Dragon Ball - The Heart of Adventurers
By LastationLover5000 and Demod20, Edited by Firegod00
Chapter 2 - Our Dream Beyond The Stars
Bulma turned side to side, her eyes squinting and brows caked in cold sweat. Her mind's eye told of a dream that quickly spiraled into a nightmare. It started off with her memories of Goku and her, along with Oolong, P'uar and Yamcha on their way to Pilaf's fortress. They were intending on reclaiming the Dragon Balls he held captive and be one step closer to collecting them all.
A few details were off, though.
For starters, Goku wasn't a child but was a full grown man, ridiculously buff muscles stretching through the confines of his gi and wielding his Power Pole as if it was a support column for a massive structure. P'uar was a tiger, with Yamcha riding him bareback while wearing even less clothes than Goku with his sword drawn and his hair done in a blonde tint bowl cut. Whatever reason it may have been, Oolong remained the same as he was, which made the dream even stranger.
By the time she witnessed Goku wiping out a legion of robots while Yamcha bested monstrous sized rats, they finally reached the interior of the fortress. Just as they were about to make off with the Balls, much to a same-ol' Pilaf and the gang's chagrin, a pool of lunar light stretched into the throne room. When Goku's eyes met it his whole body shook, expanding in height and mass at an indefinite rate. She barely was taken out by Yamcha with the rest until the whole castle was shattered just by the giant monkey that had replaced the valiant Goku. Stomping after them, they tried to escape a giant hand, reaching out to grab them. Grab her. Crush her. Kill her.
Bulma woke up with a gasp, her whole body heaving with effort as sweat poured down her face. Using her sleeve to wipe off the excess excretions, she turned over to the side of the bed, looking down to the floor. Regaining her breath, she found herself staring at an empty mat, with no sleeping Goku to be found.
"Strange, I knew he was snoring as loud as a train a moment ago. Where the Hell is he?" She pondered with a huff, slipping into some fuzzy slippers as she stood erect. As there wasn't any place to truly hide in the meager spaced hut, she knew there was only two possible areas he could be. She chose the first instead of the latter, knowing Goku's attachment to the old quarters of his adopted grandfather.
Peeking her head out of the window, she turned her gaze around and up. There she caught the sight of Goku's feet idly kicking in the air. Her frown melted into a satisfied smile, glad to have been right on the money.
Shuffling quietly out of the home through the front door, she saw that he was laying atop it. Was he sleeping? It couldn't be that, otherwise she would have heard him through the crude roofing of the hut. Squinting her eyes with determination, she lunged straight for the window opening for a foothold and reached up to grab the roof's edge. Her efforts met with failure, as her grip slipped, causing her to flail back with a yelp before crashing to the ground with a thud.
"Ow," She groaned, rising up from the grass to rub her head with pained frustration.
"Hey, Bulma," Goku called out, catching her eyes as he sat up to look down at her.
Sighing, she stood up to place her hands on her hips, arching a brow incredulously as she asked, "What are you doing up there, Son? A bed mat too comfortable for you?"
"Hahaha, nah, I'm just watching the stars," He shook his head, pointing up at the beautiful night sky glimmering over Mount Paozu.
Looking up, she was taken aback just how amazing the view was. She was too used to the city lights to see the majestic vista of the skyward canvas of constellations and falling comets. Shaking her head out of her reverie, she turned to point at the hut as she met Goku's innocent stare with a demanding one.
"Son, come inside and get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow," She ordered in an almost motherly way.
"Awwww, but I'm not tired," Goku whined, almost childishly as his lips pouted.
"Son," Bulma glared up at her childhood friend with indignation.
"Why don't you come up here and look up with me? It's a lot better view and I'd like the company," Goku insisted with a eager smile, patting the roof with insistence.
Hearing that made Bulma's assertive attitude crumble. Looking back at the house then up at the smiling Son, she knew it was either going back to sleep and entering another bout of crazy dreams. Or she could stay up for a little bit and enjoy the scenery with him.
Sighing, she shook her head with a smile meeting Goku's eyes with a childish twinkle of her own, "Okay, I'm in. Just give me a second."
"You sure you don't need help? You're not the most graceful person I know, after all," Goku pointed out candidly after his query.
"I can make it on my own, thank you very much!" She shouted, ditching her slippers so her soles could feel the cold dew soaked ground. Breaking off into another run, her feet found better purchase and her hands' grip on the roof's edge was a bit more firm. Grunting she began lifting herself up, her midriff bending over the surface. It wasn't until her hands felt some tiles pull loose did she start to yip in panic.
Just as her hands struggled to reach for anything to grab hold of, a familiar red pole shot into view. Clapping her digits over her crown, she grasped the object, causing her whole body to bounce but not fall back to the cold ground below. Slowly the pole retracted hauling her up and over the roofing to the upraised steeple Goku was leaning against. Letting go of the pole, she leaned against the tiles as she meekly smiled and averted his gaze with a blush.
"Thanks," She mumbled.
"You're welcome," Goku said simply, not wanting to tease his friend any longer. After placing his pole beside him, he looked up with his hands providing a cushion for his head, he stared up at the incredible view of the stars. Joining him in his stargazing was finally Bulma whose eyes were wide and blinking with awe.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" The aspiring Martial Artist asked with a softer voice.
"More like amazing," Bulma breathed out, her blue eyes reflecting the glittering canopy above. "I often forget what a view like this is living in the city. I wish I could see this all the time."
"Makes you want to go up and see where those lights come from, right?" Goku asked with an excited grin.
Turning her head, her eyes blinked curiously at her friend, "Why would you want to go up there? To space I mean?"
"Oh, I don't know," The Turtle Schooler said as he shrugged, answering readily afterwards with a dreamy smile, "but something in my gut feels like it's the right thing to do, you know? I mean, after I beat Piccolo there's only so many people around that can put up quite a challenge. What if there's even stronger people out there, on planets just like ours? I'd really like to see how far I could push myself facing those kinds of fighters!"
Giggling, she waved at Goku offhandedly as she looked up at the night sky again, "That sounds like you. For whatever reason if you find yourself going up there, you'd need to take me along."
"Oh? What would you do up there?" Goku asked, turning his head to look at her now with a curious set of blinks.
"Research new life forms, planetary geology, make breaking record discoveries of alien life," Bulma replied matter-of-fact, as if it was obvious. Looking over at Goku's perplexed expression, she realized some of her words were going over his head. Making an effort to sit more upright, she gestured towards him with an amused look, "basically I'd do advanced science research while you go kick ass. More or less."
"Oh, that makes sense, haha!" Goku laughed as he leaned up to scratch his head with sheepish relief.
"In fact," Bulma tapped her chin, wagging her eyebrows as she leaned closer to Goku, teasing with a grin, "I'd do my first experiment on a new alien life form, hiding in plain sight."
"Huh? Really? Who is that?" Goku cocked his head to the side, looking genuinely perplexed by this discovery.
"You," She poked his chest, her smile deepening at the aghast look on Goku's face.
"M-Me?! You think I'm an ALIEN?!" Goku asked with a recoiling visage that looked almost adorable in Bulma's eyes.
"Well, it'd make sense, wouldn't it? I've seen an Alien as a child, so it's not like they don't exist. Plus, you and Piccolo both stray from the norm of this world's native populace so it'd make sense," She explained with a smile, finding it fun to bring up facts of the past to prove her crazy theory. Waving a finger she continued as Goku looked amazed at her, "let's not forget how crazy strong you are. How you are the only human looking being who has a tail but isn't completely covered in fur. Let's also not forget how you, uh..."
"What?" Goku blinked a few times, now curious why Bulma trailed off.
With images of the horrid monster plaguing her dreams returning to the forefront of her mind, Bulma shook her head, dismissing that notion of bringing it up. Smiling again, she elbowed Goku playfully as she winked, "Don't worry, tough guy, I won't tell anyone your secret. Besides, you're not so bad for someone out of the ordinary. I downright say you're likable."
"Really?" Goku asked, tentatively smiling at hearing this news.
"Mhm," Bulma nodded, crossing her arms, boldly proclaiming, "honestly if it came down to it, there's no one I'd rather be with to the end of days than you, Son."
"Oh! In that case I feel the exact same way!" Goku answered enthusiastically, causing Bulma to meet his star-filled gaze with one of her own.
However it was this proclamation that brought a mutual note of understanding between the two. As separate lines of thought flooded their minds, both of them felt heat wash over their cheeks, their eyes suddenly turning away with embarrassment. A few coughs from Bulma followed while Goku whistled too innocently.
"We should get to bed," Bulma mumbled as she fiddled with her hair.
"R-Right," Goku nodded, sliding off the roof with Bulma clambering down after him.
Without falling on her keister, she reclaimed her moist slippers and trotted inside as Goku returned to his mattress. Before she even pulled the covers over herself she could hear his obnoxious snores. Sighing, she knew it'd be better to fall asleep to this than to revisit weirdsville that her mind concocts. Closing her eyes, she couldn't help but finding both the sound and the presence of Goku to be soothing.
Drifting away to sleep, she smiled as rest finally came to her.
The next day, Bulma and Goku set out to hike around the woods near the base of Mount Paozu. Wanting not to alarm most of the wildlife the two agreed to descend on foot making for a good bout of foot stomping into the earth. While Goku didn't seem to mind a meager jog, it felt like a workout to the city girl life she was used to.
Reaching the bottom, the two began to wander, aimlessly searching for something they could turn into gourmet cooking. Goku had suggested they just go fishing again but Bulma was insistent they try a variety of animals he's used to barbecuing without any thought to the texture or quality of the meat. Easygoing as he always seemed to be, he went along with it, eager to taste more of that delicious technique Bulma was trying to teach him.
After what was already four hours of hiking, the lavender haired woman grasped a canteen dangling from her hip, gulping noisily its contents down her throat. Sighing as she screwed it back on, she looked over at a happily humming Goku. He was busy taking in the sights of the more smaller wildlife; she swore she caught him chasing a handful of butterflies, sporting brilliant colors on their wings.
"Ugh, I didn't think we'd walk so far," She complained, eager to regain his attention.
"Aw, cheer up, Bulma! It's a beautiful day out and we have plenty of time to find another meal to cook," Goku said with a wide grin, placing his hands on his hips and jutting out his chest with emphasis.
"Easy for you to say, Son. I'm not a young girl filled with so much energy. I got a limit to my stamina unlike a certain World Martial Arts Champion I know," Bulma pointedly gestured to Goku, making him aware of his title and his unprecedented state of physical prowess.
"Haha, well, that's what happens when you train at Kami's Lookout. He put me through so much that I don't know where to begin with his methods. I swore I was going to die sometimes," He exclaimed, following a dark look entering his eyes. With a haunted tone, he looked away as a shadow hung over his head, "and don't get me started on Popo's training..."
"Well, you can tell me ALL about it when we get lunch. Besides, I doubt it was that bad," She grumbled, leaning against a large fuzzy stump she found next to the treeline.
Her eyes blinked rapidly as she processed what her skin and hair felt. Fuzzy? As in, fur covering? Looking over her shoulder, she suddenly yelped at seeing an enormous brown coated bear with golden markings painting its belly and paws. Landing on her buttocks, she saw it turn around with blood covering its snout, a freshly killed deer laying just behind it. It stood up to five meters tall, easily being the largest bear she had ever seen, making it a native of the enormous wildlife surrounding the mountain and its valley.
Seeing the crazed look in its eyes reminded her of that nightmare from last night. It reminded her all too much of the red eyed enormous simian creature Goku had transformed into. Such memories were so vivid that they practically overlapped with the present. Her breath hitched and her skin paled. She couldn't move, even as the angry bear dove towards her.
Then, a rush of wind passed over her followed by an instantly appearing Goku. Without even thinking his elbow plunged straight into the maddening animal's chest, causing a sickening snap and crunch to follow. A lifeless look colored the bear's eyes, choking for air and soon wheezing out one last breath before tipping over. Crashing atop its own gored kill, it practically shook the ground as it splayed out with a tongue hanging out its mouth.
"Whew," Goku wiped his brow, noting the close call as he just nearly missed the giant bear along their dirt path. He was so distracted by the sights that it took Bulma's scream to wake him out of his reverie. It was thanks to his training that he could move and hit faster than the bear could. Looking down, he bent over to reach down to the stunned woman, "you okay, Bulma?"
"Y-Yeah," She shook her head, she grasped his calloused palm. Pulled up to her feet, she looked down at the monstrous animal, feeling slightly sorry that she had been the cause for its anger. Then again, if it was that cranky, it deserved the hit Goku gave it. Looking over at Goku, she smiled appreciatively up at him, "thanks."
"No problem," Goku nodded back, looking down at the bear. Scratching his chin, he chuckled at the sight, "well, we can't really cook the deer he was eating but he looks big and tasty enough. Wanna try him?"
"As long as you do the work. My hands are still throbbing from the last time I had to deal with that beast of a fish," Bulma shuddered at the remembrance of such an ordeal for her petite, lab-faring hands.
"Haha! Sure thing!" Goku smiled, cracking his knuckles readily as he looked almost ravenously at the bear. "let's get this guy cookin'!"
By the time they had things set up, the bear was propped up in a proper posture over a much larger campfire. Its limbs composed of meat too tough to be entirely edible, so they were excluded from the spit that skewered the skinned and gutted animal. Even with all of its excess removed it was far too heavy for the young woman to even attempt to rotate the spit, so she left pretty much all of the work to Goku.
After they had chosen all of the spices, sauces and other accessories to add to their gourmet cooked lunch, the fire was started and the bear started to turn. After watching in awe at such a massive animal rotating in a circle, the two entered a silence, with only the sounds of the outdoors and the crackling embers filling in the gap. When the questions arose once more, it was Bulma who broke the mute air between them.
"So I have to ask," She began, earning a eager turn of her friend, locking her eyes with his as she practically leaned in from her crouched position, "what was it like, being trained at Kami's? I can't imagine what it was like to be trained by a god."
"Training with Kami?" Goku chuckled, reminiscing about the few years he had spent training at the God of Earth's Palace. "It was probably some of the most intense training I had. You should have seen it; when I wasn't trying to keep up with Kami himself, there was this hidden Room in the palace. Inside, a whole year will pass while outside, only a day passes. However, I couldn't even take a month in that place, it was too intense! Though that's where I also got that mad growth spurt."
"So that's how you got so tall," Bulma smiled, flushing slightly. She had a thing for height in men and Goku was certainly a tall glass of water.
"He also had to teach me restraint," Goku continued, and he sounded serious this time. "Kami told me that I was too impulsive, and being so in-over-my-head could get in the way in a fight. So he had to teach me to reign my emotions in quite a bit."
"He wasn't wrong, you know," Bulma waggled a finger reprovingly at Goku. "Remember when Krillin was killed? You rushed off to find who did it without even a second thought —no plans, no back-up, and you nearly got yourself killed!"
"I-I couldn't help it," Goku remembered quite clearly how he'd run off in a blind rage to fight Tambourine when he'd found Krillin's body, cold and lifeless, on the tournament floor. It was the first time he'd ever felt anger consume him like that, enough to swallow him whole. "I'd have done the same if it was you!"
"Y-You would have!?" Bulma was taken aback by this sudden straightforwardness; she blushed a bright crimson that clashed brilliantly with her vibrant hair. While it was hardly appropriate, the thought that she mattered that much to Goku was both very flattering and yet slightly embarrassing. She hastily tried to change the subject, watching Goku idly turn the bear onto its other side to ensure even cooking.
"Without a doubt," Goku nodded innocently, and Bulma was beginning to wonder if there would be any blood left in the rest of her body, as all of it rushed to her head and cheeks.
"What about flying?" Bulma said in a desperate attempt to steer the conversation to a subject that didn't have her feeling as if she had a nest of butterflies fluttering around in her gut. It was common knowledge that Goku and even his friend Krillin could fly, but they'd only recently developed that skill. "Did you learn how to fly from Kami too?"
"Oh, that?" Goku replied, unperturbed by the change of subject. "No, actually, he never did. I just picked it up from watching Tenshinhan fight. While I was training with Kami, I implemented what I'd seen myself, and managed to actually fly on my own. Kami himself was actually shocked; he said he was going to show me at some point, but never expected me to do it through self-study!"
Even by Goku's usual standards, Bulma thought to herself that Goku learning how to entirely defy their planet's gravity and fly under his own power was a very impressive feat. And this was a man who tended to define the word 'impossible' — and then redefine it simply because it happened to be a Saturday. "Out of all the impossible things you can do, Goku, I really wish I could fly. I've ridden in a lot of hover vehicles, but flying under your own power must be an entirely new experience."
"There are other ways to fly besides those weird magic things you have," Goku replied casually, turning the bear once more. He still had not fully adjusted to technology; Bulma's capsules and vehicles were more like devices from another world than human technology.
"Like what?" Bulma asked, a blank expression on her face.
Smiling at Bulma's forgetfulness, Goku grinned. As the smell of cooked meat began to fully fill their nostrils, the duo decided the bear was ready. Telling Bulma he'd explain after they ate — he was hungry — the final touches began. While still untrained in the culinary arts, with Bulma's steady hand, Goku was able to be of some assistance. After gathering the materials from the Hoi Poi Capsules she had in her cases, the two set out to work seasoning the freshly cooked beast. It didn't take them long to cook and dress their meal.
Having devoured their meal with gusto, Bulma was quick to turn the conversation back to flight. "So, Son, you said there are other ways to fly besides vehicles and your flight?"
"Ofh yesh theresh tonsh," Goku said thickly through a final mouthful of bear.
"Beg pardon?" Bulma raised an eyebrow at Goku's lack of etiquette, and Goku swallowed before continuing to speak again.
"I said there's tons," the spiky-tressed man replied as he and Bulma began to dispose of the bones of the bear. "Well, 'tons' might be a bit much, but I'm sure you can't possibly have forgotten!" And without waiting for Bulma to reply, Goku turned towards the sky and called out in ringing tones.
"Kinto'un!"
Within seconds after Goku had called out the name into the sky, there was a brief sound that filled the air and a figure became visible in the sky. Looming closer, it became clear it was a yellow cloud that was flying full pelt towards the two. The cloud descended, settling between the two of them. It took Bulma a total of two seconds to recognize what she was looking at.
"Isn't this...Kinto'un!? The cloud that old geezer gave you?" She leaned in, and tried to placed her hand gingerly on it. It slipped directly through the cloud, hitting the dirt beneath it. "...Of course."
Goku laughed. "It seems Kinto'un still doesn't like you too much."
"Hmph!" Bulma huffed, turned angrily away from the Somersault Cloud. "Why do I care what a cloud thinks about me anyway?"
"Because this is how we're going to fly," Goku said casually, if he was explaining the most obvious thing in the world. "You can't fly, but Kinto'un is pretty good at it, and I haven't taken it for a spin in awhile!"
"One problem with your brilliant idea, Goku," Bulma replied in an exasperated tone. Walking over to the cloud, she walked directly through it, the cloud parting to avoid contact with her entirely. "From this cloud's perspective, I'm apparently a Devil. I don't see any way I'm riding this thing; I don't even have my Micro Band anymore." Bulma was, of course, referring to the watch-like device she'd created for the purpose of shrinking. She'd used it to ride in Goku's shirt when they were teenagers, but she's given it to Muten Rōshi in exchange for a submarine and had never gotten it back. She shuddered to think of the uses he would probably be putting that watch, even now.
"Oh that's easy!" One had to admire how it took quite a lot to deter Goku from anything. "I'll carry you. It can't be that difficult."
"C-C-Carry me!?" Bulma's face tinted pink. With all the things she'd done in her teenage years — some of which she would admit to and others would be taken to her grave — the idea of Goku carrying her was highly embarrassing. Trying to play it off, she folded her arms, drawing herself up. "W-What are you going to do if I fall? I've seen you fly that thing! It doesn't exactly have safety mechanisms!"
"Are you trying to say you don't trust me?" asked Goku innocently; he actually seemed affronted.
"N-No, that's not it," Bulma shook her head, eyeing the cloud with trepidation. "I just don't have much faith in this thing." Bulma knew the cloud wasn't fond of her, and was now wondering what would happen if it decided to drop Goku while he was carrying her. The fall wouldn't be pretty. Bulma looked from the cloud to Goku's face, and sighed when she saw the innocent expression shining on it.
Son wouldn't let anything happen to her while he was around. Sighing, she unfolded her arms, and extended them out to Goku with a huffy expression on her face. The black-haired man smiled, taking this to mean he'd won the discussion. Leaning in, Goku scooped Bulma into his arms, carrying her almost bridal-style, before jumping onto Kinto'un.
Unlike Bulma, Goku didn't fall through. To him, Kinto'un was as solid as any platform, just it still felt almost as if it wasn't there. It was quite different from flying, but when it came down to it, Kinto'un was his favorite way to get around.
"Kinto'un! Go!" Goku crowed, and the Somersault Cloud immediately lifted off the ground, leaving only Bulma's high-pitched shrieks of terror in the background.
Bulma, with her arms wrapped around Goku's neck, gripped it tighter in her panic, her eyes firmly shut tight as cloud flew them over the countryside.
Holding her lightly, Goku let out a cheerful laugh, finding Bulma's nervousness to be amusing. "Bulma, open your eyes! You're going to miss everything if you don't!"
With his words encouraging her, Bulma wrenched her eyes open with much difficulty. At first, all she saw was a mass of blue, her lavender eyes staring at the sky. "C'mon, Bulma..." She thought to herself. "If you can invent new technology, you can look down from a magic flying cloud." With this not-so-sound logic in mind, the young woman forced herself to look down and she gasped.
It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, a bird's eye view of the surface of their planet. However, something about viewing it from Kinto'un gave it a different quality. The mountains themselves seem to take on a new life; flying above the clouds the way they were, it cast a misty shine onto the rivers and peaks below them. Beneath them, a pterosaur flew, stretching it's webbed wings and letting out a trilling roar.
Bulma remembered quite vividly the first time her search for the Dragon Balls had come to an end. When she had been captured by a pterodactyl, and was going to be eaten, Goku had rushed in to save her. Of course, it hadn't been quite as noble as she would liked to have remembered it; she practically demanded he save her, but the boy had rushed in without hesitation and she was alive because of that. These thoughts caused her to relax her grip on Goku, clinging to him only gently now as she relaxed against his chest.
The two were silent for the longest; Bulma merely observed the world from her new perspective, and Goku took in her reactions with utmost enjoyment. To him, she seemed like a child in how impressed she was, but Goku had been flying since the age of 14, through Kinto'un at least, so to him, what they saw was nothing new. Once he felt she was comfortable enough, her urged Kinto'un to add to the experience, and perform a few of its trademark somersaults in mid-air.
With adrenaline rushing through the both of them, Bulma looked up at Goku, smiling.
"Son, promise me something." The lavender-tressed girl asked, a tender edge to her voice that Goku had never quite heard before. "Don't ever let me go."
The question was shocking to Goku at first; he didn't quite register what Bulma was suggesting with the question, but he nodded either way. "I won't." He replied firmly. "Never."
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A/N:
LastationLover: Whoo boy was this one in development longer than I'd like. Not as long as Jurassic World, mind you, which I saw DURING THE WRITING OF THIS. Probably influenced the pterosaur cameo. Beyond that, sorry, I was caught up in other things; I may be piling on too many projects, what with the Erased Chronicles, a one-shot I am doing, and this story, all being done at the time of this writing. But I do need breaks, which is why I opt for those one-shots and this story as well, so my Erased Chronicles doesn't become stale.
Good news, before I address anything else! There will be NO eating next chapter. Not even a spoiler, we will not include Goku and Bulma killing some wild animal for the purpose of dinner. We'll assume they ate off-screen and call it a day. Beyond that, I like to think this story was pretty good. Yes, the inclusion of Bulma knowing what aliens are means were are considering Jaco the Galactic Patrolman canon to this series, because it's canon to the actual series. Sorry, fans who love the Burdock special. I'm trying to make it quite blunt that Bulma likes Goku. There are moments where you'll notice, either because it's spelled out, or you're just good at picking it up, that Bulma regards Goku differently from the other men she's seen. Or women, as the case may be, we don't know what Bulma's done.
Anyone remember that shrink watch of hers? Just me?
This chapter will be the one where I change from 'Goku' to 'Son'; as per the Japanese series. to better fit with my usage of Japanese terms. I'm also editing the first chapter to match with the use of 'Son' in this story.
Anyway, that's about it for this chapter! Stay tuned for the exciting third chapter, it should be up pretty soon!
Demod20: I loved this Chapter if only that there was a bunch of callback nostalgia wrapped up with feelz. If no one knew it, I wrote most of the first half of this update, and I enjoyed going through it, adding snippets of Bulma and Goku interaction. Even the dream sequence was hilarious just me typing it out. Goku saving Bulma from the bear, talking with each other on the rooftop, both of them sharing moments like that was what really propelled me through it. I'm glad to see what my friend added and can't wait for the next update, as much any faithful viewer here is. That's it from me, but I'll see you guys soon!