/ ❯ Roots ❯ Chikyuu Talk ( Chapter 2 )

Aaaaand, here's the next chapter.

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Roots

Chapter Two

The group said nothing in response to Bulma's greeting. They merely stared around them at their surroundings, frankly bewildered. One of them pinched himself hard, and then shook his head as he did not wake up.

Gohan remained slightly out of sight. Deep down, he really wanted to meet his grandfather-Vegeta had told him so many things about the scientist-but now that the moment had come, he was filled with butterflies. Tearing, ravenous butterflies, ripping at his stomach. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought his stomach was growling hungrily. Bulma sent him an encouraging look, which he tried to return, but inside, he was quaking as he had never done in any battle.

Right then, he realized the full extent of what they had done. They had brought back an entire race in the time it took to blink. An entire culture, one comprised of various planets it had stolen from, but a culture nonetheless.

What will he think of me? He asked himself nervously. He knew he wasn't very Saiyan-like, being partly human, and he didn't know how that would affect his image in his grandfather's eyes.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, his little brother saved him from doing the honors, because the little demi-Saiyan bounded right up to the confused warrior. "Hiya," he said cheerfully. "You're on Chikyuu. We wished you here with the Dragon Balls. All of the Saiyans are back now!" He danced excitedly on one foot. Gohan groaned inwardly; he knew what was coming next. "I'm your grandson. You were my dad's dad!"

All through this, Bardock blinked down at the boy. At the last part, his eyes widened. His mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. The other Saiyans that were with him gaped, looking from him to Goten, who looked like an exact replica of Bardock. Bulma stepped forward apologetically.

"Well, he put it a little bluntly, but he's telling the truth," she said, spreading her hands. "His name is Goten. He's your son's son."

"Raditz has a son?" asked one, a burly, black-haired man.

Bulma blinked. "What? I'm not talking about Raditz…your son Goku."

Bardock stared at her, and finally spoke in a low, melodious voice, "I don't have a son named Goku." Bulma nearly smacked herself, and turned to Vegeta, who was more than a little tickled at her handling of the situation. She gave a cold glare, but quickly asked, "What did you say his Saiyan name was? Carrot?"

"Kakarott."

That one word had a visible impact on the new arrivals. They stiffened. "What?" asked another stiffly, the female. Her tail lashed in confusion, and a hint of anger. No Saiyan liked to be unknowledgeable. Bulma gave her a disapproving look, which the woman stubbornly ignored. She was too busy staring at the little boy in front of her, who waved up at her. He obviously didn't realize he had ruffled a few feathers. A few furs. Whichever.

"Yup, Dad's my Dad," he said, making no sense whatsoever. "And that's my big brother." He pointed to Gohan, who was partially hidden behind Piccolo. The Namek stayed by his side protectively, but moved back to show the Saiyans Goten's big brother. Gohan tried to smile weakly.

"Hi."

They stared at him.

He tried to avoid their gaze. The other Z fighters looked uneasy, and didn't know what to do. Krillin saw how uncomfortable Gohan was and spoke up, not even believing that he was daring to say anything. He was surprised at his own courage.

"Uh, do you…have any questions?"

He got the Look from everyone, and cringed. "I was just trying to be polite," he mumbled.

"I have a question." Everyone looked at Bardock. He was, amazingly, smiling. "Where is my son?" His smile turned upside down when he caught the looks that resulted in that comment. He glanced at his older grandson, who looked a little saddened, and perhaps…guilty? Goten and Trunks were the only ones that didn't seem put off.

"Dad died," Goten said noncommittally. "He died during the Cell games, right before I was born." He pointed at Gohan, who was sadly interested in the ground. "Gohan knew him. He beat the man who killed Dad." Gohan, once more, was the unwilling center of attention.

He figured he'd better say something to his previously dead grandfather. He had been sub-consciously memorizing things to say that wouldn't make him seem like a dimwit, but when the time came to actually say them, the words slipped cruelly away. But what should he say? Not knowing, he just nodded, confirming Goten's statement.

"Ah, well, there's obviously a lot to talk about," said Bulma hastily. That was an understatement. "Why don't we go back to Capsule Corp. and rest a while? We don't need to go over everything now." Gohan felt immensely grateful. Good old Bulma. It was late. They could resume in the morning.

Everyone nodded, and turned to leave. That was then when Bardock and his group caught a good look at Vegeta. Their eyes widened.

"Prince?!" one of them exclaimed incredulously. "Prince Vegeta! Is that really you?" Vegeta froze. Crap. He had forgotten about himself. Crap. Craaaap.

Slowly, he turned around. "Yes. It is really me. Now let's go." Without another word, he strode to the edge of the platform. Bulma followed him, after a strange look directed at his back. He had carried her on the way to the lookout, but for some reason, Gohan wasn't sure how the Saiyans would react to it. Plus, Bulma had been very white on the trip over. Vegeta tended to go faster than his wife would like, not being able to take the wind pressure. Gohan called to Vegeta to wait for a moment before he picked his wife up.

"Why don't we call Nimbus? It might give Bulma a bit of a break," he suggested. Behind him, he heard the sharp intake of breaths as the Saiyans gasped slightly. Gohan had no way of knowing that back on Vegeta-sei, such an interruption would earn him a painful death. Vegeta, however, took no notice of the "offense", and glanced at Bulma. He nodded.

The Saiyans were shocked. Was this the Prince they had known? And how was this boy so confident around the Prince? Lesser offenses commanded severe punishment.

Gohan avoided their looks again and strode to the edge himself. He would have to call Nimbus, as none of the others were really familiar with the friendly cloud.

He took a breath, and called out in a clear voice that didn't match his ever-present uneasiness. "NIMBUS!"

They waited for a few seconds, and then the sound of a little putter drifted to them. A little gold cloud whooshed up to meet them, and nuzzled Gohan's leg affectionately. The arrivals' eyes were as big as saucers. Gohan spoke quietly to the cloud for a minute, and then Nimbus floated over to Bulma, low enough that she could get on. She thanked both the cloud and Gohan, and off they went.

"Oh, and by the way, Gohan," Bulma called. "Chi Chi sent over those brownies that she had made. She wants you to pick them up in the morning."

Goten and Trunks visibly brightened. Gohan made a mental note, as they were now flying close to the outskirts of Satan City, to be up extra early in the morning. The fudge would have to be protected. He laughed at himself, never having thought that he would ever have to say that.

The next morning came early, too early. Rays of sunshine flitted in through the window of the guest room he was sleeping in with his little brother on a cot beside him. He groaned, and rolled over to face the other side of the room where Goten was.

Where Goten wasn't.

Oh, crap.

Gohan's eyes shot fully open. The brownies. Crap, crap crap. The brownies. They were for a friend his mother had in the city that she had met at the supermarket one day and had strangely kept in contact with. She had wanted him to take them to the woman. Which wasn't going to happen if his monster brother and Trunks got to them first.

Quickly, he bolted out of bed. He threw on a button-up shirt, not bothering to button it up or change out of his loose gray pajama pants. He ran on bare feet through the building, which now seemed too big. Kitchen, kitchen…to the right. Left. Left again. He sped up, running at an inhuman pace. He was a blur as he came to the kitchen, and came face-to-face with everyone sitting at the kitchen table (which had been expanded with flaps underneath to make room) and the fudge sitting on the counter, safe…aside from two pairs of little hands, reaching for it…

He didn't even slow down, and grabbed the pan. He skidded to a halt, nearly invisible dust clouds rising from the floor to settle again. "Hands off!" he barked. "They're not for you." Goten and Trunks looked immensely disappointed as their treasure was snatched from them, and sighed self-pityingly. Gohan frowned, turning to the table.

"Good morning to you too, Gohan," Bulma said, trying hard not to laugh. Bardock was looking on in amusement. One of his companions sniggered.

"Morning," Gohan mumbled, and set the pan on the table, and took the opportunity to discreetly button up his shirt. He sat down at an empty seat at the table. Bulma handed him some bacon. He munched in silence for a few minutes, fully aware that he was being watched.

Bardock was taking the opportunity to study his older grandson. He had watched Goten earlier, and found the child to be a pleasant bundle of energy, perhaps a little too much energy. He also seemed to be mischievous with his friend, Trunks, who they had learned in shock was actually the Prince's son.

Gohan seemed different. Bardock hadn't seen him for enough to make an accurate observation, but from what he'd seen, the teenager was quiet and reserved, and not prone to being as outgoing as his little brother. However, he had noted something interesting: the Namek had sort of shielded him protectively. Piccolo, as he had learned the man's name was, didn't seem the type to do that for just anybody. Maybe Gohan had more affect on people than was thought.

He was handsome enough; Bardock had no doubt that the boy would be very popular among the ladies on Vegeta-sei. Too bad he didn't have a tail.

A tail.

Bardock nearly choked on his pancakes. The female thumped him mightily on his back, and all turned to look at them.

"Are you okay?" Gohan asked. All he needed after wishing for his grandfather back was for the man to kick again. Bardock nodded and shook off the incident, but was still staring at Gohan.

The boy in question furrowed his brows. "What?"

"Your tail."

"I don't have a"-

Gohan cut abruptly off. His tail had just brushed by his cheek. He had hurried in so quickly that morning that he hadn't even noticed that it'd grown back. Piccolo, who had been sitting quietly in a corner, cursed quietly. Another crap. When would the stupid thing learn not to grow back?

Gohan sighed and smiled in amusement at Piccolo, who looked torn between anger and bewilderment. "I guess it just hasn't taken to your weeding techniques," he said. "I don't think simply cutting it off is going to do the job."

"Why would you cut it off?" demanded the Saiyan female, who Bardock introduced as Pasha, a member of his crew. She looked uncannily like Videl, only with black eyes. Her own tail wrapped defensively around her shoulder.

"It causes problems," Piccolo said bluntly. Gohan absentmindedly popped another piece of bacon in his mouth, although he frowned at the dirty look Pasha threw the Namek, who readily returned it. The other members present, named Toteppo, a thick, powerful man, bald except for hair on the sides; Pankubin, also very thick, with a large neck, bowl haircut, and thin moustache; and Pasha, the Saiyan female. She was small and petite, looking very much like Videl, only with dark eyes and another bowl haircut.

Pasha looked disdainfully at the alien. Saiyans never had really been all that friendly with other-worlders.

Gohan felt that he should defend his friend, so he asked, "About tails…do you lose the ability to transform at a full moon if you lose your tail?"

Bardock shook his head. "No. The tail does not increase the danger."

Gohan considered, and got another piece of bacon. His tail flicked slightly at the tip. It was a handsome tail, by Saiyan standards. The best sort of tail to have was a long, slender-but not ragged-tail, soft but strong. Bardock sat back thoughtfully.

A tail was just as easy to interpret as the face, which was why most Saiyans kept their tails wrapped securely around their waists, so as to not let anything betray their stolid masks. When a tail lashed, it meant the person was angry. When the tip twitched, like Gohan's was then, it meant that they were in deep thought. When it wagged, it meant that the person was playful or happy.

There was silence for a few minutes, save for the sounds of clinking silverware. Bulma looked deep in thought also, but snapped out of it and spoke. "This would be a good day for everyone to relax," she said. "It's nice out. We should all go somewhere, like the park or something." Goten and Trunks perked up.

Gohan nodded. "Why don't I drop off the brownies," he said, eyeing the Twin Troubles, "and meet you somewhere?"

"That's a good idea," Bulma mused. "Why doesn't Bardock go with you? You could show him part of the city…" She didn't mention that he would be seeing it later anyway, but was hoping that grandfather and son could get to know each other more. "You two could meet up with us at…the city square."

Gohan nodded again, but looked at Bardock, as if expecting him to argue and say that he didn't want to go with Gohan. To his surprise and relief, Bardock said nothing but nodded himself. Bulma looked pleased and started clearing the dishes. "We'll meet you there in two hours, alright?"

The two left, Gohan with the package tucked securely under his arm. Soon, they weren't even two dots in the sky.

Bardock looked over at Gohan out of the corner of his eye. The boy was surprisingly at home in the air, and knew where he was going. After only a few minutes they touched down out of sight in a suburban neighborhood near the outskirts of Satan City.

It only took a few minutes to give the brownies to the friend, who thanked them profusely for taking the trouble. She gave them both lollipops from a stash she had for her nieces. Bardock looked strangely at the treat in his hand, and Gohan realized that the warrior had never seen candy before.

"You suck on it," he explained. "It's candy." Bardock hesitated, but stuck it in his mouth. It was surprisingly good. They walked down the sidewalk, quickly approaching the inner city, which wasn't more than ten minutes' walk. They passed a street sign, and then a theater, which left Bardock confused.

"The street sign tells you what street you're on, and what the next one over is called. And in a theater you see movies, which are shows that people put on and film."

"Oh." Bardock. "But why is everything called 'Satan'? Satan Road, Satan Theater, Satan Café…"

"Mr. Satan is very popular all over the world," Gohan said. His voice wasn't bitter, but strangely dry and amused. "He lives in a huge mansion that we're going to pass."

"Why is he so popular?"

"He's a famous martial arts fighter," Gohan answered, the dryness becoming even more evident. "He became popular, and then defeating Cell made him outright famous."

Bardock frowned. Cell. He had heard that name before. Hadn't his other grandson said something about him? "Didn't Goten say that…Kakarott…died in that battle? And that you were the one that defeated Cell?

"That depends on who you ask."

Bardock looked furious. "He took credit for it?!"

"Yeah." Gohan shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't care. He can have the fame. I don't want it, and wouldn't know what to do with it anyway. The credit's better going off to him." Now there was a touch of bitterness…almost as if he really believed what he was saying.

"Do you really believe that?" Bardock asked. Gohan nodded. This was something. Bardock licked his lollipop thoughtfully.

They wandered around for the remainder of the time, passing by the famous Satan mansion. Even Bardock had to admit that it was impressive. Gohan thought that he had spied Videl going around the back way, but didn't see if it was.

Bardock took particular interest in the shops that they started passing. He was astonished at the numbers of people walking around, chatting with each other, some holding the leashes of various pets. He commented to Gohan that on Vegeta-sei, friendly fraternizing in public was almost shocking. Everyone was expected to keep their own privacy, and not to butt into others'. With that, it often made for a closed-up life. Most mutual friends were made by competition.

Gohan scrunched his nose in what he didn't know to be an unbearably cute way, and a small group of girls walking by giggled. "I can't imagine that. And Saiyans don't mind this?" He threw away the bare lollipop stick in a trash can on the side of the street.

"We've never know anything else," shrugged Bardock. "It's not that we don't care, really. It's just an instinct among Saiyans to be protective of their private lives."

"So…you never feel the need to vent?" Gohan asked curiously. "You never need someone to talk to about…anything?"

Bardock glanced at his grandson. "What would I need to talk about?"

"Problems. Maybe, sometimes, talking to others can help. They can make you feel better."

"That's considered a weakness."

"Oh." Gohan thought. "Here, it's considered a strength. Having friends gives you a reason to fight other than just trying to prove something. It can make you stronger." Bardock considered that. It was an interesting idea, and completely unorthodox compared to the ideals that the Saiyans held. And it wasn't necessarily incorrect. After all, it could very well be true, and he had a feeling that the demi-Saiyan was speaking from more than speculative theory.

"I hadn't thought of that," he admitted, throwing his own stick away. It had been very good, and inwardly he was hoping to get another later. "But most Saiyans haven't. Vegeta-sei hasn't been known to produce the type of atmosphere that would encourage…emotional appeal. There really isn't a good way to phrase it." He met Gohan's eyes. It's surprising how different our cultures are." Gohan nodded in agreement.

They passed a store that was pompously labeled "Satan Supermart." Inside there were things of every kind, all with the famous image of Hercule Satan plastered over their surfaces. Bardock sneered.

Gohan, on an impulse, grinned and motioned for his grandfather to follow him into the store. Bardock raised his eyebrow, but said nothing and entered right behind the other. Gohan seemed to be looking for something in particular, but stopped every once in a while to give a very Saiyan-like smirk at various objects, like the Satan Plunger and Super Satan PortaPotty. T-Shirts lined the walls of the large store, and an unwholesome amount of people were in there shopping. It was disgusting. He walked past objects like mugs with the man's face grinning on them, night-lights (Just the thing, Bardock thought, to give the kiddies real nightmares…), Lunchables sets with Satan cookies for the dessert, and even a thong. Bardock was shocked they could even fit the face on there. He rumbled with laughter at it, and a girl next to him glared, as she clutched a pair of said thongs herself.

Finally, Gohan stopped and picked up the item he had been looking for. It was a pair of Satan Slippers, size 7 ½. He snickered. Even Bardock had to chuckle; the slipper was actually Hercule's face, and one would slip it on by putting their foot in his mouth. It was probably something at least a few people would want to do in real life. Gohan grinned and took the slippers up to the cash registry and after waiting for a few minutes, purchased the items and walked with his grandfather out of the store.

"Why did you get those?" Bardock asked, not being able to help himself.

Gohan grinned in an almost feral manner. "Vegeta's birthday is coming up soon. I know he's always wanted to put his foot in the guy's obnoxious mouth, and this will be his chance to do it." He laughed. "Pretty cool, huh?" Bardock laughed too, and Gohan led them through the streets where the others were waiting for them at an outdoor café. After Vegeta and co. managed to clean the place out (all the while with Bulma's face in her hands), they were off.

Walking out of the café, Gohan snickered and gave his bag with the present inside to Vegeta, who took it questioningly. "It might seem strange at first," Gohan cautioned, "but I know you've wanted to do this for a long time."

Vegeta looked curiously inside, and pulled out the slippers with a frown. Bulma exploded into laughter, along with everybody else including Bardock, except for the other new Saiyans. He looked at Gohan, who was grinning like an idiot.

"Now you can really make him put a sock in it."

Vegeta smirked himself, understanding, and let out a genuine laugh. Pasha raised her eyebrows at this, but was really too confused to say anything. Plus, she still thought of him as the Prince she once knew-slightly spoiled, but very strong and had the temper of a p.o.'ed bull.

The rest of the experience went by uneventfully. Pasha, Toteppo, Tankubin, and Bardock were in awe at the city so different from any of their own. Back home, the cities had been towering masses of steel buildings, and didn't buzz with the good cheer. The buildings and streets weren't decorated with colorful signs or pleasant architecture or parks. They had been strictly business-like. Even the strip clubs had a certain amount of order to them, and because of that, being a stripper on Vegeta-sei wasn't nearly such a demeaning position as it was on Chikyuu. However, the effect of this amazing place was far from unpleasant.

They wandered around for a while, while pointing out certain places to the Saiyans, pleased at playing tour guide to the tourists. The adults were so wrapped up in explaining the more technical aspects of the city (technology limits within city boundaries, energy, crime control, and etcetera) that Goten, Trunks and Marron were getting a little antsy. Gohan, who normally liked to hear the things that the others were discussing, nevertheless babysat his little brother and friends. Bardock kept one eye of him, distinctly pleased that his oldest grandson was so good with children.

Marron rode on top of her favorite babysitter's shoulders, humming to herself and pretending she was a monkey, as she was scratching through Gohan's hair. She had heard that monkeys picked food off of each other like that, but she didn't come across any ice cream. So she decided to look for gray hairs like the ones her daddy was starting to sport, although he had taken up dyeing his hair vigorously. No luck there, either. Oh, well.

Later that night, Gohan had managed to sneak away from the party as some of them had said their good-nights and headed up to one room or another, and escaped to the cool night outside. He sat on the grass next to one of Mrs. Briefs' gardens and looked at the stars. He imagined that one of them was Vegeta-sei, as the particular star was brighter and more secluded than the rest.

He was so absorbed in looking for the constellation for a monkey that he didn't notice when someone came up from behind him, and jumped when they cleared their throat.

"Can I sit here?" Bardock asked gruffly. Gohan nodded, and his grandfather sat down beside him. He looked up too at the silky sky, so dark that the stars seemed like tiny, twinkling polka dots against the inky black fabric that was the sky.

"Do Saiyans have constellations that they name?"

Bardock looked surprised at the question. "Some," he said. "Not too many. Saiyans were always business-oriented."

"Oh." A pause. "Can you see any of them?"

Bardock pointed at a patch of sky that Gohan thought contained part of the Big Dipper. "That's Prince Bruis, the first known Super Saiyan. That very bright star, right there, is supposed to be where his heart is."

Gohan smiled. "That star is what we call the North Star. A long time ago, slaves used it to find their way North to freedom."

Bardock looked shocked. "Humans enslaved their own species?"

Gohan nodded. "Yes. We're self-destructive," he said, only half-joking.

Five minutes passed as they gazed at the sky in silence. Gohan wasn't sure what to say to the man. As decent as Bardock seemed to be, and very intelligent, Gohan couldn't help feeling a little intimidated. Bardock had such an air of confidence about him, that it was nearly tangible. Gohan wished he had that particular quality. Having lived in the mountains his whole life, cut off from most of the world, he still got nervous when speaking with strangers. Not that Bardock was a stranger. At least, he wouldn't be for long.

He bit his lip, and asked, "Can you see Vegeta-sei from here?"

Bardock shook his head. "No." He hesitated, and continued, "But you can see it from a lot closer up."

Gohan looked at him, confused, and his tail twitched but stopped as he registered what Bardock had said. "You mean…from on Vegeta-sei?"

Bardock gave him a long, measuring look before he answered. "If you want." Gohan could hardly believe what he was hearing. Bardock had a way to Vegeta? Wait…that couldn't be it, right?

"How would one get there?" How would one there. Bardock noted that with some amusement.

"I could call for a Saiyan ship to pick us up." He did not elaborate what "us" meant. He also did not seem hopeful. He kept his face professionally and flawlessly blank. He wouldn't admit it, but he desperately hoped…there were so many things he could teach the boy. He was so promising.

Gohan didn't reply for a few minutes and stared out into space. A little while later, he asked, "If Trunks is Vegeta's son, and Vegeta is the next king, wouldn't that make Trunks heir?" His grandfather nodded. "What would happen if Vegeta decides to stay on Chikyuu?"

That caught the warrior off guard, as he hadn't even considered the Prince's part in this. Thinking about it, he recalled that in the entire history of the empire, not once did a Saiyan king choose his family over his people. And, reflecting upon his earlier memories of the man, the Prince he once knew would never have let anything stand in his way of becoming king.

But this was a different Vegeta. Oh, he was still the gruff, stiff lad, but he had changed in his own subtle way. Bardock had caught the way he had looked at his wife when he thought no-one was looking, not even her, and it wasn't a look of disgust, or dislike, or even lust. It was one of affection, hidden but present anyway. He was happy. This Vegeta, he knew, would not care what his people thought of him now. His marrying a human and having a son was proof of that.

So what would happen? He didn't know. Bardock looked over and saw that Gohan was still waiting for an answer.

"King Vegeta would have to name another heir, I guess," he said. "But the Prince doesn't have any siblings to take his place."

"Would King Vegeta have any nieces or nephews?"

Bardock scratched his chin and snorted. "He only has Habbar, and the man's an idiot." He thought some more. "But Habbar has a son named Pohlo that doesn't seem too bad. He's nearly fifteen, so he would be ready, too."

Gohan looked a little happier now that there was at least some solution to that problem. However, Bardock had answered his question, but he still hadn't done the same for the scientist's. He bit his lip and looked down. It was true, he was burning to see the home he had heard so much about, but not permanently. He still had so much here on Chikyuu that he loved, and really never had been the adventurous type, ready to leave home at the drop of a dime.

"For…how long would we be there, if I were to decide to visit?"

Bardock quirked a smile. "I had a feeling you were going to ask that," he murmured. He sighed slightly. "Well…two months?" he ventured. Gohan's face was expressionless, and his tail was tucked securely around his waist. "That would be long enough to experience a Saiyan teenager's life at school, home, and everywhere else…" he fought hard, God knew, but still, some hope crept cruelly into his voice.

Gohan heard it, but didn't let his grandfather catch on. Truth be told, he really wasn't thinking of himself at the moment. He was thinking about Vegeta and Trunks. He felt that Vegeta ought to be reunited with his grandfather and that Trunks should at least meet him. But if they went too, would they be pressured to stay? Bulma would have to come too, if they did (God forbid, hopefully) decide to, and he knew Piccolo wouldn't let Gohan go anywhere with people he'd just met without him, so he'd insist on going too…Goten would come, because it was part of his heritage too, and plus, his best friend would be going. The two were virtually inseparable, not unlike Piccolo and himself.

That'd be…six, already, not including Bardock and his crew. And assuming that they would join them for the trip back. For all he knew, Bardock might just decide to stay there once they arrived, and that would be the end of that.

So many details.

"I'd love to," he sighed. "There's just a lot of…details."

Bardock smiled. "We can work them out."

Dun dun duuuunnn! Argh, I can't seem to write long chapters anymore…-_-;

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