Thank you again to all of the wonderful reviews! I hope that this chapter is good enough for you all. It's one of the longest chapters in this story, so that's a good thing. Remember to keep leaving me reviews. I don't normally answer reviews, but I did get one from someone a while back who wanted to know if I would write a story about the night that occurs between Chapters 3 and 4...You all know what I'm talking about. I'm sorry for anyone who thought that would be interesting, because I won't be doing it. I'm not all that comfortable with the idea of writing stuff like that. I hope you all understand.

By the way, on a totally different note, have any of you checked out the music that I've been talking about? Is any of it familiar to you guys already? Let me know! I really strongly encourage you to check it out, because they really are good songs. A couple of them are so beautiful...But anyway, I'm getting off topic!

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Chapter 6

It took three days for Lemona's body to stop shaking and for her to start feeling anything again. In that span of time and the days that followed, the thing she noticed most was that Turbo's attitude towards her hadn't changed much, though he was acting a little kinder towards her. He still never called her by her name, preferring to give her pet names like 'bonbon,' 'lemon cake,' and, to Lemona's disgust, 'gummy bear.' He had brought her to a hot spring like he'd planned and helped her to clean herself up, rubbing her clean with a soft cotton candy puff. The water had been soothing for Lemona's numerous bumps and bruises, but the one thing she'd noticed was that all the soaps and shampoos had no scent.

"You don't need all those chemicals and perfumes," Turbo had told her, answering her unasked question of why. "You've already got the most wonderful smell in the entire arcade."

That had been a little bit discomforting for Lemona to hear, but she'd done nothing in response for fear that Turbo would get angry and beat her again.

That was the one thing about Turbo that made Lemona so terrified of him. One minute he would be happy and showering her with affections, and the next minute he'd be delivering blows like the fighters in Street Fighter II. He lost his temper over the littlest things, so every bruise and fresh scrape told the story of another thing Lemona had done unintentionally. The only thing Lemona found she was thankful for was that he hadn't repeated the events that had left her feeling so disgusting. Sure, she found him touching her much more often, sometimes in the places she wanted him to touch the least, but it never went farther then that, thank sweetness.

Lemona never did anything except allow her hatred towards him to silently fester and grow inside of her. There were many times where the idea of trying to strike back or escape crossed her mind, but she always found herself shoving them away. Though she was healing more every day, her body was still too weak for her to attempt such a feat, and the idea of what would happen to her once (not if, once,) Turbo caught her was unimaginable. Luckily, Turbo didn't seem to suspect a thing, as she hid everything behind her fear and shame.

The shame and disgust were the two feelings Lemona was the least familiar with, however, she despised them just as strongly as any of the other negative emotions she felt. They both came from that sad but true fact that she really couldn't do anything to stop Turbo from doing whatever he pleased. Unless she wanted to be beaten to a pulp, the best thing she could do to keep herself safe was acting powerless. Most of the time those feelings arose when she was backed up against one of the cavern's walls with no way of escaping him. He seemed to enjoy doing that quite a bit, and Lemona supposed that was just his sadism kicking in. The only thing that didn't make Lemona quite as powerless was the fact that Turbo never bound her anymore, believing that she wasn't going to try to go anywhere.

But there was one place that Lemona was brave enough to go. Every night, once she was positive that Turbo had fallen into a deep sleep, she carefully slid off of the bed that they now shared and made her way towards the cavern's exit. The force field was always there; she had accepted the fact that it was never going to leave long ago. She never tried to make it go away; she simply sat down in front of it and stared out at the land in front of her. Sometimes she would look up at the millions of gumdrops covered in sugar granules that acted as stars in the night sky and dream of being able to fly up there on a Rocket so that she could see if anybody was looking for her. Or, better yet, she'd take that Rocket and use it to fly herself home. Turbo was encouraging her to unleash her sour side so often during the day that she found by night-time it was too exhausted to break free like it had used to. But that was alright. She didn't want Turbo wake up and find out what she was doing by the force field anyway.

Every night she would ask herself, "Why haven't I seen anybody come searching yet?" Oh, how she prayed that one of her friends would show up and find her there, be her hero, save her from the nightmare that she was living. She knew that she had to stay strong and stay alive, for her friends and for herself. But there were always days where she felt like she would die.

Sitting by the force field also allowed Lemona to think about things that she couldn't when Turbo was around. Like her body. Lemona still hadn't adjusted to her new woman's body, and she found that as time went on, it continued to confuse her. Her breasts began to swell and darken. She started bleeding in a place she'd never bled before, and sometimes she noticed a milky fluid coming out of her as well. Her whole body continued to ache, and she began to suspect that not all of the pain was from her injuries. Her lower body began to cramp up painfully, she began to develop chronic back pain, and sometimes her head would throb as if it was being smacked like a drum.

Lemona never dreamed of telling any of this to Turbo, but as time went on, he began to notice other things that Lemona couldn't hide.

One day, when Lemona was sitting on the bed with nothing to do, Turbo came up to her with his usual smirk of pleasure plastered on his face. "Hoo hoo! And what would you like for lunch today my precious gummy bear?"

Lemona's response had been immediate, though when she finished speaking she had no idea where it had come from. "I'm kind of in the mood for a gummy fish coated in caramel sauce and topped off with whipped cream and candy-cane shavings." The confused look of bewilderment that wiped the smirk off of Turbo's face was an indication that he was just as puzzled as she was. But that was what Lemona wanted, and so she didn't change her mind, and Turbo prepared it, presenting the dish to her with that stupid expression still on his face.

It really wouldn't have made a difference if she had wanted to change her mind, because after Lemona had finished the meal that she'd suddenly been craving, she found that the food was unable to stay in her stomach, coming up with the bitter taste of stomach acid. Both she and Turbo both dismissed it as simply being fish that hadn't been prepared properly, but it soon became apparent that it wasn't that at all. Though she had been getting healthier, there came a period of time where nothing she put in her mouth was able to stay in her stomach again. And she began to always be tired and dizzy. It became such a problem that she started taking naps in the afternoons and sometimes she would faint right in the middle of doing something. Both she and Turbo began to worry, thinking that perhaps she'd picked up a virus. Keeping a close eye on her, Turbo fed her different types of medicine that he seemed to pick up out of nowhere, and sometimes it helped a bit. But her problems never fully went away, and the cravings she developed continued to become stranger and stranger.

One night when she had a headache too extreme to allow her to sleep, Lemona crawled out of bed like she always did and headed towards the force field. By this point in time she'd given up counting the days she'd been trapped, but if she'd been asked to guess how long she'd been in the cavern she would have estimated seven or eight weeks. Sitting cross-legged on the hard ground, she planted her aching head into one of her palms as though it were a pillow and raised her eyes to the stars once again. The land in front of her was as silent as a grave; the only things around were trees.

"So that's it," Lemona suddenly thought. To her surprise she found tears starting to leak from her green eyes even though she hadn't cried for quite some time. A wave of hopelessness crashed over her and she had no idea where it came from. "Nobody's coming. I'm going to be stuck here for the rest of my life with a maniac."

But why was nobody coming? The despair continued to build up inside of Lemona as she considered the possibilities, all of them depressing and most of them not very likely at all. But Lemona was so upset that she wasn't thinking clearly.

When Turbo opened his eyes and noticed Lemona was no longer beside him he sat up in a flash, eyes darting all over the cave. "She wouldn't have dared to leave…would she?"

But his eyes soon found her, now up and pacing back and forth in a frenzy in front of the force field and mumbling incoherently. Turbo's face darkened when he saw her stop and give the force field a strong kick. "Lemona! Get back over here!" he ordered, but his words fell on deaf ears. As soon as Lemona had kicked the force field, she had let out a shriek of pain and sadness, and garbled words tumbled out of her mouth along with her tears. "Oh sour lemonade," she managed to warble out. "What if nobody likes me?! What if I'm just a glitchy kid stuck in a freakish adult body that nobody likes?!"

Turbo's mouth dropped open in shock. What was she talking about? Quickly regaining his composure, Turbo hopped off of the bed and gave her another warning. "Lemona, you're going to have me not liking you if you don't get back over here in the next three seconds! One…Two…"

But Lemona still hadn't heard him, now sobbing about something completely different. "What's wrong with me? My head hurts, my clothes are getting too tight, and I've been going to the bathroom practically every five seconds! What the Hot Tamales is wrong with me?"

Now Turbo was shouting back, trying to be heard over Lemona's hysterics. "Lemona, I'm not kidding right now. I'm starting to lose my patience!"

"Lose your patience?" Suddenly the sobbing stopped and was replaced with uncontrollable giggles. "Is that like losing your marbles?" Lemona was no longer pacing either, now she was skipping around the cave, singing a tune that she was making up on the spot about jujubes, lollipops and Skittles. Once she'd gone around a couple of times, she hopped up onto the bed's mattress and started bouncing. "Come on Turbo, bounce with me!" When he didn't, she jumped to the ground again, and once she'd landed on her feet she grabbed one of his hands with both of hers, pulling eagerly. "Come on! What are you waiting for?"

As soon as the words had escaped her mouth, Turbo had reached up with his free hand and grabbed Lemona by her neck. Using every ounce of strength he lifted her up until her feet were dangling in the air above the ground. "I've had enough of this game," he snarled at the girl, who was now gasping for breath, her face turning the dark shade of a blueberry. "Now when I let go, we're both going back to bed, and you're not going to get up until I tell you to in the morning. No more games; just sleep. Is that understood?"

As Lemona still had Turbo's hand in a vice-grip around her neck, she couldn't nod or shake her head, so her only response was her wheezing breaths. Sure that she had understood, Turbo set her down again and waited for her to be the first to move. She took a few minutes to get her breathing back to normal, and then lifted her head to stare at him with lime green daggers for eyes. "You know what I think?" she finally hissed, her voice a little too calm for comfort. "I think I'm not tired anymore. So maybe I won't get back into bed with you. In fact, maybe I'll never get back into bed with you because I don't really think I feel like having your grimy, sweaty, disgusting paws on me. What do you think about that?"

A vicious shove was the response to Lemona's question, and the force behind it was so strong that after flying backwards and landing on her back, she slid on the cavern floor until her head collided into the force field, causing her body to stop. The collision was strong enough to daze Lemona, and she felt even more dizzy than usual as Turbo advanced until he was looming over her body. He kicked her once, and her body coiled into the fetal position in response as a scream was released from her lips. She saw him lift his leg again and shut her eyes, knowing that it would do no good; she'd still be able to see him deliver the blow. But the blow never came. Instead, Lemona saw Turbo notice something, something that made him crouch down so he could get a better look.

As Lemona had slid across the ground, her nightgown had ridden up her body until it covered most of her abdomen and above. Her abdomen seemed to be what Turbo was interested in, and Lemona inhaled sharply as he grabbed the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it up farther so that the entire stomach could be seen. It was a little bit bloated, which gave her the tiniest bit of a bump, the reason her nightgown had started to feel tight. So Lemona started to quiver as Turbo placed a hand on top of it. Afraid to exhale or ask what was so interesting about her stomach, she watched him as he continued to stare wordlessly down at it. Finally he started to speak again, not taking his eyes off of what was under his hand.

"The nausea," he stated flatly. "The cravings. The dizziness and fatigue. The mood swing."

Shocked, Lemona realized he was listing all of the things wrong with her that he'd noticed. And from the way he was listing them, they didn't seem like random things. They sounded like they were linked together, like pieces of a puzzle.

"It's not a virus," Turbo finally finished, his words coming out in an astonished whisper. His statement confused Lemona. If she didn't have a virus, then what was wrong with her system? What else could cause her symptoms? Suddenly she wished that she lived in a hospital video game instead of a sugary racing one. Then she'd know what was going on.

Running through all of her symptoms in her mind, Lemona tried to see how they could all be related, her body beginning to glitch anxiously as she tried to piece it all together. "Maybe my code's getting corrupted again. Or maybe I'm malnourished. Maybe I need more sunlight and exercise." But nothing she came up with seemed accurate.

Still puzzled, she looked to Turbo, who still had his hand on her abdomen and was staring at it incredulously. He wasn't paying attention to anything else. "It has something to do with my stomach," Lemona decided. Then she started thinking about all of the things that could have been wrong with her stomach. "Maybe I ate some bad candy and now I've got food poisoning. Or maybe my glitches are making it so that I'm getting fat from eating so much candy. Or maybe-"

Before she had even finished her sentence the daze she had been in from hitting her head on the force field faded and she realized that she knew what it was. It was as though her head had been full of cotton candy and now it was clear. And now it all seemed so obvious! But no…It couldn't be true…It couldn't be…

But as Lemona stared at Turbo she realized that it was true.

She, Lemona Lime, the girl trapped in a woman's body, was pregnant.

PLEASE REVIEW! I'm BEGGING YOU, lol! And for your information, the idea behind the little song Lemona is singing when she's in a good mood came from the song "Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows," by Lesley Gore. I DON'T OWN the song, I just got an idea from it! I'm sorry for leaving you in suspense...sort of. LOL. It had to be done. Have a good day guys!