By Fate, We Fell In Love Chapter 9
Hello my loves! I know I've been gone forever! I was very focused on school and with so many assignments I was only on the computer for school purposes. I finished this chapter like a month ago but I changed my mind on the chapter and so 50% of it was removed and rewritten. Plus, I added the first part with the redos. It wasn't there originally. I have Chapter 10 mostly done, just gotta finish it and proofread it a few times before I'm satisfied.
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If I could…could forget him
I would…please believe me
And I know I should throw the towel in
But baby it's not…not that easy, hey
You treat me so much better than him
And if I was sane, there'd be no competition
But…but I'm in love with someone else (ohh)
In Love With Another Man- Jazmine Sullivan
Bulma felt her back hitting the panel on the gravity controls as she devoured Vegeta's mouth. He had lifted her up there, standing between her legs. Vegeta kept his hands on her waist, preventing her from falling or sliding off the controls. Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to him as she began pulling at his t-shirt, almost ripping it off his body. She didn't know how they got to this point. All she could remember was falling and Vegeta catching her and kissing her. Next thing she recalled was them tearing at each other's clothes, hands all over each other, kissing passionately. Vegeta had gotten her shirt over her head and was working on her shorts, not skipping a beat kissing her. Somehow Bulma had gotten Vegeta's shorts down and was working on getting his boxer briefs off next. His shirt had magically became disposed of and she was enjoying feeling his strong back on her legs. It doesn't make sense for someone to have such a great, defined body. Bulma lifted up a bit to help get her shorts and panties pulled down. They separated briefly as Vegeta pulled down and kicked off his shorts and underwear off and across the capsule, Bulma discarding hers as well. Before they knew it, they were having sex on top of the controllers. Good thing the machine electricity was turned off.
Bulma sat at the kitchen table, rubbing her lower back. After it was all said and done, those controllers left Bulma's back stiff and sore. She opened the bottle of ibuprofen, taking two with a glass of water.
"Damn, it feels like the metal has become one with my spine." Bulma mumbled. She stretched a bit, trying to crack her back. The warm shower the two took together helped a bit. Well, it would have helped more if she didn't end of getting banged against one of shower walls. Bulma blushed thinking of the naughty events that occurred just that afternoon. She should have been ashamed; should be but wasn't. As much as she tried, she couldn't have stopped either event. She knew she shouldn't have but she wanted it just as much as he wanted it. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Bulma sighed, throwing her head on the table in defeat. She was falling for that stupid prince. Damn it Bulma…
"Bulma, please. I just cleaned that counter." Mrs. Briefs said, walking into the kitchen with the home chef behind her. "Besides, Yan is getting ready to prepare dinner." Mrs. Briefs said, following a nod from Yan the chef. Bulma sat up, irritated that the two interrupted her pity party.
"Whatever Mom." was her response, getting up to leave. She grabbed her back, stretching a bit more. "Question Mom. How did you know Dad was the one? You know, like how were you sure to marry him?" Bulma asked, finding relief when her back cracked a bit.
"Hmm. Well, Honey. I don't know. I think I just knew." Mrs. Briefs said, smiling at Bulma. Bulma nodded and turned to leave. "You'll know, Bulma." Mrs. Briefs added before turning to Yan to discuss dinner. Bulma just stared at her mother for a few seconds before leaving. Well that was helpful! Thanks Mom, let's do this again! Oh, the stubbornness!
Over the last month, things for the two stubborn lovers were either really good or really bad. The arguments became worst, filled with anger and frustration as they both tried to ignore what was going on between them. But there were days where they both pushed aside their negative feelings and guilt to be with each other. Their good days showed how they truly felt about one another. These days they could be true to each other. They could be themselves and understand one another. Good days, no one else mattered but the two of them. These days were few and far between. The next day, things would go back to normal and they hated one another because they cared for one another. Bulma was constantly between telling Yamcha the truth and deciding that it wasn't worth it because it would never work out between her and Vegeta. She hated herself for living a lie but she didn't know what to do. On one hand she had the future she always dreamed of and on the other hand, she was playing with chances and taking a risk on someone who may never take those risks further with her. She knew how Vegeta felt, even if he never vocalized it. She noticed it in his actions towards her. She saw the jealously in his eyes when she would be with Yamcha. Vegeta knew how Bulma felt by paying attention to her words. She wouldn't straight up say it, but he knew that she was falling in love, or what he could perceive as love. He assumed it was the same thing that she felt towards her parents and her friends, except different. He didn't know a lot about feelings and didn't care to know any more about them. Vegeta felt continuing this "relationship" with Bulma was deteriorating his progress to become a Super Saiyan and she was only a distraction. On the contrary, Vegeta had become increasingly stronger over the last month. He could tell, but being stubborn, he refused to believe Bulma had anything to do with that. And he refused to turn soft because of a woman like Kakarot.
Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo were out by a waterfall, sparring off, mostly training Gohan. Goku and Gohan was in the middle of a spar, while Piccolo sat under the waterfall, mediating. Goku was very impressed with the moves and skills that Gohan had learned under Piccolo's guidance. Though Gohan still had a lot to learn, he was becoming a very formable warrior. After breaking an intense guard, the two separated, Gohan being out of breath. Goku stood, laughing with his hand behind his head.
"Wow Gohan. You are really getting better at blocking and dodging." Goku said, proud of his son's abilities. "And your martial arts skills are greatly improving. At this rate, you will definitely give those androids a run for their money." Goku said, floating towards his son. Gohan lifted his head, smiling brightly.
"Wow, thanks Dad. You think so?" Gohan said, excitingly. Goku nodded his head, looking over at Piccolo. He had something on his mind that he wanted to get out to the Namekian.
"Hey, let's take a quick break. I need to ask Piccolo some things." Goku said, flying down towards Piccolo. Gohan nodded his head, taking off for the ground. Goku stopped in front of Piccolo, who immediately noticed Goku standing there. Piccolo opened his eyes, waiting for an explanation for Goku breaking his concentration.
"I was wondering about Bulma and Vegeta. We have exactly 1 year and 9 months before the androids are to show up and 9 months before Trunks is to be born. Should we go check on them?" Goku said.
"I believe everything is falling into place as it should. You pestering them won't get Trunks born any quicker." Piccolo said, staring at the concerned Goku. Goku twisted his mouth in uncertainty.
"Well she's engaged and that wasn't supposed to happen…" Goku said, looking off into the forest. Piccolo growled in annoyance. Why should he care what those two were doing? He didn't even like Vegeta. But Trunks did seem like a nice boy
"Fine. Do what you want. I'm not going. I rather not run into Vegeta." Piccolo said nonchalantly.
"I don't plan on seeing him either. I just want to check in with Bulma. See how she's doing and if anything has changed." Goku stated. "I won't ask her anything directly about her relationship with Vegeta but I will hint at a lot of things."
"Like she won't know what you're doing. She's not stupid, you know."
"I know. That's why I have to be sneaky about it." Goku said, giving his infamous smile.
"Whatever, Goku." Piccolo said, drifting back into his meditation. Goku flew off back to Gohan, trying to figure out a way to get some information about if efforts had been made to conceive Trunks without saying anything to Bulma directly.
Bulma was sitting in the car shop office, watching the other mechanics from the glass window separating the garage from the office, eating a foot long sub sandwich. She had been eating all day it seemed, like she couldn't get full enough. Yesterday, she went out to a buffet with her mother and Yamcha and she had at least 6 plates full of food. Today, she already had a huge omelet filled with ham, sausage, and bacon and a large plate of chicken Caesar salad and now this foot long. She was trying not to eat so much because her heartburn would flare up right behind a large meal. Lately, she had been suffering from a lot of heartburn. This secret affair was getting way out of control. She needed to end it now, not just for the sake of her engagement, but her health as well.
Yamcha wanted to go out for dinner again tonight, so she was deciding on how she was going to confess to him. There was that option or just breaking things with Vegeta. Either way, someone was going to be hurt, whether or not they were too stubborn to admit. Thinking about it, Bulma wasn't sure if she could leave Vegeta alone. She was in too deep. She knew it but she didn't want to throw away 10 years because of an infatuation or one-sided love. She was back to questioning whether or not she wanted to be with Yamcha anymore again. A loud bang was heard in the garage, stirring Bulma out of her thoughts. One of the junior mechanics almost dropped the hydraulics lift with a car on it on himself. Bulma shook her head, not bothering to go see what was going on. She figured one of the other mechanics would solve the problem. Leaning back in the desk chair, Bulma looked at the ceiling, mentally counting the speckles on the ceiling. Suddenly her view was occluded by a familiar spikey haired man. Bulma jumped and yelped, almost falling backwards. She was caught by the visitor before she could hit the ground.
"Damn it Goku, stop using that instant transmission! You're gonna give someone a heart attack!" Bulma screamed sitting back in her chair properly. Goku just laughed, holding his hand behind his head.
"Whoops sorry." he said grinning. "Hiya Bulma!" Goku said, giving Bulma a hug. She hugged him back weakly, seeing as he put a lot of strength in that hug.
"Goku, you're killing me…"Bulma managed out.
"Oh whoops. Hehehe. I still don't know my own strength yet!" Goku apologized. "But how have you been? I haven't seen you in a year." Goku asked standing in front of her. Bulma pointed to a chair behind him, signaling for him to sit down.
"I've been good. Just trying to keep myself busy so I don't become too bored." Bulma said, leaning back in her chair. "What brings you out here? Were you looking for Vegeta?" Bulma asked curiously. Goku hadn't been around her house since he brought her mother some sensu beans for Vegeta.
"Oh no, just wanted to talk to an old friend. Get away from training a bit." Goku said, stretching.
"Well, ok." Bulma said, shrugging her shoulders. It would be nice to talk to someone else other than her family, Yamcha, and Vegeta whenever it wasn't them arguing. "I was just gonna go walk through the park. Wanna join me?" Bulma asked, getting up. She climbed out her overalls which she was wearing leggings and a plain t-shirt underneath.
The two of them walked, talking about how Goku's training with Piccolo and Gohan was going and how Goku convinced Chichi to allow Gohan to train with them and about Bulma's new position and engagement.
"Chichi's one tough chick to survive a slap through a house, a tree, and into a rock by Son Goku." Bulma said, considering watching herself next time they got into an argument. Goku laughed at her.
"Yeah, she is. She, surprisingly, wasn't that upset with me." Goku said, looking up at the clouds.
"I envy her strength." Bulma mumbled.
"Well, how's living with Vegeta?" Goku said, ready to get to the meat and potatoes of everything. Bulma looked away from Goku, not wanted to talk about Vegeta at all with him. She was afraid she would give away her true feelings about the arrogant prince.
"It's…bearable. Some days I don't want to bludgeon him with a mallet." Bulma said, truthfully. On their good days, she didn't want to kill him but every other day in between…
"Aww I'm sure it's not that bad!" Goku said against hope.
"No, for the most part, there are times I don't see him for days and when I do, he's awfully quiet." Bulma said. She wasn't lying. There were times she didn't see him for days, but that were before…
Goku looked down sadly, wondering why they weren't a bit closer than they were. Maybe Trunks coming back from the future distorted some things and he would be born later than expected.
"Oh, I just thought that after a year, you two would be…cordial." Goku pieced his sentence together. Bulma looked up at him and he saw something in her eyes. He had seen it every day in Chichi's eyes since they were kids.
"Cordial? Yeah, you could say that, I guess." Bulma said, looking away again. Goku continued to stare at Bulma, a grin growing on his face. She was in love with him. He knew it! Goku tried to contain the laughter he felt inside. Well, at least that part was working. Goku would have to assume Vegeta was feeling similar because he knew he wouldn't talk to him about anything but becoming a super Saiyan. Goku smiled at her.
"Yeah, sure."
Vegeta stopped in the middle of his training. He just felt what he thought to be Kakarot's ki on the Capsule Corp. grounds. What business would he have there? Vegeta could only conclude that Kakarot was checking on him, probably thinking he had done something terrible living there. Vegeta grew angry suddenly. Of course that's why he was there; always underestimating him, watching him over his shoulder as if at any moment, he would snap. Vegeta threw the switch off immediately to the gravity controls, exiting the Gravity Machine. He tried pinpointing Kakarot's location on Capsule Corp. grounds but he noticed he was leaving. He wasn't even there five minutes. Vegeta stood outside, still concentrating on Kakarot's location. After a few minutes once he was sure Kakarot wasn't coming back, he went back inside the Gravity Machine. Maybe Kakarot had another agenda with Bulma. He was sure he felt her presence somewhere near the Saiyan, at least he assumed it was her. The ki he felt didn't feel like Bulma's. Lately, she was starting to feel foreign.
Goku arrived back to the mountain area, in the kitchen of his home, scaring Chichi and Gohan.
"Goku! You need to stop doing that!" she exclaimed, holding her chest.
"You know, Bulma said the same thing to me." Goku said, looking around the kitchen. "Hey, where's Piccolo?"
"I think he's out by that waterfall. That's where I left him after we were training." Gohan said, regaining his composure after the mini heart attack. Goku nodded, instant transmissioning to Piccolo's position.
Piccolo was standing in front of the waterfall, concentrating his energy by moving the water with his ki that flared off him. Goku appeared right behind him, not catching him off guard.
"Hey Piccolo." Goku said, grinning from ear to ear.
"How did your meeting go?" Piccolo asked, still not turning around.
"Well, good news, Bulma's definitely in love with him. There's no doubting that, I could tell." Goku said cheery.
"Ok, well is she pregnant?" Piccolo asked, turning to face Goku.
"I don't know. She doesn't look pregnant." Goku said, looking up at the clouds thinking. "However, I had a hard time pinpointing her location earlier when I went to visit. Her ki doesn't feel the same. Like it's there but there's a slight difference in her ki as well." Goku explained. Piccolo continued to look at Goku, feeling out Bulma's ki.
"You've know her for half your life, I wouldn't know if there was a difference in her normal ki." Piccolo said, sensing Bulma's ki.
"Hmm…you're right. I should ask Gohan. Maybe I'm a bit off. I could have pick up someone's ki from the car garage she was in." Goku concluded, shrugging his shoulders. "Anyways, at least we have that going on now. She's in love and I'm pretty sure Vegeta is feeling similar or something like it." Piccolo listened, searching his mind. At least Trunks was going to be born. That would be the good in the deed; for once the prince would be doing the world some good.
Bulma sat on the back porch, looking below at the Gravity Machine. The capsule hummed and glowed, signaling that Vegeta was inside, pushing himself to no end. She thought about the difference between Goku and Vegeta. Vegeta had almost killed himself, pushed himself to total exhaustion, and damn near trained every second of his life alone, while Goku trained with Piccolo and his son, helping them perfect their art and still found time to enjoy life. He had gotten a driver's license, ate regular meals with his family, and spent equal time with his wife and son. Through everything, Goku was still stronger than Vegeta. It was bittersweet; Vegeta wanted so bad to be able to take on Goku, wanting them both to be in the same league with Vegeta triumphing over Goku. Yet, he couldn't seem to reach Goku's point. She listened to him when he talked in his sleep sometimes through her bedroom wall or whenever she slept next to him. The pain and disappointment within himself was very evident during his dream talking. She felt bad for him. She wished she could help him achieve his goal but she gave him all the tools for success, the rest was up to him.
She walked back in her room to finish getting dressed for her date with Yamcha. She decided not to tell him her secret. She decided to just end things with Vegeta. It would be better that way. Yamcha would be none the wiser and they would go ahead and get married and have a happy life together. That would be best. Vegeta probably wouldn't even care after a week, if that long, that whatever they had was over. He was only here so he could become stronger and defeat the androids. After that, he would probably get her father to build him a spaceship and he would leave Earth. The thought of it hurt Bulma's heart. She wouldn't want Vegeta to leave. Maybe he would want to stay on Earth. But, she would never see him again either way. He hated everyone so he wouldn't become a Z warrior. And she would be married. Maybe she would be more hurt than Vegeta in the end. That made her even more upset and she found herself feeling like she was going to cry. Fighting against the emotional storm heading her way, Bulma took in a deep breath and sat in front of her vanity mirror to start her make up.
Vegeta turned off the controls of the Gravity Machine, done training for the night. His mind wasn't really on training today. He wasn't tired or too irritated to train; his heart just wasn't in it today. He had a feeling of dread, as if something was about to change soon. He wasn't afraid of the androids or even anxious about them; he just felt like something serious was about to happen. Maybe he was closer to becoming a Super Saiyan and would transform soon. Whatever it was, it had his mind occupied. Or maybe he was feeling up to spending time with Bulma tonight. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Vegeta enjoyed having someone to sleep next to. Even if it was the annoying, beautiful heiress. Her snoring could be done away with but she always looked amazing while she slept. The moon seemed to touch her skin just right and make her glow. Her blue hair would lay on the pillows behind her and some pieces framed her face. It was times he would just stare at her until he fell asleep. As much as he wanted to tell himself that she meant nothing and this was only out of loneliness, deep down, he felt something for her. What it was, only he could know. He called her annoying, bratty, and selfish but he really didn't mean it. Yes, she was a selfish brat; however she was tolerable and did care a lot about the people around her, even him. She never outwardly said what she was feeling, but Vegeta wasn't stupid. He saw it in her actions and the way she looked at him when they argued or were lying in bed.
Through so much observation, Vegeta also noticed she was still wearing her engagement ring and Yamcha was still over all the time, worshipping her. At first, he was sure that she had broken the engagement but it was clear she was having her cake and eating it as well. Vegeta didn't care about what she did, but he did feel a sting of jealousy whenever Yamcha was around and whenever he would kiss Bulma or hold her close to him. Vegeta had nothing to gain from it but he wanted to expel the secret to the weakling so bad he could envision the look on Yamcha face. Oh, it would be such a slap in the face. His fiancé was in love with thee single person Yamcha hated more in life. That would piss Bulma off so that she would probably hate Vegeta until her dying breath so it probably wouldn't be worth it in the long run. Still, he would love to be there when Yamcha found out. He was deep in his thoughts as he walked in the back door of the home. He was heading upstairs when he noticed Yamcha walking in the living room. Vegeta stopped in his tracks so he would be seen by the weakling. Yamcha was heading towards the kitchen when he saw Vegeta standing there, scowling at him.
"What gives, Vegeta?" Yamcha said, walking towards Vegeta. Yamcha sometimes grew balls, pretending like if Vegeta were to attack him at the moment, he would have a fighting chance. And that attitude really pissed Vegeta off. How dare that ignorant human have the nerve to pretend like he was a challenge? Vegeta had fantasized blasting Yamcha into the nearest wall with his Galick Gun attack, making him happy as a fat kid with candy. That would be beautiful. Yamcha felt unnerved as Vegeta suddenly was smirking at him. He looked so malicious and deadly that it gave Yamcha the chills. "Well? What?" Yamcha repeated, getting defensive, just in case. Vegeta snapped out his lovely dream and gave Yamcha a more annoyed look.
"Hmm, fool." Vegeta simply said, heading up the stairs. Oh, if only! Yamcha's growl could be heard as he started up the stairs. It was the small things in life… Vegeta was up the stairs when he almost ran into a sniffling Bulma. She was looking down, wiping her nose. It was apparent that she had been crying and was still crying. She looked up as she reached the stairs, looking at what could be conceived as concerned Vegeta.
"Oh, hey Vegeta." Bulma said, sniffling.
"Woman, what is wrong with you?" Vegeta asked. Bulma wiped her eye, trying to be careful of her eye liner.
"Oh, nothing. It's just, I-I was putting on my make-up and-and I'm out of my favorite mascara!" Bulma yelled, starting to cry again. "I had to use some random mascara in my box. It's so tragic!" She exclaimed, blowing her nose. Vegeta gave her the strangest look as she bawled her eyes out over some make up. He felt his right eye twitching as he continue to watch the dramatic show.
"Uhh…" was all he could say. Bulma calmed down again and patted her eyes once more.
"Oh well, this will have to do until I can get to Sephora tomorrow. I'm going out to eat. See you later." Bulma said, heading down the stairs, completely normal. Vegeta watched her going down the stairs thinking what the fuck is wrong with that woman?...
Yamcha watched in awe at Bulma for the 10th time that night. Before they left the house, Bulma yelled at him for showing up too earlier and then suddenly was happy when she realized he was wearing her favorite shirt. In the car, she started crying when she saw a dog crossing the street with 2 puppies. And now, she was devouring food. She had 3 full plates of rice, chicken, and vegetables. Yamcha never seen Bulma eat so much food in his life. It was uncanny. But things were strange ever since he walked into the Brief household. First Vegeta giving him a death smirk and now Bulma's bizarre behavior and eating. She finished her 3rd plate with a smile.
"Wow, I didn't know I was that hungry. I wonder what they have for dessert." Bulma said, looking at the dessert menu. Yamcha's jaw dropped. After all that, she still had room for dessert?!
"Umm, Babe, are you ok?" Yamcha asked nervously. Bulma looked up from the menu at Yamcha.
"Yeah, why?" Bulma asked.
"Well you just went Goku on me with all that food."
"Yeah I know! I just couldn't get enough! Ooo! Let's get a strawberry cheesecake!"
"…a whole one?" Yamcha asked quietly. Bulma nodded her head, waving their waiter over to place the order. Yamcha laughed nervously. Something strange was going on with Bulma. Even her ki didn't feel the same. Maybe she been breathing in too many exhaust pipes fumes or had a lab accident. It was strange.
Vegeta was lying in his bed in the dark, listening to the wind outside. It was a peaceful night. It helped to relax his mind every now and then. Seeing as there was no one in the house; Bulma was on a date and her parents were out of town again, he took this time to enjoy the peace. Since being on Earth, Vegeta realized there was a lot of beauty on the planet and that it was very comforting to his mind. Almost all his life was destruction and battles so at first the peace unnerved him. Now, nights like this, Vegeta made himself relax his mind. It didn't happen often. Vegeta knew better than to waste too much time doing this. He still needed to transform into the Super Saiyan. However, right now, he took it in. He felt two kis outside the home, which probably were Bulma and Yamcha. He didn't bulge, remaining in his bed. She would come to him tonight.
Bulma waved at Yamcha before shutting the door. She yawned as she locked up the house for the night. She keyed in the code on the security system to lock the home until 6:45 am, which would be the time Vegeta would leave out to train. She sighed, heading upstairs. She knew what she told herself earlier about what she was planning to do but right now, she was way too tired. She wanted to spend the night with Vegeta tonight, whether it was right or wrong, she was going to do it. Earlier, she had tons of energy but on the ride home, she grew extremely exhausted. Going in her room to change into sleepwear, Bulma quickly disrobed and put on a pair of cotton shorts and an oversized t-shirt. She didn't bother sneaking to Vegeta's room because her parents were gone out of town. She yawned, opening his door without knocking. She already seen him naked, which she greatly enjoyed, so it wasn't like she was going to see something she hadn't already. Vegeta was laying in his bed with his arms folded under his head looking up at the ceiling.
"I almost thought you were sleep." Bulma said through a yawn. She trudged over to his bed and climbed in, attempting to fight her sleep.
"Of course not." Vegeta responded.
"Of course not." Bulma mocked. Bulma snugged under the covers, enjoying the scent of Vegeta lingering in the sheets. Next thing she knew, she was falling asleep.
Vegeta continued to look up at the ceiling as he was lost in his thoughts. He glanced at Bulma, wondering why she wasn't attempting to talk his ear off. She was lying still next to him. He rolled over to see Bulma was fast asleep. Vegeta poked her face several times to be certain that she was indeed sleeping. When she didn't bulge, he rolled his eyes and looked back at the ceiling. Oh well, there was always the morning. Vegeta listened to the wind blowing a bit longer when he felt a rise in ki. He sat up, looking right at Bulma's body, where it came from. He looked at her, snoring slightly. She wouldn't have done that, being that she didn't know how to control her ki in the first place. He stared at her a bit longer when he felt it again. Something was definitely up. This time the ki he felt remained steady. It seemed to radiate from her abdomen. Vegeta pondered on this strange occurrence. He never noticed it before in the entire time he had been living on Earth. Curious, he pulled back the covers and lifted Bulma's shirt to expose her stomach. He reached down and touched it to see if he could feel anything. At his touch, the ki rose and became steady again, radiating to Vegeta's hand. He pulled back quickly at this discovery. He hadn't lived on Planet Vegeta very long. He was 5 when Frieza blew it up. However, Vegeta was almost certain he knew what was going on. He reached again and touched her stomach, getting the same reaction. It suddenly dawned on him why her ki had been feeling different. She was with child!
Of course, you knew that was coming. Duh. Trunks is due in 9 months. But anyways, I haven't had Bulma tell Yamcha yet because I am evil and I want to pull out Bulma's selfishness to the max. Yes, she has matured from her Dragon Ball ways, but she will always have that selfishness about her. Please Review for me! Thank you, love you all! XOXOXO