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Author's Notes: Wow. Has it been that long? Finally edited this chapter to my liking. Enjoy.
Chapter 23: I Hate You
Vegeta lay unconscious on the ground of the gravity room. The only other occupant of the room was Jita.
She had beaten her brother.
And she was still angry.
She left Vegeta where he lay, know he would recover shortly. Eventually he'd want a rematch, and would probably beat her.
She didn't care. She just wanted another person to thrash.
She ran upstairs to find Trunks. He wasn't there. She searched for his ki, and finally felt it in the library.
Darn.
Gohan was there also.
Darn again.
And where was Kakarrot? Oh yeah. Chichi said something about going out that night.
Darn yet again.
"I have to spar with someone!" she ranted futily. "But the only other Saiyan is . . ."
It was risky, but she could stand unresolved issues just as much as she could stand failing grades on ethics papers.
She hated ethics papers.
"I don't need ethics anyway."
*****
The peace of the evening was shattered. Not by Tien and Chaotzu. Not by Piccolo. Not by Trunks. Not even by Goku.
Goten had been dreading this moment - perhaps more than he dreaded facing his dad.
There she was, beautiful as ever. Her hair blonde. Her eyes teal and glinting madly. She was glaring in an unspoken challenge.
Goten's human side told him do refuse the challenge. To reject her for all the pain she had caused. His Saiyan side told him to smash her face in for all the pain she had caused.
The Saiyan side won.
The fight was a rather desperate one - one from out of anger, pain, and perhaps even the attraction they had for each other. The year of separation had reached its boiling point.
And in minutes it was over. Jita had been thrown down - and wasn't getting up. She wasn't injured.
She was crying.
Immediately Goten forgot about his grudge against Jita at the sound of her heart-killing sobs. He took her in his arms, only to have her push him away.
"Why don't you leave me alone? Why won't you get out of my head? You've been haunting me for a year, and I can't take it anymore! Kiss me or kill me! I don't care which."
Goten's features hardened. "You can't use me like this. Just being together won't make everything all right. Besides - I hate you."
"I hate you even more!"
"Well, then. Since that's cleared up I guess I can kiss you now."
And kiss they did.
"I still hate you," Jita said breathlessly.
Goten simply smiled.
*****
"Why Sarah?"
Jita looked up from where she'd been sitting, trying to recover from the battle. That one kiss hadn't kept them from fighting. Not even the second . . . or the third . . . Goten was admittedly stronger in body, but Jita was the smarter and more experienced fighter. It all tended to even out. But she was still exhausted, as was he. "What do you mean?"
Goten bit back a yawn. Man, was he tired. "I mean, it's just a weird name. Doesn't sound a bit like Jita."
"It was a nondescript name. And . . . well . . ." She broke off, embarrassed.
This only got Goten more interested. "What?"
"Before I came to Earth, I familiarized myself with certain aspects of the culture so I could blend in. I listened to "The Phantom of the Opera." I took Sarah from Sarah Brightman, the woman who played the female lead."
"Oh," Goten said, completely out of his depth. "Wasn't that Natalie Portman?"
"What? Wait, you're thinking of "The Phantom Menace." Big difference. One is some of the greatest music ever written. The other is a bad attempt at continuing a proven money-making film trilogy by a man who thinks too much of himself."
Goten laughed.
"Are you laughing at me?" Jita was a little surprised at his gall.
"Yes. It's just that - well - you're really good at blending in. I mean, you know so much about Earth, and you're going to college. You fit in here better than I do."
Jita yawned and stretched her arms, working the soreness out of her muscles. "It's not really a good thing. I'm just talented at blending in. I'm a fast learner. But it helped that you live where people speak Common. I didn't have to learn another language."
The two passed a few minutes in silence. Jita checked her watch, only to realize it had been broken in the fight (along with her wrist, but she had healed that easily). How annoying.
The night was clear, yet moonless. The two Saiyans could only see each other by the light of the small fire Goten had made. The fire crackled and sent tiny sparks in the air, sparks formed and faded faster than they could keep up with. Jita shivered and drew closer to the fire. Why did she have to inhabit such an incredibly cold planet? Everywhere she went was covered in ice and snow, and she couldn't ward off the dull ache of chill, no matter how warmly she dressed. She'd taken to automatically adding a jacket to every outfit. Only a few days in summer was she ever really comfortable.
Goten noticed her shivering, but decided not to mention it. There wasn't much he could do about it besides stoke the fire to keep it going. He had nothing in the way of blankets or jackets. He had no need of such accoutrements. They would only get in the way. Plus, she would get angry at any such offer.
This - was strange. It felt right; it felt good, but it was still strange. Who was this girl anyway? How could he feel so at ease around a person who he had hated a few short hours before? He had cursed her name - almost nightly. Was it her he hated - or himself? He'd thought this time in the wilderness has given him a better grasp of himself and every one else, but that night had shattered his understanding. He suddenly wanted to start over, maybe by learning everything about the beautiful creature before him.
Jita smiled softly. She had been reading his facial expression, highlighted orange in the flickering flames. He had the most expressive face, especially now that he didn't seem as guarded. He was always guarded around others, but never around her. It made it easy to tell what the young man was thinking. "You're wanting to know about me, aren't you? I can understand that. After all, you've told me all about you."
Goten bit back a hurtful remark. He hadn't fully recovered from that betrayal. Jita noticed this, but decided there was not much she could say. So she began her tale, "During the fight, I know Trunks told you about my origins. I was listening, though I guess I should have been concentrating on the fight. No matter. So you know about my early life."
"Yes. I pumped Trunks for details later. You were born without a tail, which I don't think is such a big deal, and you had to earn the titles of princess and warrior in a fight. You somehow survived Planet Vegeta's destruction, and you were allowed to enlist in Frieza's elite army. Vegeta raised you, but killed you later when Frieza found out you were planning to organize a rebellion against him."
Jita nodded. "Hmph. All true, in the sparest detail. He didn't tell you anything else?"
Goten frowned. "No. Why would he? That's all he knew."
'Good. Vegeta didn't tell anyone.' "Oh. Well, when I died, I felt nothing but a need for vengeance against Frieza and my brother. Therefore," she took a breath, "Isoldmysoul."
"Huh?" Goten asked, hoping he'd heard wrong.
"I sold my soul," Jita repeated slowly. "For vengeance. There was this man - the Lord of the Lower Realms of Hell. He was the only one who would train me with my intent."
The shivering became more pronounced and less controllable, much to Jita's displeasure. Goten was desperately trying to process this information. How could she not have a soul? He saw too much in her eyes, the poetic windows to the soul. "Why?"
Anger flashed across Jita's features. "I told you. For vengeance. I - was young. And stupid. And angry. I didn't have anything else to live for - I wasn't even alive. I just wanted to mean something, even if it was evil. Death came unexpected, and it was so meaningless. Do you understand?"
'Yes,' Goten thought, glaring back at her. "Is it so important that I understand?"
Jita's eyes widened, and then dropped to look at the ground. "No," she lied. "What's done is done. I got the training. I got revived. I didn't take revenge. I'll live with the consequences."
Goten was about to ask what she meant, but her silence spoke volumes. What did he think happened to damned souls? They went to hell, one way or the other. Only now, she wouldn't be quite as - favored - as if she had taken the revenge. He felt the sudden urge to change the subject. "So - um - what happened after you came back to life? It couldn't have been coincidence that you just happened to come upon the one planet Saiyans were on."
Jita looked up, startled from her brooding. "No. It wasn't coincidence. When I woke up alive, I was on a planet I didn't recognize at first. It was too barren, and there were ruins everywhere. Alien skeletons were strewn about, all with Kold armor. I had my suspicions then, but I didn't want to jump to any conclusions. When I finally found a working scouter, I found out I was on the Planet Frieza, in the very room I'd died before. I suppose that made sense, but the complete destruction of the place threw me. The scouter also had records of what took place on Namek. You can imagine how that felt. I didn't exactly get news of the mortal universe in hell, and I'd just assumed both Frieza and Vegeta would still be alive. But they had both died.
But I knew Saiyans were out there, so I set out to find them. It took a huge amount of time, but I was finally able to get to Historia. I'd spared the planet once, so they kept all the Saiyan relics we were able to save. I went there to take the relics, and I figured the historians would be the only ones to know the truth of what happened to the Kold Empire. After I could convince them I wasn't a ghost, they told me that the Saiyan named Goku, or Kakarrot, currently resided on Earth. There had also been rumors of a Saiyan that had squashed most of the Kold Empire forces, but they didn't know if that was Goku or someone else.
So, I came to Earth. I kind of wandered aimlessly for a while. I didn't want to give my identity away, so I hid my powers. The biggest problem was that I didn't have the greatest ki-sense. Still don't, really. My control of ki is superior to most, since that is what my hell training mostly consisted of, but there are only a few people in the lower realms of hell. I didn't get that much practice sensing ki there. So it WAS coincidence that I found you. I could tell you were a Saiyan right off. Mostly because you were sparring with Trunks at the time. I could place you as Kakkarot's son, since you looked so much like him, and your uncle Raditz, and your grandfather Bardock. But Trunks was another story. He didn't even look Saiyan. I just couldn't place him. So, I knew there had to be another full-blooded Saiyan. I had to know who it was before I revealed my identity. So, I furthered my disguise and socialized with you."
Goten had been listening in silence, but something bugged him. "Why didn't you just go out with Trunks," he said bitterly. "You could have met his father sooner."
Jita frowned, realizing the logic of that argument. "I - don't know. I guess - um - well - you were more attractive."
Goten looked at her in surprise and confusion. "Me? I'm not the one all the girls swoon over. Trunks is."
Jita scoffed. "Oh, please. Purple hair? Do you realize how gay that looks?"
Goten tried to contain his laughter, but failed miserably. He'd always thought the same thing, but wouldn't tell that to his best friend. "And? What happened then?"
Jita rubbed her arms briskly to get some warmth back. "You know the rest, actually."
The conversation died an awkward death. Neither knew what to say. And it seemed like they had talked too much, despite the year of separation, with only a few words passed between them. Goten had gotten unused to talking at all.
Not only that, he was so afraid that everything would change in the morning. Maybe this was just a freaky mood swing for her. It wasn't unheard of. In the morning, she would close up - never speak to him. Or say something hateful. He couldn't bear that. He couldn't stand to be hurt again. No matter how superhumanly, or supersaiyanly, strong he was - she could break him if he let her get too close.
"I'd like to learn that kamehame attack of yours," Jita said out of the blue, though if she had told the truth, she would have said, "I'd like to spend time with you, because I don't want to be left alone."
"Sure," Goten answered. "But it's easy. I 'd like to learn a few of your ki techniques." Though if HE was telling the truth, he'd have said, "I like you, and I'm taking a chance. Just please don't hurt me."
But the unsaid was mostly understood.
Jita got up and stretched. "I have a mid-term tomorrow. I need to get back so I can study."
Goten looked at the glorious sunrise, somehow more glorious this morning than all the others he'd watched. "But it's so beautiful here." He paused as Jita suddenly flinched, apparently for no reason. "What's wrong?"
Jita's eyes narrowed, as if sizing him up. She was clutching her forearm and backing away. "I've really got to go." There was a hunt of almost fear in her voice.
Goten pondered her reactions for a moment, but then shrugged them off. "Well, come back whenever. You know I'll be here."
Jita stared at him for a minute, and then forced herself to relax. As she began to fly back to the university, she thought, 'It wasn't a dream. I was afraid it was a dream.'
Goten closed his eyes, weary in body and mind from the night. Those events hadn't really sunk in, but one thing had sunk in. He loved her. Not enough to spout sonnets yet. But it was enough to want to be with her after what he knew about her. He wanted to help her. It was true she didn't have a soul, or at least didn't own her soul, but everyone got a second chance. Vegeta came back from being majin, when he'd pretty much sold his soul. He'd already come out of being evil once before. Other people, too. Android 18 was now a good person, though his mother and brother had told him how evil she was before Cell - how she'd wanted to kill his father. And not to forget Buu, who's first form was changed to good by Mr. Satan and a puppy. People could change.
Goten laid back, exhaustion finally overtaking him as he watched to orange embers from the remnants of his fire finally die and turn black. He smiled, and his last conscious thought was, 'I won't let her go to hell.'
Author's Notes: Thanks to my reviewers: Omega (the waiting is finally over. Just in time to start waiting all over again), Dark Wolf (I spent the longest time writing that scene with Vegeta. It's hard to get the Vegeta/Jita sibling relationship believable. Maybe because I don't have siblings), Ssjgoddesschico (Thanks for getting my name out. Hope it works), and Anonymous Cat. See y'all.
Author's Notes: Wow. Has it been that long? Finally edited this chapter to my liking. Enjoy.
Chapter 23: I Hate You
Vegeta lay unconscious on the ground of the gravity room. The only other occupant of the room was Jita.
She had beaten her brother.
And she was still angry.
She left Vegeta where he lay, know he would recover shortly. Eventually he'd want a rematch, and would probably beat her.
She didn't care. She just wanted another person to thrash.
She ran upstairs to find Trunks. He wasn't there. She searched for his ki, and finally felt it in the library.
Darn.
Gohan was there also.
Darn again.
And where was Kakarrot? Oh yeah. Chichi said something about going out that night.
Darn yet again.
"I have to spar with someone!" she ranted futily. "But the only other Saiyan is . . ."
It was risky, but she could stand unresolved issues just as much as she could stand failing grades on ethics papers.
She hated ethics papers.
"I don't need ethics anyway."
*****
The peace of the evening was shattered. Not by Tien and Chaotzu. Not by Piccolo. Not by Trunks. Not even by Goku.
Goten had been dreading this moment - perhaps more than he dreaded facing his dad.
There she was, beautiful as ever. Her hair blonde. Her eyes teal and glinting madly. She was glaring in an unspoken challenge.
Goten's human side told him do refuse the challenge. To reject her for all the pain she had caused. His Saiyan side told him to smash her face in for all the pain she had caused.
The Saiyan side won.
The fight was a rather desperate one - one from out of anger, pain, and perhaps even the attraction they had for each other. The year of separation had reached its boiling point.
And in minutes it was over. Jita had been thrown down - and wasn't getting up. She wasn't injured.
She was crying.
Immediately Goten forgot about his grudge against Jita at the sound of her heart-killing sobs. He took her in his arms, only to have her push him away.
"Why don't you leave me alone? Why won't you get out of my head? You've been haunting me for a year, and I can't take it anymore! Kiss me or kill me! I don't care which."
Goten's features hardened. "You can't use me like this. Just being together won't make everything all right. Besides - I hate you."
"I hate you even more!"
"Well, then. Since that's cleared up I guess I can kiss you now."
And kiss they did.
"I still hate you," Jita said breathlessly.
Goten simply smiled.
*****
"Why Sarah?"
Jita looked up from where she'd been sitting, trying to recover from the battle. That one kiss hadn't kept them from fighting. Not even the second . . . or the third . . . Goten was admittedly stronger in body, but Jita was the smarter and more experienced fighter. It all tended to even out. But she was still exhausted, as was he. "What do you mean?"
Goten bit back a yawn. Man, was he tired. "I mean, it's just a weird name. Doesn't sound a bit like Jita."
"It was a nondescript name. And . . . well . . ." She broke off, embarrassed.
This only got Goten more interested. "What?"
"Before I came to Earth, I familiarized myself with certain aspects of the culture so I could blend in. I listened to "The Phantom of the Opera." I took Sarah from Sarah Brightman, the woman who played the female lead."
"Oh," Goten said, completely out of his depth. "Wasn't that Natalie Portman?"
"What? Wait, you're thinking of "The Phantom Menace." Big difference. One is some of the greatest music ever written. The other is a bad attempt at continuing a proven money-making film trilogy by a man who thinks too much of himself."
Goten laughed.
"Are you laughing at me?" Jita was a little surprised at his gall.
"Yes. It's just that - well - you're really good at blending in. I mean, you know so much about Earth, and you're going to college. You fit in here better than I do."
Jita yawned and stretched her arms, working the soreness out of her muscles. "It's not really a good thing. I'm just talented at blending in. I'm a fast learner. But it helped that you live where people speak Common. I didn't have to learn another language."
The two passed a few minutes in silence. Jita checked her watch, only to realize it had been broken in the fight (along with her wrist, but she had healed that easily). How annoying.
The night was clear, yet moonless. The two Saiyans could only see each other by the light of the small fire Goten had made. The fire crackled and sent tiny sparks in the air, sparks formed and faded faster than they could keep up with. Jita shivered and drew closer to the fire. Why did she have to inhabit such an incredibly cold planet? Everywhere she went was covered in ice and snow, and she couldn't ward off the dull ache of chill, no matter how warmly she dressed. She'd taken to automatically adding a jacket to every outfit. Only a few days in summer was she ever really comfortable.
Goten noticed her shivering, but decided not to mention it. There wasn't much he could do about it besides stoke the fire to keep it going. He had nothing in the way of blankets or jackets. He had no need of such accoutrements. They would only get in the way. Plus, she would get angry at any such offer.
This - was strange. It felt right; it felt good, but it was still strange. Who was this girl anyway? How could he feel so at ease around a person who he had hated a few short hours before? He had cursed her name - almost nightly. Was it her he hated - or himself? He'd thought this time in the wilderness has given him a better grasp of himself and every one else, but that night had shattered his understanding. He suddenly wanted to start over, maybe by learning everything about the beautiful creature before him.
Jita smiled softly. She had been reading his facial expression, highlighted orange in the flickering flames. He had the most expressive face, especially now that he didn't seem as guarded. He was always guarded around others, but never around her. It made it easy to tell what the young man was thinking. "You're wanting to know about me, aren't you? I can understand that. After all, you've told me all about you."
Goten bit back a hurtful remark. He hadn't fully recovered from that betrayal. Jita noticed this, but decided there was not much she could say. So she began her tale, "During the fight, I know Trunks told you about my origins. I was listening, though I guess I should have been concentrating on the fight. No matter. So you know about my early life."
"Yes. I pumped Trunks for details later. You were born without a tail, which I don't think is such a big deal, and you had to earn the titles of princess and warrior in a fight. You somehow survived Planet Vegeta's destruction, and you were allowed to enlist in Frieza's elite army. Vegeta raised you, but killed you later when Frieza found out you were planning to organize a rebellion against him."
Jita nodded. "Hmph. All true, in the sparest detail. He didn't tell you anything else?"
Goten frowned. "No. Why would he? That's all he knew."
'Good. Vegeta didn't tell anyone.' "Oh. Well, when I died, I felt nothing but a need for vengeance against Frieza and my brother. Therefore," she took a breath, "Isoldmysoul."
"Huh?" Goten asked, hoping he'd heard wrong.
"I sold my soul," Jita repeated slowly. "For vengeance. There was this man - the Lord of the Lower Realms of Hell. He was the only one who would train me with my intent."
The shivering became more pronounced and less controllable, much to Jita's displeasure. Goten was desperately trying to process this information. How could she not have a soul? He saw too much in her eyes, the poetic windows to the soul. "Why?"
Anger flashed across Jita's features. "I told you. For vengeance. I - was young. And stupid. And angry. I didn't have anything else to live for - I wasn't even alive. I just wanted to mean something, even if it was evil. Death came unexpected, and it was so meaningless. Do you understand?"
'Yes,' Goten thought, glaring back at her. "Is it so important that I understand?"
Jita's eyes widened, and then dropped to look at the ground. "No," she lied. "What's done is done. I got the training. I got revived. I didn't take revenge. I'll live with the consequences."
Goten was about to ask what she meant, but her silence spoke volumes. What did he think happened to damned souls? They went to hell, one way or the other. Only now, she wouldn't be quite as - favored - as if she had taken the revenge. He felt the sudden urge to change the subject. "So - um - what happened after you came back to life? It couldn't have been coincidence that you just happened to come upon the one planet Saiyans were on."
Jita looked up, startled from her brooding. "No. It wasn't coincidence. When I woke up alive, I was on a planet I didn't recognize at first. It was too barren, and there were ruins everywhere. Alien skeletons were strewn about, all with Kold armor. I had my suspicions then, but I didn't want to jump to any conclusions. When I finally found a working scouter, I found out I was on the Planet Frieza, in the very room I'd died before. I suppose that made sense, but the complete destruction of the place threw me. The scouter also had records of what took place on Namek. You can imagine how that felt. I didn't exactly get news of the mortal universe in hell, and I'd just assumed both Frieza and Vegeta would still be alive. But they had both died.
But I knew Saiyans were out there, so I set out to find them. It took a huge amount of time, but I was finally able to get to Historia. I'd spared the planet once, so they kept all the Saiyan relics we were able to save. I went there to take the relics, and I figured the historians would be the only ones to know the truth of what happened to the Kold Empire. After I could convince them I wasn't a ghost, they told me that the Saiyan named Goku, or Kakarrot, currently resided on Earth. There had also been rumors of a Saiyan that had squashed most of the Kold Empire forces, but they didn't know if that was Goku or someone else.
So, I came to Earth. I kind of wandered aimlessly for a while. I didn't want to give my identity away, so I hid my powers. The biggest problem was that I didn't have the greatest ki-sense. Still don't, really. My control of ki is superior to most, since that is what my hell training mostly consisted of, but there are only a few people in the lower realms of hell. I didn't get that much practice sensing ki there. So it WAS coincidence that I found you. I could tell you were a Saiyan right off. Mostly because you were sparring with Trunks at the time. I could place you as Kakkarot's son, since you looked so much like him, and your uncle Raditz, and your grandfather Bardock. But Trunks was another story. He didn't even look Saiyan. I just couldn't place him. So, I knew there had to be another full-blooded Saiyan. I had to know who it was before I revealed my identity. So, I furthered my disguise and socialized with you."
Goten had been listening in silence, but something bugged him. "Why didn't you just go out with Trunks," he said bitterly. "You could have met his father sooner."
Jita frowned, realizing the logic of that argument. "I - don't know. I guess - um - well - you were more attractive."
Goten looked at her in surprise and confusion. "Me? I'm not the one all the girls swoon over. Trunks is."
Jita scoffed. "Oh, please. Purple hair? Do you realize how gay that looks?"
Goten tried to contain his laughter, but failed miserably. He'd always thought the same thing, but wouldn't tell that to his best friend. "And? What happened then?"
Jita rubbed her arms briskly to get some warmth back. "You know the rest, actually."
The conversation died an awkward death. Neither knew what to say. And it seemed like they had talked too much, despite the year of separation, with only a few words passed between them. Goten had gotten unused to talking at all.
Not only that, he was so afraid that everything would change in the morning. Maybe this was just a freaky mood swing for her. It wasn't unheard of. In the morning, she would close up - never speak to him. Or say something hateful. He couldn't bear that. He couldn't stand to be hurt again. No matter how superhumanly, or supersaiyanly, strong he was - she could break him if he let her get too close.
"I'd like to learn that kamehame attack of yours," Jita said out of the blue, though if she had told the truth, she would have said, "I'd like to spend time with you, because I don't want to be left alone."
"Sure," Goten answered. "But it's easy. I 'd like to learn a few of your ki techniques." Though if HE was telling the truth, he'd have said, "I like you, and I'm taking a chance. Just please don't hurt me."
But the unsaid was mostly understood.
Jita got up and stretched. "I have a mid-term tomorrow. I need to get back so I can study."
Goten looked at the glorious sunrise, somehow more glorious this morning than all the others he'd watched. "But it's so beautiful here." He paused as Jita suddenly flinched, apparently for no reason. "What's wrong?"
Jita's eyes narrowed, as if sizing him up. She was clutching her forearm and backing away. "I've really got to go." There was a hunt of almost fear in her voice.
Goten pondered her reactions for a moment, but then shrugged them off. "Well, come back whenever. You know I'll be here."
Jita stared at him for a minute, and then forced herself to relax. As she began to fly back to the university, she thought, 'It wasn't a dream. I was afraid it was a dream.'
Goten closed his eyes, weary in body and mind from the night. Those events hadn't really sunk in, but one thing had sunk in. He loved her. Not enough to spout sonnets yet. But it was enough to want to be with her after what he knew about her. He wanted to help her. It was true she didn't have a soul, or at least didn't own her soul, but everyone got a second chance. Vegeta came back from being majin, when he'd pretty much sold his soul. He'd already come out of being evil once before. Other people, too. Android 18 was now a good person, though his mother and brother had told him how evil she was before Cell - how she'd wanted to kill his father. And not to forget Buu, who's first form was changed to good by Mr. Satan and a puppy. People could change.
Goten laid back, exhaustion finally overtaking him as he watched to orange embers from the remnants of his fire finally die and turn black. He smiled, and his last conscious thought was, 'I won't let her go to hell.'
Author's Notes: Thanks to my reviewers: Omega (the waiting is finally over. Just in time to start waiting all over again), Dark Wolf (I spent the longest time writing that scene with Vegeta. It's hard to get the Vegeta/Jita sibling relationship believable. Maybe because I don't have siblings), Ssjgoddesschico (Thanks for getting my name out. Hope it works), and Anonymous Cat. See y'all.
