Disclaimer: Menow-menow-MENOWOW! Hey! I'm glad you've made it this far, some new comers and some dedicated fans or those who are just curious about how I'll end this story! I have no rights to really tamper with the beautiful work that the original author had in mind for the series, but I just gotta! Me being a fan of Dragonball Z and wanting to see the limits spread forth for all to see! –heavy breathing- yeah, well, I hope I can do it some justice. For all who are reading, will know that the count-down continues. Only two more chapters after this! Oh, I feel like crying! Will I put in a twist at the end or is it really going to END…? I just wanted to remind you that the Death of Dragonball Z is as the title suggests it Dragonball Z is going to die but is that necessarily a bad thing? Me being the biggest fan (in my own eyes) that I can think of eh, on with the story, right? Well, enjoy!

Television references "" Talking ''Thinking Telepathy (and Chapter brakes o.O)

Chapter 11

'I can't breath! I can't breath! Oh God help me! Someone! Oh please! I can't breath!' Cassie's mind screamed as she felt herself beginning to loose consciousness.

Cassie's head rested on the cold tile floor as she felt the pressure all around her threaten to grind her skull directly into it. The heat, it was unbearable and the air was so thick it felt as if she were trying to breath underwater. Dark spots danced in front of her eyes as her body rocked side to side as if she were going to fall. She tried to let out a scream, but all that came out was a choked gasp.

"Cassie! Cassie! Hold on! I knew it was a bad idea to bring you here! Cassie!" a familiar voice called to her, but it too seemed to be underwater.

'No! I mustn't move, if I move, if I should fall, then my ribs will break! I know it!' Cassie thought as she tried to swallow.

Sharp pains were coursing their way up and down and all throughout her spine.

'Oh God! It's going to give! My back's going to break!' Cassie thought.

"Cassie! I'm going to get you out of here right now!" the voice said.

'You coward! How could you! You've only just got here! Are you going to quit? Just like that! You're going to just give up!' her mind screamed to her.

'But, it hurts! It hurts so much! Just make it stop! Oh please, PLEASE! Make the hurting stop!'

"Common Cassie, lets go!" the voice sounded closer.

She suddenly felt pressure on her shoulder.

'I'm going to break!'

'I'm not giving up!'

"NOOOO! Don't touch me!" Cassie suddenly found her voice, loud and clear and very precise.

She gritted her teeth, her breathing still heavy, but her head was lifted a bit more from the floor as she did all she could to turn to look at the person next to her. Tears clouded her vision for a moment before streaming down her face. The form in front of her wavered for a moment before becoming clear. Trunks was kneeling in front of her, wearing his usual outfit. A black shirt tucked in or connected to black pants, separated by the belt that seemed to be built into the outfit. The pants tucked into strange strap-on boots, and wearing that denim jacket of his. A look of shock and concern was on his face. She was still clutching her stomach from when she walked that far into the chamber, just before she fell to her knees and almost cracked her skull on the cement tile of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber living quarters. Blood trickled down from the initial hit.

"Cassie, I don't think this is a good idea, even I had trouble when I first came in here, and I've undergone years of training before this. Cassie, we've got to get you out of here, it's for your own good." Trunks pleaded with her.

Cassie slowly managed to shake her head. The side to side motion making her nauseous, and the pressure on her head made it feel as though her neck might break. Though her breathing had slowed some.

"No, Trunks. I, just," Cassie then swallowed hard, it felt as if all her muscles were defying her at once.

"I just, need, to," she said and managed to look at him.

She gave a weak, wobbly smile and tried to give a laugh, but it came out choked and raspy.

"I need to get used to it, is all" she managed somewhat a full sentence, but it seemed to leave her out of breath as she tried hard to breath and keep from hitting the floor again.

Trunks gave her an uncertain look, one that said 'I'm not so sure about that'.

"Look, I can talk, sorta," she said, desperately trying to multitask the breathing, with the talking and the keeping-from-bashing-the-head-in.

"And my breathing's a lot better," she said wobbling a bit with the last word.

"And I can almost sit up," she said and gave a little heartier laugh as she wobbled a bit more, but Trunks reached out to steady her.

The look was a mixture concern and not-quite-convinced when she flinched under his hand.

"Just imagine, in only five minutes, what I can do in an hour?" she asked, breathing hard.

"At least let me help you to the bed." Trunks said with a sigh.

Cassie thought long and hard about that one.

'I would be nicer to work from the bed, instead of on the floor here.' She thought, then slowly pivoted her head over to look at the bed.

'It's just getting there that I worry about.' She thought as she attempted to pivot her head to look back at Trunks.

'Boy I feel retarded, he's moving around without a care in the world and I'm,' she thought as she looked at Trunks.

"How are you, going to?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"Getting me over there, how?" Cassie was finding it harder to breathe the more she thought about it.

"Oh, I was just going to pick you up and lay you on the bed." He said moving into a crouch, both arms resting on each leg, hands dangling.

A look of fear crossed over her face at the thought of moving that far above the ground, at least, in that room.

"Is that wrong?" Trunks asked, his voice not hiding his surprise at her reaction.

'Oh heck, oh heck, o-heck!' her mind screamed.

"Uh, I don't know," she said uncertainly.

'Well, he could always drag me.' One side of her mind said.

'Heck no!' the other said and then came a mental image of Trunks dragging her across the floor by one of her arms, her body being dragged like dead weight, head drug over every little bump in the tile like it was rocky terrain.

She swallowed hard.

'Bad idea, than what?'

'You could drag yourself, you'd be more careful that way.'

Another mental image was of her slowly trying to make her way to the bed as the entire year passed by, Trunks doing all he needed to in the back grown in fast-forward and her slowly wasting away as she starved to death.

She suddenly felt lightheaded. She then swallowed hard and looked at Trunks.

'Guess I have no choice, I've got to trust him.' She thought and then gave a slight nod.

Understanding seemed to pass over his face as he gave a slight nod back. He then took off his jacket and tossed it absently to the side. He then carefully reached down and around, his forearm resting on her collar bone, his right hand holding her shoulder. Then with his left arm he leaned in so that his shoulder was touching hers. She tensed and waited for a jerk of some kind.

"Its okay, relax a little, trust me. I'm not going to hurt you, I swear it." He said in a coaxing tone that had a slight edge of pleading to it.

Slowly she relaxed, leaning in on his forearm. She gritted her teeth as she found it felt as if it were a cushioned steel bar, like the kind on those really cheep amusement park rides that hold you almost upside down several hundred feet up in the air.

"Now, I'm going to lean you back, but don't worry, I'll have your head and neck supported, okay? You ready?" he asked.

Cassie gave a quick breath inward and then did her best to nod.

"Remember to relax." He said.

She forced herself to relax as much as her body would allow. The world of white swirled by slowly as he laid her back, her head cupped between his shoulder and his bicep. Heat rose in her cheeks as she realized she had to completely depend on him for not only her safety, but her entire movement. She stared up at the blank ceiling, but realized that now that her torso was fully extended, it made it a whole lot easier to breath. Once she was balanced on his shoulder, he lowered himself down a bit to make it easier to reach under her knees to pick her up. She felt her head roll back and suddenly felt as if she were completely exposed. The heat in her cheeks flared up even more as she tried to swallow hard. As he slowly stood with her it felt as if her stomach was going to force itself out through her spine. She gave an involuntary moan as the nauseous-ness overcame her.

"Are you alright Cassie?" he asked looking down at her.

She could only look up at him with her eyes. She gave a weak smile.

"Yeah, just felt a little sick there." She said.

'This is a horrible ride! I wanna get off!' she thought as she swayed some in the mere motion of him walking her over to the bed.

The distraction though, was the soft breath she could feel on her neck as he carried her.

'You-dork-you-dork-you-DORK! Stop-it-stop-it-stop-it!' she yelled at herself mentally as she pushed whatever it was she was feeling out with a giant heave-ho.

Her eyes were held tightly shut as she felt herself being lowered to the bed. With her head on the pillow he did his best to gently move his arm from underneath her and make sure her legs were lying strait.

"There, how do you feel? Better?" he asked.

The bed felt strangely soft, almost as if she were lying on air. It was a relief beyond comparison. She lay there simply breathing for a moment. She then breathed in deeply and let it out slowly.

"Yeah, it feels much better." She said, her voice a content sigh.

"I guess compared to the floor, anything would be." He said with a slight smile and then sat down on the floor.

"Huh?" she asked, noticing that he was sitting down next to her.

"I'm not here for any training of my own; I'm here to help you. So, get some rest and then we'll see what we can do about getting you moving again." He said.

Cassie didn't remember closing her eyes, but she suddenly found herself dreaming.

The sun was warm and bright, it felt like spring. Cassie stood out in the middle of a large field filled with tall, golden grass that swayed and bent to a soft strong breeze. Cassie stood there in a white sun dress, holding on to a large, white, floppy sun hat that sat on her head. She was looking out at the rolling fields and the swaying trees. 'Am I, home?' she thought. "Cassie!" a voice called somewhere behind her. "Hey! Cassie! What are you doing out here? Don't you know we've got work to do? Mom's going to kill us!" the voice said as it got closer. Cassie turned to see a tall boy running towards her. 'Is that? No, but, what is he doing here?' Cassie thought to herself.

"Cassie? Cassie?" a voice was calling to her.

She slowly opened her eyes and remembered where she was. She turned her head and saw Trunks sitting by the bed Indian style. He looked completely serious.

"Trunks?" she asked.

"You've been asleep for days. If we don't get anything done soon, I can't see how you're going to learn anything in a year." He said.

Cassie then looked back at the ceiling.

'I've already forgotten who I saw in that dream. I was back at home, but, it wasn't right. Who ever it was, I felt like he should've been there.' Cassie thought.

"Yeah, I guess your right. I'm going to get started now and I won't give up until we've gotten somewhere." She said, then looked back at Trunks.

At first he seemed taken back by what she had said, then he gave her a curt nod. Cassie then took a deep breath and slowly lifted her arm. It felt as though it weighted at least twenty pounds.

'But it's not impossible to move.' She thought, lowering her arm to lift the other.

At first her movement was shaky, but the more she repeated the motion the smooth the action became. She then felt this sense of accomplishment, she even felt excited.

'Don't think about it, just do it!' she thought.

Then, with all her might, she tried to sit up. With a giant heave she almost made it. She was only a few inches from sitting up entirely. She gritted her teeth as her body wouldn't allow her to move any further, not even that one or two inches.

'My body, it's so cramped from just laying in bed those few days. I've got to,' she thought as she strained some more.

'I've got to,' she thought as she focused on her legs.

Her knees slowly rose as she dug her heals into the mattress.

'I've got to MOVE!' her mind screamed.

She had given an involuntary cry as she pushed herself beyond the two inches she was aiming for and collapsed forward, her arms resting on her thighs. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead and she was breathing heavily. She then looked over at Trunks, who didn't seem to know what to do. She then gave him a small smile and then dragged her feet off the bed so that she was now sitting on the edge of the bed. She then paused a moment to catcher breath.

'Just don't think about it.' She thought as she leaned forward, tried to find some sort of balance, and then attempted to stand.

'Its like wearing a hundred pounds on each shoulder!' she thought as she finally stood, her legs wobbling slightly, but her refusing to fall.

"Lets start by walking, and then we'll see what we can do from there. Sound good?" She asked him, her voice a wavering a bit.

He then stood up, gave a small smile and then nodded.

The first month and a half was dedicated entirely to just relearning how to do the simple things, to get her back to the free motion she was used to in the real world, (well, what was considered to be that in terms of the Z universe).

"I guess we'll start the real training tomorrow, huh?" Cassie said sitting down at the table that sat not too far from the bed.

"Yeah, I guess, that is if you feel you're up to it." Trunks said moving towards the kitchen area.

A kettle of tea had been brewing as they were testing Cassie's movement. He returned to the table, sat down a white mug in front of Cassie and then sat down across from her holding his own, navy blue mug. He closed his eyes, blew on the tea and then took a careful sip. Cassie then let out a content and almost happy sigh. This got Trunks to look up from his cup with a questioning look.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Oh, it's just that, it feels great to finally get the hang of this. I'm really glad I don't have to be too much of a burden to you any more." Cassie said happily and then took a sip.

"Don't mention it, you weren't a burden at all. I've actually enjoyed it." Trunks said looking down into his tea.

This got Cassie to look up at him. When he realized she was looking up at him, he stared at her for a moment. She then gave him a smile.

"Yeah, me too. I've really liked the past couple of weeks, you're actually a pretty swell guy." She said.

"Uh, thanks, but I don't know about all that." He said quickly looking down at his tea again, a small trace of red lined his cheeks and the brim of his nose.

The smile Cassie had softened.

'I don't know why, but, I'm really happy it was him that I had to partner up with. He's just so kind and patient. He was never this way on the show, I don't think. Or maybe it was that he had to be himself, or to himself, before he could act this way. Maybe it was because he was always under Vageta, and now that he's in a teaching role, he can really shine.' Cassie thought to herself as she took sips of her tea, every once and a while glancing up at Trunks.

She then realized something else.

'His hair has gotten longer since Bulma had cut it for him again. He looks a lot better with this look.' She thought.

Trunks' hair had grown past his ears and swayed some when ever he turned his head. Trunks then took notice that she was staring at him.

'His eyes, they're so blue. Was that because of Bulma? Yeah, I'm pretty sure Bulma's eyes are blue.' She was thinking.

Cassie didn't realize she was staring until she noticed Trunks had blinked several times repeatedly, a questioning look on his face.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Uh, I was just noticing how blue your eyes were." Cassie stammered a bit.

'AHHH! You idiot! You just told him your thoughts! Just blurted it out! You can be such a dummy!' she thought, her face suddenly feeling hot.

She quickly raised the mug to hide her face. Trunks' suddenly had a surprised look, the red on his cheeks deepening.

'Oh, this is awkward.' Cassie thought, so she quickly sat down her mug.

But as she did so did he.

"How about we start on that training?" they said in unison.

They both smiled nervously. Cassie looked down and then back up at him. Trunks was standing.

"Yeah, how about we get started on some of the harder parts, and then we'll just work from there." He said walking over to where she was and then waited for her to stand.

The look seemed to be a mixture of something Cassie couldn't quite read. It was like he was forcing himself to go about like nothing happened.

'It's all for the best, cause nothing happened. Really, nothing at all.' Cassie thought as she pushed away whatever it was that transpired a minute ago.

"Yeah, sounds good to me! Let's get started!" Cassie said happily and stood.

She watched his back as he lead the way to the edge of the chamber. The denim jacket didn't come all the way down to the waist line, it just barely came down past the shoulder blades.

'He's got a small waist.' She thought absently before she realized what she was thinking.

'Oh no! That was wrong! Why would I be thinking about that?' she thought and then tried shaking her head to get rid of the thoughts.

But as she was trying to literally shake the thoughts from her head, Trunks had came to a stop and Cassie ran right into the back of him. Right after the collision she took almost a leap back.

'Oh gosh, what if I touched his butt! OH NO!' Cassie thought, her face so red that she could hardly see.

"I'm-so-sorry!" she said in one breath as if it were one word.

He only blinked at her as he turned towards her.

"Um, no problem." He said uncertainly and then looked into the void.

"Well, this is where things get rather, complicated. The further you go out, the more the gravity increases, but whatever ability you want to work on is more efficient the further you go out. We'll just work close by and then work our way further out." He said pointing out into the vastness of the chamber.

The motion brought her attention to his chest. There was a moving shadow, and that shadow actually was the separation between his shirt and his chest. Cassie forced herself to look out to where his finger was pointing.

'This is bad, this is really, really, bad!' she thought.

"Is this going to be a problem?" he asked.

She shook her head a little to rapidly.

"No, no, no! This isn't a problem at all! I have complete control of myself!" she said a little too loud.

An eyebrow went up. Cassie than slapped both her hands over her mouth at once. Her face so red her hair was practically steaming.

'What the heck! What was that! Oh, I really need to get a hold of myself!' Cassie thought.

"Well, yeah, I have no doubt about that. Well, lets get going." Trunks then turned after hesitating for a moment, not really sure what just happened and then casually walked off the first step and a few feet into the white space.

Cassie then took a deep breath and then nodded. She took a large step out, which was a mistake, because gravity quickly took hold and she fell to her knees. The pressure began to crash at her from all sides.

'It's, it's just like it was when I first came here!' she thought as she held her eyes shut and gritted her teeth.

But now her body knew what it was, it had became familiar with that feeling and she was able, with a good deal of effort, able to stand.

"Yeah, it takes some getting used to." Trunks said with a slight sympathetic smile.

She then managed to give a slight smile back.

"Now! To make this easier, you can pull the energy from inside you and expand it through out your body, then you can push it out against this force of gravity." Trunks said walking a little in front of her.

Cassie just kind of blinked at him for a moment. All that was missing was the word 'Huh?' written on her forehead.

"It shouldn't be too hard for you now, now that you've gotten used to moving around in the living space, your body should know its power by now." Trunks urged.

Cassie then looked down at her hands, but her focus was on what she was feeling. And sure enough, there it was, this trembling, bubbling energy in her. She felt warm, it was sort of an excited energy, and when she concentrated more on it, it spread. Soon if seemed to fill her whole body, with a little extra push she felt it seem to seep and radiate from her skin.

'Wow! This is it! I've never felt anything like it!' she thought happily as she pushed it even more.

Instead of feeling tired, like she did the first time, she felt energized. Even more surprising was that the more she pushed out, the lighter she felt, soon she was able to stand up-right. Her arms were spread out, a huge smile on her face as she looked to Trunks with excitement. He smiled sincerely, truly happy for her and yet there was an edge of pride.

"Alright! I think I'm ready! Really ready!" she said to him.

He then nodded.

"Lets start with the basics." He said and then lifted arm up into a ninety degree angle, his hand curled into a fist.

He faced his forearm towards her.

"I want you to kick me." He said calmly.

"Kick you?" she asked uncertainly.

"Yes, we've got to work on the most basic maneuvers before we can move on to the more advanced." He said.

"Oh, I see, right!" she said with a quick nod.

She widened her stance and then went to kick. Her leg went up, but he had to lower his arm to catch it. It was her shin that connected. She dropped her leg, her shin throbbing. She blinked for a few minutes.

"Ow, ow, ow." She said crouching down and rubbing her shin.

"Now, what you did wrong was that you didn't aim properly and you didn't turn you foot for proper bracing. You're supposed to turn your bracing foot with a kick and you're supposed to make contact with the top of your foot." He explained.

She looked up at him, then stood up with renewed determination.

"Right, lets try that again." He said.

By the end of that day, she had expended her energy and had to be carried back on Trunks' back. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs were held by Trunks' arms. Her cheek was next to his ear as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Sorry, Trunks. We didn't get much done today, did we?" she asked sadly.

"Don't be silly, we got a lot done, if you keep this up, we might see a really big change when we're done." Trunks said softly.

"But will it be enough? Enough to help the others against Cell?" she asked, a twang of pain her voice.

Trunks let out a soft gasp, as if he weren't prepared to answer that sort of question.

"Don't worry about it. Just take things a step at a time. We'll see what comes when it gets here, okay?" he asked.

"Mmmm, yeah, I guess you're right. Thank you, Trunks." She said and slowly drifted to sleep.

Trunks took her to the bed and laid her down. Without thinking he had pulled the covers over her and then found himself staring at her sleeping face. He then found himself touching her face lightly with his finger tips. When he finally realized this, he jerked his hand away.

"What am I doing?" he asked himself and then turned and walked off, determined to do something else.

Cassie was only half asleep.

'Trunks.' She thought as she went into a dream.

It was the same field, the same dress, the same wind and the same person calling to her again.

The days seemed to stretch on. Each day she grew a little stronger, each day she went a little further. Trunks was having to block a little quicker as her attacks became more proficient. Cassie found herself pushing him back more and more into the void of the chamber. The thrill of the challenge pushing her further. The days had long since passed when Trunks had to yell out instructions and various attacks.

It seemed to her as natural as breathing, and it came to the point when something inside her swelled and without thinking she grabbed it in her hands and threw it out at Trunks. It was an energy attack. The ball of light left her hands before she realized what it was, and Trunks barely had enough time to jump back and block. There was a small cloud of smoke and the smell of something burnt. She could only blink and then look down at her hands. Trunks looked up at her with equal surprise.

"Very good." He said, still a little stunned.

Cassie laughed happily and jumped up and down.

"Wow! This is so neat! I, I can't believe I could do that! It's almost like I can't believe I couldn't do it before!" she said happily.

"Well, it is pretty amazing how quick you seem to pick things up. You're really giving me a run for my money." He said just looking at her with a smile.

Suddenly a thought came to her.

"How about I try this one!" she said widening her stance.

"Huh?" Trunks asked, tilting his head to the side.

She then put her hands to the side in a classic Goku-stance.

"Uh, that wouldn't happen to be," he didn't finish before she started.

"Ka," she said concentrating hard, and with it came the familiar sound of humming as energy started to form a small ball in her hands.

"Me," she said, getting more excited.

"I don't think," Trunks said nerviously.

"Haaaa," she said, feeling it build more, pushing her hands out.

"Meeee," she said, not noticing that was trying to tell her something, as she felt the ball lock into place.

"HA!" she said and thrust the ball out in front of her, like she had seen Goku do a thousand times.

But, instead of the Kamehameha wave, there came a loud popping noise as the energy dispersed and a slight sizzle of smoke as she fell backward. Trunks quickly walked up to her as she lay there with huge swirls for eyes.

"Like I was saying, I don't think that was such a good idea." He said with a slight sigh and shook his head.

"Why not?" Cassie said, a slight waver to her voice, like she had just gotten off a really spiny ride.

"Because you used most of your energy to pull off the first attack, you didn't have enough to follow with another one, you dummy." He said, but there was amusement in his voice.

"Common, let's get you back, alright?" he said, his hands on his knees as he looked down at her.

'Trunks, you've changed so much. When did you start looking at me like that?' Cassie thought as she saw this unusual shine to his eyes and kindness to his smile.

"Uh, yeah, that's a good idea. We could start again in a couple of hours." She said as he then leaned down, let her wrap her arms around his neck and then picked her up, one arm on her back and one under her knees.

"Make that, tomorrow. We'll start again tomorrow." He said.

When he saw she looked slightly disappointed he gave a small laugh.

"Common! The only one who works more than you do when it comes to training, is my dad." He said laughing a little more.

She seemed a little taken aback by the smoothness of his conversation, and his openness.

"Trust me, the more rest you have, the more energy you'll have." He said as he lay her in the bed.

'Why is my heart pounding so hard?' Cassie suddenly thought as in one moment of him laying her down, their cheeks touched.

Suddenly she was reluctant to take her arms from around his neck. Trunks noticed this and turned to look at her. Their noses only a fraction of an inch apart. Both their cheeks grew red.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice wavering a bit.

Cassie then let her arms fall from around his neck, her suddenly very aware of what he looked like.

'He seems so real and yet, a little too perfect.' She thought, looking from the waver of his clear blue eyes, to the slight pink of his cheeks, to his well formed mouth, to the silky lavender hair that had grown lightly past his shoulders.

Suddenly she noticed his shoulders as well. They weren't too built, but they had more then enough definition to them. She found herself looking away.

"I'm sorry!" she said abruptly.

'No, this is wrong. It's so wrong!' she thought.

'I can't be thinking like that, we've still got a little over eight months together, if this gets complicated, if I can't,' she thought.

She then felt him sit on the bed, he then placed a hand on her knee.

"What is it? What's wrong? You haven't done anything that needs to be apologized for." Trunks asked, uncertainty was buried underneath the concern.

She then suddenly found herself with her arms around him, her head pressed against his chest. It took him by such surprise that for a moment he didn't move at all.

"Ca-Cassie?" he asked uncertainly and slightly surprised.

"I'm so, so, sorry! All this time! All this time, you've been helping me! I've been getting stronger! I'm so far from home and haven't felt anything like this at all! You've helped me so much, I don't think it'd be fair for me to ask for anything more! Oh Trunks! What should I do?" she cried, pain tearing through her heart as the first realization seemed to hit her like the first time she came into the chamber.

"Cassie? What is it? Tell me." Trunks said, finding himself more than concerned.

"Trunks, I," Cassie said, slowly trying to build herself up to say what she never thought she should say.

"I think," she said wavering a bit.

'What? You what! I can't believe this!' her mind seemed to say as she felt numb.

"Go on Cassie, you know you can tell me anything." Trunks said, finally relaxing some and even began to stroke her hair some, as if to try to calm her.

"I think I love you!" she called out, as if to make the greatest confession of her life.

Chapter End

Oops. Boy-oh-boy. Now ain't that a cliff-hanger! I do believe that was my best one yet! What do you think? Oh the questions it poses! Will he reject her, will their love grow? What will happen once DBZ is done for? Can they keep that kind of love, or is this girl going to have to mend a broken heart? Well, there's a little over eight months to go in the chamber, then there's the fight with Cell, so much to write in only two more chapters! Plus you can't forget the dramatic conclusion! I've already gotten the big idea for the plot twist at the end, so the last chapter's already thought out I know how it's going to end. Oh, yeah, and I'm working on the next chapter even as we speak, so it'll be posted even quicker then this one was! So don't worry! The next one is on the way! Ja Ne for now! Your pal, Usarea.