She looked into Trunks' eyes deeply. "Before I weave, I plan to kill you in your bed." Her language was now becoming slurred. "And then you go nighty night forever as a blade sticks out of your back with bloody guts everywhere." She leaned to his ear once more, "But that's a secret too."
She giggled heavily before she hiccupped one more time. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body finally fell limply into his arms. She was dead asleep even with the loud dance music and partying.
Zarbon shook his head as he stood up from his chair. "I'm retiring for the night. Good night." And that was all that needed to be stated before he left the large room.
Gohan placed his elbows on the table and shoved his face in his hands. What was he going to do? His daughter was a cold-blooded murder! He couldn't exactly go up to her and lightly slap her arm hoping she would do better next time! She was... she was...
"Victim to Kooler," stated Trunks softly as he rubbed Pan's back. He could feel her breath on his ear. "She told Zarbon a message... in his language that Kooler wanted him to send some sort of report. He might be the leak in our security system."
Gohan raised his head and he looked into Trunks' eyes. He gave a curt nod. "I will talk to him in the morning."
Raditz leaned back in his chair. He continued t gaze at the pre-adult female. "She's not as Kakarot was," stated the saiyan softly as he gazed to Trunks eyes. "Kakarot was taken into Frieza's army when he was already an adult; he just lost his memory. She, however, doesn't have any memories of her true family. Kooler might have been the only family she has ever had."
Trunks looked back down to Pan. He gazed upon her face. She looked... so innocent as she slept. She looked completely relaxed.
"I think I'll retire for the night also," stated the saiyan as he looked down to the female saiyan. "Don't worry Gohan, I'll make sure she's always in my sight. She does have her own room in my apartments-"
"But she could easily escape if she's in a different room than you," interjected Vegeta as he sipped his beverage. "You might want to double door your room," suggested the prince to his son. Double dooring was just a term used when the sliding, saiyan proof door would be used even with the original wooden door was in place (already locked). Double dooring was only used whenever there was a lock down or if someone wished for privacy. No one would be able to go in, or come out unless they used the hidden keypad to the side of the room.
Trunks nodded his head. "I will do so."
"Another thing," added Gohan as looked up to the eyes of the hybrid prince, "Take her to the lab for a moment so they could take a DNA sample from her. I want to confirm that she is indeed my daughter. A hair sample would be the only thing needed, alone with a saliva sample."
Trunks nodded as he stood up from his chair; he currently carried her in his muscular arms as if she were a small child. She continued to sleep peacefully.
"One more thing, son," interjected Vegeta before his son left the area. Trunks turned his head towards his father tilting it slightly. "Make sure she sleeps in your bed tonight."
That made Gohan's ki rise to incredible heights. It made Raditz and Nappa choke on their drinks. Trunks' face became a BRIGHT red.
"Father! She's not even-"
Vegeta held up his palm, "Your bed is big enough. That way, if you feel any strange movement you could immediately wake up and check on her."
Trunks just stared at his father strangely, "But... but... remember that thing about her wanting to KILL me?"
Vegeta shrugged, "Just remove everything considered dangerous or that could be a hazard if broken."
Releasing a sigh, Trunks bit his lip as he nodded. "Yes... sir." He turned around, "Good night everyone." And he walked out of the room with Pan being carried in his muscular arms.
Gohan shook his head as he rubbed his temples. He didn't like this one bit... oh no he didn't. "This is not a good day..."
"Why do you say that?" questioned Nappa as he placed his elbows on the table, "You have your daughter back."
Gohan nodded, "Yes... I should be very enthusiastic... but I just can't bring myself to smile." He shook his head as he lowered his head. "She's been raised to be a killer..." That alone broke Gohan's heart. His own flesh and blood, his only child, was his enemy.
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I am sitting here, in surprise and happiness that you all seem to like this fic now! I am so happy! Now, as I sit here making noise on an oboe reed, I twiddle my thumbs as I come up with the new chapter. I have part of it thought up of... I guess it depends what happens.
Now that school is starting full force tomorrow, I will not be able to update everyday, as I would have liked... It might be two days... three days... three weeks till I update. Now that I'm searching for a job it might take up all my free time. I'm just glad that there's like... 7 more weeks of school till summer vacation. But my updates might not be as quick as they were now. Don't know... I guess I'll just wait till the time comes.
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