Chapter Summary: Krillin and Vegeta go on their date! They are still messes but it's at least they have each other.
/Let's think about how we created this/Let's think about how we let this happen/ We want our freedoms without responsibility/
/I look you in the face/Every time I talk to you/I want to be clear/Just take my hand and we can settle this man to man/
The bald man did even stop walking until he finally found the kitchen, still was stars from his little encounter with the prince. The huge space was quiet because no one was here, just like it was when he first was here. His mind then took him to what happened less than a day ago, the feeling of those muscular arms embracing him made him twitch in real life. Those black eyes staring at him like he had something to hide, a weirdly soft look on that sharp face was screening all around in his mind, just taking him out of it.
No, no. He closed his eyes and inhaled; his breath already stuck in his throat. When he finally let it go and opened his eyes, the world was still filled with little stars but at least he could focus. This will not consume you; it was just a little talking because you ran into each other.
Okay fine, he ran into Vegeta but that was it! He needed to ground himself, it was just a little talking and it was a great conversation! He even got the alien to give him a smile at him, he hadn't seen Vegeta happy unless it was causing the pain of others or he was winning something. It felt nice to make someone else happy, and he thought Vegeta had a nice smile.
He walked over to the sink, where he then floated up to the cabinets because yes, he could fly. He found a small mug and finally relaxed a little when his feet touched the floor. The rushing sound of the sink reminded him of his mission and he finally filled up the glass with cool water. It felt good going down his throat and feeling it spread through his body, seemingly cooling down his overly warmed body.
The cup was placed down and Krillin sighed in content, finally feeling his body go back to normal. Which was frightening him because he should not have to be brough back to normal, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
This was fucking draining but at the same time, why was it draining?
Where is this coming from, why am I feeling like this? He braced himself against the counter, hearing the animals outside. He shouldn't be feeling like this, there was nothing to be feeling.
Vegeta was being nice, that was it. They were going out, that was it. So why the fuck are you still seeing stars Krillin.
Resisting the urge to bash his head against the sink, he instead took a deep breath. He focused on the quiet of the room, trying to filter out everything that should not be in his head, anything that was making him feel off, like Vegeta's abs. That image is going right to the pits of hell.
You need to sleep that is all. The little voice told him. Just go back to your room and sleep, this will go away.
He finally stood right up again because he just needed to sleep, he quickly cleaned his glass, put it back and walked out of the kitchen.
I just need to sleep. He reminded himself as he walked through the halls, ready for this night to just end.
Krillin didn't go back to sleep until the sun had finally risen because every time, he thought he was in the clear and closed his eyes, Vegeta greeted him like an old friend. Every time he even tried to drift off, he would right back in the arms of the prince with their faces being so close together. The smile he was given played all in his head and the laugh made his heart sing in harmony. He would see the prince caressing his face, a little smile playing on his face laying next to him, the world around them disappearing as they only had each other. It was weird but a pleasant weird at that.
~STARS~
When he woke back up, the light that peaked through the blinds of his windows was now orange/pink gradient, meaning that the sun had already set. Shit, what time was it? Wait, how long was he asleep for?
He reached for his phone on the dresser and checked the time to see that it was six o'clock. Okay great, he had time. The younger man got out of bed and did a full stretch, groaning as his bones cracked in relief, even turning his back unnaturally. Despite his trouble sleeping, he felt pretty good!
Krillin was going to make the best of this new start.
He started looking through his neatly folded shirts and picked through them, trying to find a decent shirt. He wasn't the most fashionably daring and most of his wardrobe consisted of pretty comfy clothing, nothing too much out there. Oh well, there's bound to be something in there.
As he was sorting them out, he came across a shirt that made him frown in confusion because where the fuck did it come from? It didn't look like something he'd wear out or even in the brackets of his style.
He could not wear this out with Vegeta, it wouldn't be appropriate right?
Do you really think an alien from a destroyed planet knows what is appropriate clothing on a planet he does not understand? Okay fair point there, besides, it was a nice shirt, where's the hurt in trying something new.
He threw the shirt on the bed before bending down to the last drawer of the dresser, where his pants were. Alright, time for the second part of his job. He then again, went through the drawer before he found an... interesting pair of jeans. You know, the kind where you could see everything. The kind of pants that it hard to walk in and that everyone would stare at when you walked down the street.
Okay seriously, where is this shit coming from. I don't remember buying this. Krillin held the pants up to get a good look at them. Are these low rising too? I must have grabbed them in a hurry when I was shopping.
He then looked at the shirt laid out on the bed, then back at the jeans. Well, they both did go together because of the complementary color scheme. Also, the more he got to see the outfit, the longer he loved how it looked. Besides, he was trying new things.
Krillin then laid the pants down on the bed as well and walked over to the bathroom, taking his nightshirt off as he went. By the time he made it, he was naked and ready to not smell like he hadn't been hiding in his room because of a little hand holding. It was going to be different this time.
~STARS~
Vegeta was already starting to regret this and not for the reasons you think. He was all for getting a second chance with Krillin, seeing the two of them had what it took to be together. Though, what he did not want is having Bulma in his room trying to pick out an outfit for the night out.
Apparently, the prince was a walking fashion disaster and needed the expertise of a woman. Whatever the fuck that meant was what he thought about an hour ago but now sitting on his bed with arms crossed with only his underwear on, made him realized how screwed he was.
His hostess was just worming around in the closet, pulling items out, making a big mess that neither of them are probably going to clean up. Because, for one, he didn't ask for her help and it would be a cold day in hell before he ever did. Two, she demanded to be in here after he said he was going to change because he is a child now and needed to be dressed. Third, he didn't fucking want to and the was final. Damn what the woman said.
Bulma grunted from the closet, "Ya know it would nice if you could actually help me pick something out." She was now holding up a pair of dark colored jeans that had rips in them, which Vegeta actually liked.
He uncrossed his arms, "I want those pants." He got up from the bed and took them from the blue-haired woman. She just scoffed at him before going back to the pile of clothes as he sat back down, with the pants laid over his lap.
The woman giggled, which made the prince suspicious, "What have you found woman, it better be good." He said as he stared at her, watching her every move. She was not going to make him look like a fool in front of Krillin.
She then stood up and turned to face him. In her hands was a dark red shirt that was cut more than others and it has had short sleeves. A nice color and it seemed to go well with the pants, he couldn't deny that it was a nice outfit. He just grunted and took the shirt from her, placing it on the bed.
Even with the bags under eyes, Bulma had a smug look on her face and put her hands on her hip, "And you'd said I was going to ruin things, you're welcome by the way."
But Vegeta wasn't the one for manners and just stared at her, "You were the one who wanted to be in here. I didn't ask you for help." He would never admit when Bulma was right, it sickened him.
She rolled her eyes, "'You're welcome, just don't mess up the clothes, I did pay for them." Was her only warning before she walked over to the door.
Bulma then stopped as her hand reached the door knob and looked back at him, "I really hope you know what you are doing with Krillin because I have never seen you this obsessed, not even when you wanted to be immortal."
He had no idea what he was doing with Krillin and he damn well knew that. He has never felt this way about anyone, and it perplexed him, hell it even worried him. Earth was so fucking strange; it made no sense and everyone who lived him needed psychic evaluation. Maybe it was the fumes around this place. But he would never admit that to Bulma, she smelled weakness like a shark.
"I know what I am doing woman, I know what I want." That was a lie but Vegeta was used to lying.
She gave him one more look, "I'm sure you do Vegeta." She then smiled at him and left the room, shutting the door quietly.
The prince stood there as the quiet of the room weighed on him, which left with his butterflies and the swarming mess inside of him. Did he want this? Of course, he wanted this but why did it feel...off putting, like it was wrong to say? Was it wrong to say he wanted Krillin?
He growled and made his way to the bathroom, stripping off the last of clothing. He let the water run a boiling point, the steam filling the room as the water burned his skin. It was almost therapeutic, calming having it touch him. He closed his eyes as the water ran over his skin, wishing that it were something else running over him.
He was going to get his answer, he just wasn't sure what that answer would lead to.
~STARS~
The time was now eight pm and Krillin was leaning against the counter of the kitchen. He was looking straight ahead as the kitchen staff was working around him, it was nice white noise, keeping his mind off the loud beating of his heart. What was taking the prince so long? It just turned eight Krillin, besides, he was a little late when you guys first went out. Just calm down. He gave a soft sigh and pulled out his phone just staring at the time. That was not helping his case but ya know what, he'll take it.
"Oh, hey there Krillin, waiting for Vegeta? You look really nice by the way." He looked up when he heard a familiar voice and saw Bulma still in her sweatpants walking in. He ignored the disappointment rising in his chest and gave her a smile.
He waved his hand, "Yeah, it's only been a few minutes, so I'm not worried. And thanks, that means a lot." I mean he was worried, but his friend didn't need to know what.
The blue-haired woman crossed her arms, "Don't worry, I'll drag him out if I have to. Besides, I'll be pretty pissed if he wasted my time getting him ready." She said with a huff, her lips pouted out.
Krillin blinked, "Wait you helped Vegeta? He let you help him?" What kind of pull did his friend have over the alien. Why was something hot piercing his heart, what was that?
Bulma made her way over to the refrigerator, "I mean it's Vegeta, you know he didn't ask for it, but I just wanted things to go well, yeah know?" She now had a beer can in her hand as she leaned against the counter.
He gave her a smile, "Yeah so did I." He really wanted this to go well. Especially because he wanted these thoughts of Vegeta's abs and muscles to go away and he can stop thinking of that chisel fac-
For fuck sake's Krillin, stop IT!
"Are you alright Krillin, you look red." Yes, Bulma that would be blood rushing to his face because he keeps on fantasizing about your alien guest, don't mind him.
He covered his face with his hand, "Oh I am fine, it's just so warm in here." That was the only excuse he could come up with that didn't make him sound really pathetic.
Bulma blinked at him, "Really, it's actually been really cool for a few months now." Read the fucking room, ma'am.
Thankfully, before the short man could become anymore red, the doors of the kitchen opened. Krillin gave a sigh of relief and turned around to see Vegeta waking in.
In a nice dark red t-shirt that was cut too low, so it showed his chest with ripped black jeans which were showing off muscled thighs and legs. It was hot, why was the world out to get him?
Oh, fuck me in the ass, this is not fair. He was screaming in his head but decided to just smile, "You look nice Vegeta." Smooth Krillin, what's next, ya gonna compliment him on his eyes?
The prince stared at him with an unknown look before giving him a smile, "You don't look so bad yourself, black really suits you."
Krillin did not have the time to process that because this gem passed through his mouth, "And you don't look bad in red either. Matches your personality and skin tone." Time stopped at that moment as Krillin felt himself die a little inside.
Bulma choked on her drink as she held back her guffaw and she braced herself against the sink for dear life. She covered her mouth before another noise fell through her because oh God, these two are disasters. Vegeta was reeling from the compliment and his butterflies were just singing in delight from what was said. Krillin was finding the floor interesting, like how the tiled didn't all match, wow that was so weird right?
The only smart one took a deep breath, wiped her tears, and cleared her throat. No matter how funny this was, she had to be the (mostly) mature one. Both of the men looked up at her and she could see the begging in her childhood friend's eyes.
"Okay guys, you should be heading out. Don't want the night to be wasted right?"
~STARS~
The fly over to the theater wasn't that bad, sure no one talked to each other and Krillin was resisting the urge to just apologize for whatever that was in the kitchen. At least they weren't as tense as last time.
When they landed, the theater was mostly quiet because it was a weekday and Krillin thanked Kami for that. He did not know how Vegeta would react to big crowds, hell he didn't even know how he'd react to big crowds. Ever since he had been brought back to life, certain things scared him, and he had been a bit jumpier than usual.
As they walked to the door, he held it open for Vegeta, which got him a quiet thanks from the prince, that definitely didn't warm his heart. He just nodded and returned it with an equally quiet you're welcome because this was nothing.
The only movie that sounded decent was a romantic comedy called Opposites Attract. The premise seemed to be understandable, two people with different backgrounds and personalities are put in a situation with each other and are forced to get along. They end up falling for each other, showing that opposites can attract.
Neat.
They sat down in one of the rows of the theaters, and their elbows touched. Krillin ignored the jolt is felt going through his body and curled himself in his seat. Ya know, spending your Wednesday with an alien you have weird emotions for in a small dark room for the next two hours maybe not have been the best idea but whatever.
This was fine.
As the movie was going, he could feel his body slowly relaxing as the movie played on, it was nothing special but at least no one had to talk. Which was good because he felt that the next thing that would come out of his mouth may just be vomit.
By the time they two characters were trying to get along, he was a little into the story and wasn't really paying attention to what he was doing. So, he was completely unaware that he was leaning on the prince, his arm now reaching over the arm divider and their shoulders were now touching.
Vegeta on the other hand was barely paying attention and was trying not to die from boredom. Why did humans find this interesting? Though it did surprise him when he felt a weight placed on his shoulders, he turned his head slightly to see the human was now leaning against him. The butterflies in his stomach were swarming all around as he felt the skin of the smaller man, feeling what he wanted.
The prince didn't say anything and just enjoyed the pleasant feeling of Krillin being pressed against him. He could put up with a dumb movie if it meant that he had this. It got even better when Krillin's hand overlapped on top of the princes. Vegeta felt his body relaxed and he stared at the human because, what did this mean? What was Krillin trying to say, did he know what he was doing?
The movie ended rather quickly and Krillin was happy that they saw the movie and that was when he realized he was leaning against the alien when he was about ask Vegeta what he thought of the money. He also realized that his hand was touching his, he immediately removed his hand. What the fuck was wrong with him? This is the third time they touched like that.
The smaller man looked down, "Uh sorry about that. Guess I wasn't paying attention." The crack in his voice was selling that lie.
Vegeta just stared at him, "It's fine, I didn't mind. Remember, you do have nice hands." He joked, bumping their shoulders together.
The younger man was surprised at the joke because he could have sworn, he had done something wrong.
Neither did I. Krillin buried that little voice in the back of his head because that meant nothing, but he still smiled. A thought then ran through him, it was stupid, would probably end badly but hey, trying new things, right?
"Ya know, there's a park not far from here, I mean, we can go there if you want."
The prince had this look in his eyes before a small smile formed on that handsome face, "Sure, if it means we still get to be together."
~STARS~
The warmth spreading in his chest meant nothing and neither did the redness in his face, he was fine. The park was peaceful with the two of them not saying a word to each other. But they were okay with that, it felt wrong to try to force something like that.
Though Krillin really wished he brought a jacket because of course Bulma was right, it was cold. He really didn't notice at first because he embarrassed himself with his comment and just wanted to get the hell out of there. But walking in the cool night with a shirt that had no sleeves kind of finally reminded him. He had his arms wrapped around himself to try and keep warm because again, he was a dumbass. Vegeta on the other hand, had a light jacket from the outfit that Bulma picked out for him.
The prince finally noticed the smaller man shivered like he was cold and the thought of wrapping his arms around him Krillin made a place in his mind. But the human probably would not appreciate that.
"Are you alright Krillin?" The smaller man looked up at him with those big black eyes and Vegeta felt his butterflies moving all round.
Krillin shivered, "Not really, I forgot a jacket. Silly me, right?" He gave a light chuckle to show how definitely unbothered by how cold he was.
The prince then stopped in his tracks and started taking off his jacket, "Here you can take mine then."
The younger man shook his head, "No, no you don't have to do th-" The prince has pushed the jacket in his face, so Krillin just sighed and took it.
He was much warmer now, so there was that, "Thanks, you know you didn't have to do that." He recalled as he snuggled himself into the jacket.
Vegeta scoffed and put his hands in his pockets, "When have I ever done what I'm told?" He said back as he looked away from Krillin.
Krillin snickered at that, "Fair point. Since when has the great Vegeta ever listened to anybody?" This made the prince laugh, which in turn made Krillin's heart melt.
Silence fell over again but the air around them felt a little better, the sounds of the park just making them more comfortable.
The human then looked up at the sky, "It's pretty nice tonight, isn't it?" The night lights of the houses and streetlights was a nice contrast against the pitch blackness of the sky around them.
He got a hum in return, "Yeah, it's interesting here on Earth." He looked over to see the alien staring up at the sky.
"What do you mean by that? What makes Earth so different?" Krillin was pretty sure the many planets had better things to offer.
"It's one of the only planets I haven't destroyed." Okay he should have expected, but hey, we all aren't perfect.
The prince continued, "It also is such a... strange planet." Well at least the human can ask about that one but then decided against it because this was Vegeta of course and monologuing was kind of his thing.
Vegeta then looked straight ahead, "Everyone here is just so...forgiving. The blue-haired harpy despite all her faults, let me stay here. She has even let me continue to train, which I still do not understand why when I'm just getting stronger. And then there's you." Hard eyes stared in his soul.
The small human could feel himself shrink from the intensity, "What about me?" He ignored the fear swelling in his chest and resisted the urge to huddle into the warm, Vegeta-scented jacket.
The hardness then went away, "That's the thing, I don't know about you. You're just this human that makes me feel...off." Wait, that feeling was mutual?
He watched the alien turn away from him, "Can you imagine, me the price of all saiyans, feels off about a human." A quiet chuckle was heard but nothing else was said.
Well, if they were barring their souls here.
"I-I feel off about you too."
The park all of a sudden decided to be quiet but that was okay, because Krillin could have sworn he heard Vegeta's neck crack to face him again.
Those eyes were on him again but this time, they were trying to see inside his soul. This time they were filled with an odd brightness that was making Krillin feel weird inside. It wasn't bad nor good, it just was weird.
The bald man mustered up all of the courage inside of himself and squared off his shoulders, "Actually for the past few days, I have felt weird around you. It's not a feeling of distrust and suspicious like when we worked together on Namek. I just can't...explain what you are to me now."
He played with one of the zippers of the jacket, "It's definitely been hard to know now since I held your hand, twice." He was looking down at the concrete pavement because this was odd for him. Vegeta was odd for him.
"Is there something wrong with holding my hand?" The question make Krillin look up and he saw the prince with a tight face and balled fists. He didn't look angry per se, he actually looked more confused if he was being honest.
Krillin rubbed the back of his head, "Uh not technically, but it is weird because we aren't' together. I mean some friends hold hands, so I guess there's nothing wrong with it."
The alien swung around to be in front of the shorter man, stopping him and making Krillin step back. He did give him a questioning look at what the hell was happening.
"We can hold hands then." I mean when you say it like that, he's not wrong, they could hold hands.
The human blinked at him, "Do you want us to hold hands?" He wasn't against the idea, he just wanted to hear it before he went off the handle.
"Yes!" Wow, that was easy.
He smiled and nodded his head, "We can hold hands then." He then suddenly felt that warm, callous hand that he was dreaming about last night holding his. It felt good if he was being honest. Both stood there, satisfying whatever craving they had for each other and entertaining their off feelings for the other.
Krillin fought the urge to sigh, "We should probably get home now, it's getting late." Did he want to go back to Bulma's, not really but he did promise to have Vegeta home at a specific time.
The prince shrugged, "Yeah let's go back. Bulma's probably in the kitchen pacing back-in-forth wondering how our night went." He still hasn't let go of the hand; the human didn't want him to.
Krillin gripped the prince's hand tighter, "Well alright then, let's get going."
~STARS~
The two held hands the entire trip back to Capsule Corps, both still not saying a word. It was just so nice, it didn't feel weird nor forced, it felt like it was meant to be. Vegeta let them in the mansion, their hands still holding. Once the door closed behind them, he finally turned to the human.
"We should do that again, it was nice." The alien could feel his butterflies were flying all around, completely happy to be with Krillin.
Krillin felt the heat rising in his face, "Yeah we should, especially if it ends like this." He showed their conjured hands, waving them around.
The prince laughed, "I wouldn't mind if it was with you." That made the small human look down at the floor but there was still a smile on his face. He liked seeing him smile, it made him feel like he was doing something right.
"Me neither." Was the quiet reply he got, which made his butterflies flip with excitement and pride?
The younger man then shifted from foot-to-foot, "I should give you back your jacket now." He finally let go of his hand and Vegeta could feel all that happiness he felt drain from him. What was happening to him?
He cut in quickly, "No it's fine, besides, it looks better on you anyway." He wasn't wrong, he did look good in red.
The man stopped midway off taking off the jacket to look up at him and Vegeta could clearly see the blush forming on his face. He wondered if he was the reason for it.
Krillin gave him a confused look, "Uh, are you sure? I can just giv-" The prince cut him off by reaching out to him and putting the jacket back on his shoulders.
They looked in each other's eyes, realizing their faces were nearly touching. The warm breath of the Krillin against his cheek was turning his stomach into liquid and the human was looking him up and down, making him feel odd again. But the look had this something...new, something that Vegeta was willing to find the meaning behind it.
Shit.
The alien stepped back quickly, "Like I said, you can keep the jacket." He looked back to see Krillin playing with the jacket again.
He heard a 'thanks'. Oh Goddess, he fucked it up didn't he. Had he scared Krillin, he didn't mean to! Shit! Why the fuck did everything go wrong on this miserable sickly green waste of a plan-
Suddenly there was a tug on his wrist, and he was brought back to reality, the prince then looked down to see Krillin looking up at him. There was still that look in his eyes, it was making him go unsteady and sick. The bald man still had that same smile, the one he gave on their first night out. It made his butterflies leap in his throat.
"I had such a fun night Vegeta, we can do it again sometime?" He could have start laughing like a maniac right there because he absolutely wanted that.
Holy shit, Krillin wanted another night out. He really didn't think he would get this far. He did however, want to go even farther now, what could he get away with?
He grabbed the hand from his wrist and interlinked their fingers, "I would like that." He gave the smaller human a smile.
Krillin started getting red again but squeezed his hand, that light never leaving his eyes, "I like that too." It was soft, quiet but the intent was there.
Vegeta nodded and let go, his heart already sinking at losing the little warmth he got from it. He wanted to do that again.
The man still had a smile on his face, "Well I should turn in for the night, thanks again Vegeta." The prince felt panic rise inside of him because he really did not want this to end, he wanted just a little more time with him.
As the human turned around to walk away, he finally opened his mouth, "I can walk you to your room if you want."
Krillin turned back around with his hands in the jacket pocket, "Sure, I wouldn't mind that." The man has no idea what he was doing to Vegeta.
~STARS~
Okay so, Krillin did not why Kami was blessing him with this good fortune, but he was willing to let a good thing ride out. So, when he was asked to be walked to his room like a fucking child, he of course said yes.
It was kind of funny, how right this night went. He didn't expect it to end with him holding Vegeta's hand again or getting a jacket in the end of it, but he wasn't complaining. He had nothing to complain about anyway.
He tried his best not to stare at Vegeta because every time he did, his heart would beat faster for some reason. But the feeling of looking away was met with this odd turning in his stomach, like he should be looking at him. To not make himself more awkward, he stared ahead of him.
Despite that little thing in the hallway, everything still felt the same, that felt good at least. They walked in what seemed the infinite time in silence because they had no idea what they were doing but that was fine.
They finally made it to Krillin's room and finally the human allowed himself to look at Vegeta for the last time of the night. He deserved that at least. Yep, still as attractive when then got home, definitely go to see that in his sleep tonight.
The alien cleared his throat and looked down at him, "Well here we are." He still had his hands in the pockets, but a small smile was on his face.
Krillin have a laugh, "Yeah, glad we didn't run into enemies on our long journey to the bedroom." Shit, he should have worded that better.
The prince raised an eyebrow but seemed to ignore that little comment, "We should call it a night then, we've been out for a while."
The man smiled as he folded his arms, "But it was a good night, right?" He was mostly teasing because in his opinion, they did have a good time.
Vegeta then smirked, "I wouldn't have said yes for another night if it wasn't." Oh, so they both are in a playful mood then.
Fair enough asshole. The human didn't say that thought in his head but gave another laugh, "No, I guess you wouldn't have." He said as he opened his bedroom door, but then gave Vegeta one more looks over.
"Have a good night Vegeta. And thanks for the night out, I really had a good time." There was something about being honest around the alien that made Krillin feel warm inside. Like he was supposed to be honest with him.
The older man then stared at him again with this strange look, but it was gone suddenly, "I'm glad. Sleep well Krillin." It was so weird hearing such a soft tone from someone like him, but he couldn't deny what it did to him.
Krillin nodded and walked inside his room, closing the door behind him. Finally, in the quiet of his room, he could feel all the emotions at once as he slid against the door, looking up at the ceiling.
He wrapped his arms around himself, his nails digging into the leather of the jacket as his mind began to make sense of what he was feeling.
But that was the thing, he didn't know what he was feeling, and it was so off base of what he was used to. The warmth that bloomed in his chest when Vegeta smiled, the aching for more contact by the alien and the need to be open, it was all new to him. This was something entirely new for the human
He banged his head against the door, still looking up at the ceiling, one though only on his mind.
What the fuck are you doing to me Vegeta?
Endnotes- This was a fucking MONSTER of a chapter to write and edit and doing this during finals was not a smart idea but oh, it got done. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and I'll see you guys in another month!