By Fate, We Fell In Love
Keep holding on to your thoughts of rejection
If you're with me you're secured
You keep telling me that your time is always taken
But I keep seeing you out alone
Listen to love
Your heart keeps pounding with desire
Waiting to be unleashed
Pretty Brown Eyes- Mint Condition
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If anyone is wondering, we are 2 months away from Trunks' conception date. Last chapter was around the end of the first year and the beginning of the 2nd year of the 3 years.
Bulma was lying in her bed, looking at the ceiling. She had a wonderful night with Vegeta the other night. They managed to spend hours together without arguing or screaming. Progress. She played with her engagement between her two index fingers. She liked when the light reflected from it, showing its clarity and quality. Yamcha did very well picking this ring out. She slipped it back on her left ring finger, adjusting it so that the diamond was even with the middle of her finger. She threw her arms behind her head, stretching her stiff body. She had been lying there for about an hour, listening to the hoar of the gravity machine. It made a slight humming noise that she could only hear when her patio door was open. Suddenly, Bulma heard a loud bang coming from outside. She sat up quickly, running towards her patio doors. Not again! She thought as she looked down below. To her surprise, the Gravity Machine was still in one piece. She looked at it questionably. She knew the noise was coming from outside her windows. Then she heard it again. She looked around outside, trying to find the source of the loud noise she kept hearing. She looked to her left and saw smoke coming from her father's animal greenhouse. Panicking that something happened to one of her father's precious animals, Bulma ran out her room and headed to the back door. Once she made it outside, she took off in a full sprint towards the smoke cloud. As she got closer, she noticed her father was standing outside the green house, looking at something. She slowed her running to a slight jog as she reached her father. He was examining something.
"Dad, what's going on?! And where's all that smoke coming from?" Bulma said, looking around in a rush. Her father looked at her confused with his cigarette lit. Kitty also looked at Bulma.
"Hmm? Ohh sorry. Didn't realize this was so loud. I'm wearing sound deflectors." Dr. Briefs said, removing his headphones. Bulma finally took notice to the metal box on the ground. It had an indwelling funnel and there was smoke coming out of the hole. Bulma looked at the machine with suspicion.
"What the heck are you doing?" Bulma question her father again.
"I was testing out my fireworks box." Dr. Briefs answered. "Need to work on how loud it gets when it comes out the box." he muttered, patting Kitty on the head, who was also wearing headphones.
"Ok, why do you need one of those Dad, like really?" Bulma said, rolling her eyes.
"Well I thought it would be a nice ending to your reception as you and Yamcha leave and head to your honeymoon. Where are you planning to go again?" asked.
"Don't know yet." Bulma said, leaning back on her heels. "Think you could work on this somewhere that wasn't so close to my bedroom window? Though Vegeta almost blew himself up again." Bulma asked.
"Oh sorry Sweetie. I do need to add a noise modifier to this. Come on, Kitty. Let's head back to the lab." Dr. Briefs said, picking up his invention and walking with Bulma back to the house. As the passed the Gravity Machine, Bulma got a peek of Vegeta's bare chested body. No matter how many times he walked around her with just his training shorts on, it still made her shiver. He had a great body and she enjoyed it a lot. She must have been standing there for a while because Vegeta had turned his attention to her, catching her staring. Blushing, she ran in the house with her father. Vegeta gritted his teeth, turning around blushing. He hated when she gawked at him.
Having a wedding planner made things easier on Bulma, but it also gave her little to nothing to do but to go on Pintrest and pin a few wedding pictures on her wedding board. Even that became boring after a while. She had so much pinned on her wall; she could barely keep up with most of it. Against her will, her parents were just as involved in her wedding plans as the planner was or more. Her father was constantly making wedding presents for the couple and designing their capsule home, well mansion. Her mother was making new recipes with the help of one of their maids, trying to find the right dinner meal for the reception. Whereas, Bulma was often in lala land or in her lab, finding projects to do and work on. She was already over planning her wedding and she had been engaged almost 2 months now. It wasn't fun without having someone around with you planning as well.
Recently, Bulma picked up working on cars in the auto-repair shop. Currently, she was working on a new client to Capsule Corp.'s Mercedes. He said it was running a bit sluggish. After Bulma got under the car, she understood almost immediately what the problem was. It looked as if he hadn't got an oil change since he bought the car. Shaking her head, Bulma empty out the old oil, preparing the car for new, thinner, cleaner oil. She wiped her forehead with the back of her gloved hand as she got from under the car to search for the proper oil for his car. If the client knew that Bulma was the one working on his car and not one of the other men that worked in the shop, he would probably pass out and die. He was one of those men who thought women were only good for cooking, cleaning, lying on her back, and getting pregnant. She picked up some premium oil from one of the shelves against the wall. She hated that her father had added him as a client however, he did have plenty of money he wanted to invest in the company with so she could tolerate him…just a bit. She checked that everything was capped off at the underside of the car before she filled the car with oil. Her thoughts lingered over to Vegeta, wondering what he was doing. It had been a few days since she seen him and to be honest, she kind of missed him. Lately, he had been nicer to her. Holding the door open for her, letting her win arguments, allowing her to sit with him and watch the news together, and even have small conversations where he responded back to her with something that didn't begin with "idiot" "stupid" or "that dumbass". It was nice to have a civil relationship with Vegeta where he wasn't pissing her off 24/7, only 12/4 now. He was becoming enjoyable. She liked that Vegeta a lot more. He wasn't so bad to be around.
Vegeta walked around outside, deciding to go to Dr. Briefs' green house where he kept vegetation. Opening the door, he walked in, looking at the variety of plans and flowers that were all over the green house. Eyeing all of them, Vegeta's eyes caught a bright blue on. It was a long stemmed plant with blue flowers along the stem. Each was completely bloomed and had a hot pink center. It was quiet unusual to Vegeta. He had seen a lot of weird plants: even plants that would try and kill you for food. But this one seemed to look so familiar. It was something about the blue. Vegeta got closer to the plant to examine it. It dawned on him; the blue was the same color of Bulma's eyes. There was a description right below the plant that Vegeta crotched down to read. Big Blue Eyes: created on Bulma's Birthday. I've never seen eyes so blue since my wife. Dedicated to my daughter. Vegeta stood back up, looking at the plant. Deep down, he regretted not seeing Bulma in the last few days. She was growing on him and he didn't like or want it to happen. His mind was telling him not to worry about that blue bimbo; that he had important matters to address, like being a Super Saiyan. However, something else kept drawing him closer to this woman. She was turning from an annoying brat to someone who smiles were warm like the sun, eyes blue as pools, and a short temper that Vegeta greatly enjoyed the most. Vegeta gave the plant one last look before walked out the green house. Enough field tripping for him today. It was time to get back to the training.
Yamcha decided to come to Capsule Corp the next day to surprise Bulma. He landed his air car in the backyard of the Briefs' home, getting out with Puar right behind him.
"I'm so happy to see Bulma. It's been so long since I've seen her." Puar said, flying behind her longtime friend.
"Me too. I'm pretty sure she's going to start hating me soon since it's been so long since I've taken time away from training." Yamcha said. He had a bouquet of white, long stemmed roses and tickets to the ballet that night: both her favorites. Bulma was the most uncoordinated, ungraceful creature on the Earth so she admired those who danced in ballet and done so very well. The house seemed empty which was weird seeing as there was at least one person around the house. They decided to check the mechanic shop. Yamcha remembered her talking about recently working on cars. Puar flew in front of Yamcha with him walking behind him.
"She's in there, Yamcha. Under some car." Puar said, looking into one of the window of the shop. Yamcha nodded and decided to sneak up on Bulma. He went through the back door which was open and through the lobby of the shop. Bulma was on the far end of the work space, underneath a Cadillac truck. Yamcha smiled, getting ready to approach her and surprise her when he heard someone coming into the shop from the car entrance. He looked over, expecting a businessman or a mechanic, but not who he actually saw.
"What is Vegeta doing coming in here?" Yamcha exclaimed, gritting his teeth. Puar looked in the kitchen, wondering the same thing. They stayed put and observed him from a far. They could barely hear what they were saying, so Yamcha moved closer to hear things better.
Bulma was underneath the truck, trying to get a screw loose so she could get to the wheel barrings. It was a hot day and she felt extremely gross. She was wearing an old t shirt, covered in oil spots and some baggy sweat pants and boots. She growled in annoyance when a random drop of fluid dropped on her forehead. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, she kept working at getting the screw loose. She heard footsteps coming toward the car she was currently underneath. She expected one of the mechanics coming in to check on her or ask her a question about a part. She finally gotten the stubborn screw off and was smiling triumphal when she heard a familiar voice.
"Your hands always have to be busy. At least you're doing something other than lying on the couch all day like a bum." Vegeta said, standing near her left leg. Bulma tried kicking him and failed miserable. She pushed off the ground and brought the mechanic creep forward, moving her from under the car.
"Look who's graced me with their presence. The royal pain in the ass." Bulma said, smiling. She stood up, wiping her hand on a stray towel lying on top of a nearby tool cart. "You've been MIA for some time now." Vegeta smirked at her attempt to show she was worried about him.
"Do you know a better way to transform into a Super Saiyan?" Vegeta said, making it known he had been working out intensely. Bulma could tell he had been picking up his pace and that he was indeed getting stronger over the year he had been working out.
"Well, I wouldn't know. Sorry I can't be any assistance in that. What brings you out here? The Gravity Machine not working?" Bulma asked, leaning casually on the truck.
"No, it's working just fine." Vegeta said, looking off out the open garage door. Bulma tilted her head a bit, still looking at Vegeta.
"Umm. Well are you hungry? Mom should be home by now." Bulma said, her head still tilted.
"I know. I just saw her on my way over here." Vegeta said, still not looking at Bulma.
"Then, what's up?" Bulma said, still looking at Vegeta with a curious look.
"I don't have to have a reason to be somewhere, do I?" Vegeta said softly, still not looking at her.
"Well no…you have free range." Bulma said just as softly. She pondered quickly about Vegeta's motives when it hit her: he missed her and wanted to see her. Bulma began smiling, happy she figured out the secret. "So is this your way of telling me you miss having me around?" Bulma said, smiling and leaning back on her heels. Vegeta looked at her calmly.
"Of course not. I have better things to do." Vegeta said, trying to intimidate Bulma. She smiled, her eyes getting beady and her lips pulled to the corner. She elbow-nudged Vegeta several times.
"Sure you did. Otherwise, why would you have gone through lengths to see me?" Bulma said. Vegeta slightly pushed her elbow away from him.
"Don't get your hopes up high. I was simply wandering around, taking a break and I found you. Nothing more." Vegeta said, attempting to give her an uncaring glare. Bulma shook her head smiling. She walked around the car, her fingertips grazing the hood of the car.
"We have already established that you don't dislike me, Vegeta. So drop the hard act." Bulma said, turning on her heel, smiling at Vegeta. "You don't have to pretend with me. If living with you for a year has taught me anything, it's that your actions speak much louder than your words." Bulma said, looking Vegeta right in his eyes. "If it makes you feel any better, I kind of miss your rude remarks and cold shoulder being around lately." Bulma said, shrugging her shoulders. Vegeta hmphed at her, turning his head again.
"You and your emotions woman." Vegeta said. Bulma gave him a smile, preparing to head back under the car. Yamcha decided that it was a nice time to come out from hiding and greet Bulma. Bulma and Vegeta both saw Yamcha coming towards them with Puar right behind him.
"Hey Bulma." Yamcha called out, walking towards her, holding the flowers behind his back. Bulma gave him a sweet smile as Puar jumped into her arms.
"Hi Bulma!" she exclaimed as Bulma hugged him.
"Hey. What are you two doing here?" Bulma said, looking up at Yamcha. She looked over where Vegeta was standing. He wasn't there, of course. Bulma turned back to Yamcha to see her favorite roses in her face.
"Wow, these are beautiful." Bulma said, taking the flowers from her fiancé. She smelled them quickly. "What's the occasion?"
"Just wanted to come visit you and take you out," Yamcha said, handing her the tickets. "Ballet tonight?" Yamcha asked her. Bulma's smile grew as she got excited.
"Of course! Wow! Thanks Yamcha!" Bulma said, reaching to hug him but stopped short. "Well, I'll hug you after I finish this car and get cleaned up." Bulma said, kissing his cheek before going back under the car. Yamcha smiled until Bulma disappeared under the car. He looked out the way Vegeta came in, seeing the Gravity Machine in the distance. What was going on between those two?
With Capsule Corp. being closed for the holiday coming up on Monday, Bulma attempted to get back into wedding planning mode. The holiday meant there were no cars to work on or projects to finish over the weekend. Bulma sat in front of the tv, eating chips and some baked treats her mother brought back from the bakery. She had 2 years to get her body wedding perfect so she was going to enjoy herself until she had to watch what she ate. Thrown over on the couch seat next to her were four sets of sample invitations. She was supposed to pick the one she really liked but her heart wasn't in it. She was tired of planning. M. Dior was tired of her laziness and instructed to her that she was to pick out her invitations tonight and report to him in the morning with her decision. Bulma looked over at the invitations rolling her eyes. She would give the decision to her mother. She didn't want to be bother with it. Bulma was stuffing her face with potato chips when Vegeta walked into the living room from the stairs.
"Don't you have something better to do than to make yourself fat?" he said, giving her a disgusting face. Bulma stuck out her tongue, revealing some chewed food.
"Disgusting." Vegeta said, walking out the room, leaving Bulma giggling. At that moment, the doorbell rang. Melissa walked to the door quickly before Bulma could get up, greeting the visitor. Bulma peeked around the door frame to see a familiar scarred face ex-bandit.
"Hey Yamcha." Bulma exclaimed, wiping her mouth and hands on a napkin. He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before sitting on the couch with her. Bulma moved the invitations before he sat down.
"Hey Babe, what are you up to today?" Yamcha asked, pointing to the papers that were now littering on the floor.
"Just wedding stuff. Maybe you can do this part." Bulma said, picking up one of the samples. "M. Dior is demanding that I pick my invitations by tomorrow morning. I'm just not in the mood." Bulma said, picking up the rest. Yamcha looked them over for a moment, picking each up examining them.
"They all look the same to me. Except that they are different colors." Yamcha said, still looking at them. Bulma rolled her eyes. Of course, what did men know anyways?
"No. Each one has different font and there is a different style for each one. See," Bulma said, pointing to the blue invitation. "This is a different font from this red one. And the style is different. On the blue one, out names are divided, mirroring us with our faces and the red one has a picture of both of us together with our names surrounding our faces." Bulma explained. Yamcha looked back at the invitation and back at her.
"Bulma, our faces aren't on these invitations. There are just blank spots there." Yamcha said. A sweat drop fell behind Bulma's head.
"I know there isn't a picture there! It's a sample invitation to give you an idea! That's where are faces are going, you idiot!" Bulma yelled once she recovered from his idiot moment. Vegeta probably had a point about Yamcha not being the brightest crayon in the box.
"Sorry. I don't understand all this wedding crap!" Yamcha said, his face still showing fear from Bulma's previous outburst.
"It wasn't that hard to figure out, goof!" Bulma yelled again.
"You don't have to call me names you know."
"Well I wouldn't if you would use common sense and your brain sometimes." Bulma said, pouting now on the couch. Yamcha wasn't as fun to argue with like Vegeta was. Yamcha just shook his head, ready to move on to another conversation.
"Well, what else did you need to get done for the wedding?" Yamcha asked.
"Why the sudden interest in helping me plan for this wedding? You said you weren't interested in any of the planning." Bulma said, still frowning and giving him a suspicious look. Yamcha looked down nervously. Bulma was becoming just as scary as Vegeta, which is even scarier.
"Well, I just thought I should help out." Yamcha said sheepishly. He actually just wanted to be around her more often. He didn't like the way Vegeta had somehow woven his way into Bulma's life the way he had. He noticed the way she smiled at him, spoke to him, and went out her way for him. He knew Vegeta had alternative motives and he didn't want Bulma to get hurt.
"Fine time you did something." Bulma said, looking back at the TV.
Vegeta walked passed to go get his shoes from upstairs. He looked in the living room, observing Bulma's annoyed expression and Yamcha's lost one. He shook his head before heading upstairs. He didn't understand those two. Yamcha wasn't a challenge enough for Bulma. He was weak minded and came running on the slightest elevation of her voice. He feared her like most of the other fighters. Even if she couldn't see it, Vegeta knew she was bored with the human. She had an exciting, busy personality, which could explain why she was constantly finding something new to do: building him robots, making new capsules, fixing cars. Yamcha could never give her the rush she wanted in life. Vegeta knew it well but it was none of his concern or business on who she wanted to marry. That was her life. He returned and Bulma was now yelling something about matching the invitations to her French theme. Vegeta rolled his eyes, heading towards the back door.
"Hey Vegeta!" Bulma called out to him. He turned around, seeing a pissed off Yamcha and Bulma walking over. She pulled out a capsule and handed it to him. "Thought you might like this. It's a robot stimulated to grow with strength to mask yours. It can go beyond yours if you want it to. The kill switch is voice activated. Just call out 'deactivate' and it will shut off if it gets out of control." Bulma explained. Yamcha's jaw dropped. This caused Vegeta to smile.
"Sounds dangerous enough." Vegeta said, looking at the capsule.
"I thought so too. That's why I added the kill switch. Don't want you almost destroying my home again." she replied with a wink. She walked back to the living room, plopping back on the couch. Vegeta smirked at Yamcha and walked out the back door. Yamcha's scowl went from Vegeta to Bulma.
"What was that all about?" Yamcha asked.
"What are you fussing about now, Yamcha?" Bulma asked, sighing in an annoyed tone.
"Why do you keep helping him get stronger? He's just going to turn on us all and try to kill us! And you keep aiding in this inevitable future!" Yamcha exclaimed. Bulma's glare turned cold and it chilled the room.
"Look here, Yamcha! I have had it with you always yelling about Vegeta! He needs to train to help Goku defeat the androids. We are all in this thing together, so forgive me for trying to help the cause!" Bulma yelled.
"I don't know what Vegeta you are looking at, but I see the same one who came to Earth 2 years ago and was hell-bent on destroying Earth. The same Vegeta who stood there and watched me get killed by those saibamen! The same one who using you for resources only to end up killing you. Gosh Bulma, why can't you see that?" Yamcha yelled. He had been holding all this in for some time now and it was just pouring out of him.
"I know for a fact that Vegeta has changed. Trust me, if he wanted me and everyone else dead, he would have done so by now. So lay off him already." Bulma said, turning back to the TV. Yamcha narrowed his eyes at her, getting anger every second.
"If I didn't know any better, I would think you were falling for him." Yamcha said dangerously.
"Don't be foolish all your life, Yamcha. I just know him better than you do." Bulma said, rather calmly. Yamcha sighed heavily, getting up from the couch and heading towards the front door. "Where are you going?" Bulma exclaimed angrily.
"I need a walk." Yamcha said, shutting the door behind him. Bulma growled loudly, getting up herself and stomping to her lab. He really needed to get over this jealousy of Vegeta.
Yamcha ended up coming back an hour later and they started arguing again. They eventually got over things by dinner time. It was after midnight and the house was quiet, except for the TV in the living room. Bulma sat in front of it, watching the midnight news. She was half watching the show, falling asleep. Her head tipped too far to the right, jerking her awake. She sat up a bit, stretching, her back arching off the couch. She looked over at the TV, seeing the time was 1:47 am. Bulma tried reasoning with herself that it was time for her to go to bed but she couldn't make herself move. She squirmed on the couch, trying to break herself from sleepiness. The back door opened, alerting her that Vegeta was coming back in the house. Bulma turned her head to see Vegeta looking just as sleepy as she felt.
"Morning, Sunshine." Bulma said, her eyes feeling droopy and her body feeling weak. Vegeta shuffled towards her. He looked from her to the TV news.
"I see that weakling has left." Vegeta said, still looking at the TV. "And your distracting screaming has ceased." Vegeta added. Bulma chuckled at him.
"He doesn't stay the night here. He hasn't done that in a while." Bulma said, looking at the TV with Vegeta standing behind her. Vegeta didn't move but he was thinking. Hmm come to think of it, that fool is never here after midnight.
"Hmm, interesting…" Vegeta mumbled out loud. Bulma turned and looked at him.
"What's interesting?" she asked. Vegeta didn't realize he had vocalized his thoughts. He looked at her, giving her an indifference glance. She was looking right in his eyes, her mouth agape, showing interest in his thoughts. He also didn't realize he was staring at her for a while until she turned her head to the side curiously. Vegeta straightened back up and looked back at the TV.
"Nothing." Vegeta said, trying to ignore the growing feeling he felt rushing through his body. Bulma shook her head.
"You are one interesting case, Vegeta." Bulma said, smiling and shaking her head with her eyes closed. She pushed off the couch and turned off the TV. Vegeta looked at her frowning. She set the remote on the coffee table, turning towards Vegeta. "We both should probably get some rest. Nothing good ever happens at this time of night." Bulma said, laughing at herself. She had a pretty good joke to use behind her statement but decided against it, knowing Vegeta would: A, not get it or B, be offended. Vegeta gave her a strange look as she giggled to herself. He didn't think she mentioned anything funny. Bulma calmed down, noticing the look Vegeta was giving her.
"What is so funny?" Vegeta said, mad he missed out on the joke.
"Nothing at all. Just a joke I thought of. Well, come on. You need sleep." Bulma said, pushing Vegeta towards the stairs. Surprisingly, he didn't push against her which would stop her dead in her tracks.
"If you don't mind, I can walk myself to the stairs, thank you." Vegeta said, turning around to face her. Bulma just smiled, continuing to push him along.
"Just want to make sure this is the actual direction you are going in. You need rest." Bulma said. She stopped pushing once Vegeta started walking. He headed up the stairs ahead of her, giving her a terrific view of his ass. Wow, what a nice, firm-looking ass… Bulma thought, coming up the stairs. She had a huge urge to smack it or grab it. She decided to fight her urge, afraid of the consequences of invading his privacy once again. She finally reached the top of the stairs and was relieved to become closer to her room. She looked down the hall at Vegeta who was walking in his room. Bulma bit her lip, a growing struggle filling her mind. She had to know. And tonight, she would find out. She looked back at her partially opened door and back at now was Vegeta's profile. She ultimately decided to risk her life once again. She jogged up to Vegeta's room right as he was going to close his door. She stepped in his way, blocking his current action. He frowned at her; a look of confusion was all over his face. Bulma took in a deep breath before making her next move.
"What is it, Woman?" Vegeta said, really not in the mood for her games tonight. He looked at her, growing agitated. Bulma stared in his eyes for a moment before stepping forward and grabbing Vegeta's head with both of her arms. She closed her eyes, pulled him towards her, and kissed him. Vegeta's eyes were as big as saucers and his cheeks immediately turned red. He thought about pulling away from her but a huge part of him told him no. Plus, she had a death grip on him; he probably wouldn't have been able to move if he wanted to. They stayed in that position for a few seconds before Bulma pulled away slowly, eyes still closed. Vegeta still had a look of embarrassment on his face. He noticed her cheeks were slightly red as well. She finally opened her eyes, looking into his. They stood in silence for what felt like minutes but were mere seconds. Bulma gave Vegeta a weak smile.
"Just wanted to say good night." Bulma said softly, turning to go back to her room. Her assumptions were right: he had super soft lips. Bulma quickly walked back to her room, shutting the door behind her softly. She leaned against her door, touching her lips with her right hand. She just kissed Vegeta…and she was still alive. She was right. Vegeta liked her, somewhat. And the feeling she felt in her stomach made her start to believe she was feeling more for Vegeta than she originally thought.
Vegeta watched her walk away and head back to her room. He half thought she was playing with him again. But there was something about her kiss and the way she left him. Vegeta looked down, shutting his door softly as well. He stared at the door, not knowing exactly what he was expecting. Maybe he half-hearted hoped that she would appear behind it again. He didn't understand or know where that kiss came from but it was something that left him feeling empty. Not the empty that he felt while training or while he was wandering space last year. He felt empty as if he needed something more of whatever he was missing. What has that infuriating woman done? Vegeta growled, sitting on his bed. He closed his eyes, clenching his eyes shut and fists. He had to refocus his mind. His main goal on this planet was to defeat Kakarot. It wasn't to befriend some Earth woman and the people that surrounded her. He just wanted to train and beat the androids so he could take out his arch enemy. Then he would be satisfied and this planet, those fighters, that woman would be a distant memory. Yes, he would then become the strongest in the universe once and for all. However, no matter how many times he told himself that, he couldn't shake the empty feeling he felt. Being the strongest warrior in the universe, having no one control him, having the weak bow down to him: wasn't that the end goal? Vegeta fist tightened, turning his knuckles white. He had to transform and soon. He had two more years, time was becoming wasted.
This would have been up last night but the copy-n-paste option wouldn't work at all for me yesterday until 5 minutes ago. Smh.
Hope you enjoyed that. And if you don't understand the joke, I was referring to the joke "It's _ in the morning. Nothing's open right now but Wal-Mart and legs" tehehehe. Lol. Remember to REVIEW =)