Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Magnetized ❯ Pervert! ( Chapter 1 )

Here is the new edition to my fanfiction. I hope you guys find this story to your liking. It will mostly center around Bulma as a model and I will try my best to describe clothing and fashion. I know it may be hard to believe, but Vegeta's profession will be that of a photographer. The plot will unfold slowly, but I have high hopes for this story. I won't keep you guys any longer, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the DBZ characters used in this story

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Magnetized

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Pervert!

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"I'm late, I'm late," the young, blue haired woman muttered to herself as she parked her gray and black, 69' Ford Mustang and jumped out. She ran through the parking lot, hoping that it didn't rain. She was dressed in shorts and a tank-top, and the wind was picking up. "This was not the day to be late, Bulma," she scolded herself as she took quick bites of the banana in her hand. As she was about to cross the street to get into the agency, a car zoomed by and ran through a puddle of water from the previous nights rain. Bulma screamed in shock as the water splashed all over her.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" she screeched at the car, watching as the person hit the brakes and stop the car in the middle of the street. Luckily, there were no others behind him so he wasn't causing traffic.

A man stepped out and looked at her, then he promptly started to laugh. Not a low laugh, but a downright roaring chuckle. "You know, you should really watch where you are going, woman," he said with a smirk.

"What?!" Bulma hissed though her clenched teeth. "YOU are the one that needs to watch where he's going. This isn't a damn freeway! I demand you apologize for doing this to me, this instant!" she yelled as she walked over to him, trying to wipe her face from the dirty water.

The man looked at her funny and shook his head, "I never apologize to anyone. You need to lighten up, you seem bitter for one so pretty, and dirty," he said as he pointed to her muddy and wet clothes and chortled.

She tried to calm her rising anger, but the man before her, who happened to be quite handsome, was getting on her last nerve. And she was late. "Why don't you just go and jump off a cliff?" she hissed, grabbing the banana peel and lunging it at the back window of his sparkling clean, Ford GT, before she turned on her heel and ran across the street.

The man's eyes widened in horror and he quickly went over to throw off the peel and clean his expensive car. When he was done, he just chuckled and got back into his car, taking off with a screech of his wheels.

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"We have exactly five minutes to finish here and then the light and music will be cued. Is our top model ready?" the director of the entire event asked in a flustered tone.

"Relax Jean-Carlo, we almost have her done, she will knock their socks off tonight," the make-up stylist that was fussing over a blue haired woman said.

"Tony, I know I was a bit late, but I think that you are over doing it with the eye-shadow. I need to get into my clothes now, or we won't make it in five minutes," the woman snapped softly.

"Alright, I'm done," he said as he began to put away his things and let her be lead away by the fashion designer and his assistants. She was dressed in a short and revealing ensemble. It was a black, tube-top dress that reached her mid-thighs and with four white stripes going down the middle. There was also a single strap going up from the top of her dress to her throat where it connected with a white and black neck piece. Along with that she wore knee-high, pointed-toe, white boots that had large, thin heels, and a pair of short white gloves.

The hair stylist had added some extensions to her already long hair, it fell over her bare shoulders and reached her lower back in soft, blue waves. Her make-up accentuated her eyes and made her features all the more alluring and enticing.

"Bulma is done!" Michael, the designer called.

Jean-Carlo came over and took her gloved hands in his, "Now sweetheart the girls almost killed me when I told them that you would get first walk, but I hazard to say that you are the most beautiful model in this agency," he said with a grin.

Bulma smiled bashfully, "Thank you, but I think that you are praising me too much. I may have first walk, but I'm going to have to deal with Chichi. She knows more than me and has so much more experience. She will give me a lecture about how I am not as good as her and how I don't deserve this walk," she said in annoyance.

Jean-Carlo leaned in to whisper his next words, "Don't you worry. I think that she's jealous just because you are a new, beautiful face. After this show, I guarantee that offers for jobs will rain on you."

"Cue the lights! Where's our star model?" a frantic voice was calling as the music began.

"Good luck!" he whispered.

"Thanks. I should go!" Bulma grinned as she walked towards the start of the walk-way behind the curtains and large wall props that had the name of the designer, their sponsors, and the name given to the show. 'Le Dernier Cri'.

As Bulma stood at the front of all the models, she turned around briefly, feeling that she was being watched. She turned and her eyes met with enraged dark eyes. Bulma just shook her head once and turned as she was ushered by the director. She took a deep breath and set herself to model mode, her features somewhat serious, but with a hint of a smirk gracing her lips. Then she stepped onto the walk-way and prepared herself for her 'walk of fame'.

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"It's a good thing that you're a photographer that gets these kind of privileges!"

The short man looked at his companion and sneered. They had just shown their special passes to security at the door and were walking down a hall that had various pictures of models on either side of the walls. They themselves looked like male models, dressed in Armani suits, Rolex's on their wrists and nice polished shoes, but both were far from being models.

"Just shut your face, Kakarot. I don't want to think that it was a mistake to bring you with me to this thing."

"Lighten up Vegeta, and how many times am I going to ask you to call me Goku?"

"You can keep asking but I won't do it. You know better," Vegeta smirked.

"Anyways, it isn't every day that you get to see beautiful women so up close and personal. Unless you're looking at a Sports, bathing suit edition, magazine," the taller man said with a grin. "Besides, don't tell me that you're not looking forward to seeing Chichi in a bathing suit," he said conspiratorially.

Vegeta glared at him, "Its over Kakarot. It has been for many months now, and I'm not here to see her. I am here to talk business with the representative of these group of women. They are the most recognized agency at the moment and they were looking for a new photographer," he said.

"Right," Goku made sure to trail off. "Anyway, I can't wait to see the girls of this agency. They say that their top model is new and absolutely beautiful! They say that she has some kind of relation to Chichi," he said thoughtfully.

Vegeta thought about that for a moment and they walked over to get the two reserved seats in the front row, right next to the walk-way. "If she's related to Chichi then she must be another annoying woman. Maybe I should think this interview over," he said in annoyance.

"But if they're the best, that means that the money will be good," Goku said in a sing-songy tone.

"Money is not really an issue for me," Vegeta shrugged, "Shut up, the show is starting."

The music started in a remix of songs with a lot of beat and the lights dimmed over the crowd, the major lights focusing on the walk-way. Then the first model stepped on, literally radiating beauty. She walked with an ease, swishing her hips and exposing her long slim legs, a hand on her hip.

Vegeta stared. The woman with the long, flowing blue hair seemed to dominate the walk way, even as other women followed, who were also beautiful. Her eyes looked like two sapphire jewels that were accentuated the by the heavy eye-shadow around them, and her body, her soft curves, looked inviting.

She stopped at the end of the walk way and leaned back on one leg, then the other, then she finally turned and began to walk back, exposing her slim back and a shapely bottom. Vegeta smirked as he looked after her. The woman looked somewhat familiar.

"Just think, if you do it, you'll be photographing her........." Goku whispered as his eyes looked after the slender and attractive woman. "..... if you're lucky enough, in a bathing suit!"

"Maybe it won't be too bad," he murmured back as he watched Chichi, his ex, walk towards the front in a dress that had been similar to the first model, but it wasn't tube-top and it exposed one of her bare shoulders, without the neck piece.

The woman turned and posed with ease, a small smile at her lips. Her long, curled, black hair twirling softly around her. "You can't tell me that she's not beautiful," Goku whispered.

"I never said she wasn't," Vegeta grumbled as he also stared after her. Then a thought entered his mind, "She didn't get first walk."

Goku shrugged, "What's your point?"

"She was always adamant about getting first walk. When we were together, she always came out on the walk-way first because she was the best. She must be fuming because that other woman has taken her place," Vegeta chuckled softly.

Goku just shook his head, "I don't find that funny," he said with a frown.

"Not funny. Ironic," Vegeta whispered as they watched all the other beautiful models come out in dresses that were similar but had very noticeable differences. Then SHE came out again. The blue haired beauty.

She was dressed in a tight, velvet mini-skirt that overlapped at her side, fish net stockings, a top that showed her midriff and tied in an 'x' across her chest and around her neck. On top of it, she wore a long, white overcoat made of a soft material, and it had black buttons going down the right side.

Along with the outfit, she wore a pair of black boots that reached her knees and had needle-thin heels and a pair of short, leather, black gloves. Her hair was now out of her face, held up by a pair of designer sun-glasses.

Vegeta stared. He watched her twirl and then remove the overcoat, swinging it over her shoulder and holding it with one finger. Then she turned and began her sexy stroll back to change into her next outfit.

"Wow," Goku said in wonder.

"You can say that again," Vegeta muttered. Then he noticed that towards the entrance of the set, there was Jean-Carlo Rossi waving for him to come on back. "I'll be back in a few, Kakarot," Vegeta said as he stood and walked over.

"It's good to see you here. I had time to go over your resume and your portfolio, and it was quite impressive. Why did you quit your last job?" Jean-Carlo asked as they walked through busy people who were running from one side of the room to the other, getting the models ready.

"Frankly, I got tired of it. The pay was good and they were a major company, but after some time, I get bored," Vegeta answered truthfully.

"Really? Then if you get bored here you will quit?" Jean-Carlo questioned.

Vegeta chuckled and shook his head, "Photographing beautiful women is much better than photographing cars, or interior design sets. I don't think a man can get bored when he is surrounded by all these women," he said as he looked around.

Jean-Carlo nodded, "And wait until you see them in bathing-suits," he whispered. "You know, I trust you better than I did our last 'camera-man', and I barely even know you. So how about you come by the agency after the show and we can get you to read the contract and establish all those little things?"

Vegeta nodded, "As you wish," he said with a smirk.

"Let me get you a card with the address on it. Don't get lost or pulled away by any of the beauties here," he chuckled before he walked off.

Vegeta began to look around, his eyes wandering over all the slim and exposed flesh that could test any man's control. He looked behind him and noticed that the curtain there was slightly parted. He almost outright chuckled at what he saw.

The blue haired beauty was changing. What man would pass up the chance to peep at a naked model? He stared, licking his lips as he watched her pull the shirt over her head, with her back to him.

But, he was so caught up in ogling that he didn't see that a man with a measuring tape around his neck was pushing a cart\hanger of clothing towards him until it was too late. Vegeta's eyes widened as he was pushed inside the makeshift room.

The woman turned around at the sound and her eyes widened in horror, her first reaction: to put her arms over her bare chest. She screeched, so loud that he winced, and he had to duck at the comb she sent flying towards his head.

"YOU!........ WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!" She screamed, recognizing him as the man that had drove through a puddle earlier that afternoon, soaking her.

"Wha-.....?" he ducked a large bottle of aspirin this time. "What the hell is your problem?" Vegeta managed to growl.

"What is my problem?! You were the one that drove through that puddle earlier, Jack-ass! What are you doing in here while I change? GET OUT!" she kept screaming. "SOMEBODY GET THIS PERVERT OUT OF HERE!"

"Pervert?" Vegeta asked indignantly. "I think not woman. It's not my fault that you take so long when you change. Besides, the curtain was half open and people could see you flaunting yourself shamelessly!"

Bulma gasped, "How dare you? GET OUT!" she screamed again, throwing a half filled bottle of water at him. Missing by many inches, she had very poor aim. But he turned on his heel and was leaving before she had finished the sentence or thrown anything else. The designer came into her "room" with the next things she would wear and they dressed her.

Security came into the room when she was fully dressed and Bulma turned narrowed eyes to them. They were two big men, "What seems to be the problem?" one of them asked.

"I could have been raped MORE THAN ONCE and no one came over! What kind of security are you?" Bulma roared, trying not to move as Tony retouched her make-up.

"We're sorry ma'am. Now what happened?" the man asked calmly.

"There was a pervert just outside my curtain being a peeping Tom. I don't know how long he was standing there, but the point is that you should have been here sooner. If that man would've happened to be a psychopath, I'd be dead right now," she growled before she nearly bowled them over as she marched out of the room, she was almost up again.

Meanwhile, Vegeta was grumbling obscenities about the woman who had dared to call him a pervert and had thrown things at him. But in her anger, once again, she looked even more beautiful.

Jean-Carlo spotted him and walked over. "What was all the commotion?" he asked.

Vegeta shrugged, "Some crazy woman was throwing things around because a guy accidentally stumbled into her dressing room," he tried to sound nonchalant.

Jean-Carlo nodded in confusion, "Ok, this is the address of the agency. As soon as the show is over, there will be an after party, but the girls choose to go to it or retire for the night after we have a talk. I will see you then," Jean-Carlo said as they shook hands again.

"I will be there," Vegeta answered before he walked back to take his seat and to see the rest of the show. As he sat down, he noticed that the woman had come out again, and she had spotted him too.

Bulma sent him the deadliest glare she could muster, though she tried to hide it as camera's flashed and as she turned to the rest of the people. She was wearing a blue vinyl top that went halter and had an incredible uplift for her chest, which by the way was not something she needed. The color was of an electric blue and it hugged her waist nice and snug. It was attached to a pair of tight velvet daisy-duke-like shorts.

Over those there was a skirt of bands of black glittering material like a skirt, but they reached her knees and still allowed people to see the tiny shorts she was wearing. To that she added black velvet boots that reached her thighs and the whole sole was a thick heel that was three inches tall and some black fish-hook stockings. Her hair was in bigger waves and cascading over her shoulders, held up on one side by a clip.

'Asshole!' Bulma thought as she sent him a last glare and walked back. 'But with a very cute ass,' she smirked to herself. She just hoped that when the show was done, she never saw the pervert again.

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"Oh man! Am I tired," Bulma sighed as she plopped down onto a leather couch and propped her feet on an ottoman, in Jean-Carlo's sitting room. They were back at the agency and were going to get a talk from him.

It was a sort of tradition. After every fashion show, he had all of his model's return to his office and he would congratulate and make them feel so good about their performance. He would also point out the things that needed to be worked on and he presented them with the offers from company's that wanted the models to do commercials, ads, or shows for them.

The show had been something they had all looked forward to. The clothes was beautiful, and showing to all the guests that were there had been a special treat. They had gone through relaxed and casual, evening and gowns, bathing suits, and party attire.

Most of the models would be going back to the after-party, but the others would go home to get rest for the busy days of photographing and working to come. Many of them, if not all, would be called by the make-up and clothes companies to get a job in commercials or other fashion shows.

"I know what you mean!" a blonde, named 18, said as she sat on the floor and crossed her long legs. "I just hope he doesn't take as long as he did the last time, I feel like taking a long, hot bubble bath and catching up on a few movies that I haven't seen," she said tiredly.

"You guys think that there will be offers for any of us after this show? Last show, Chichi, you Bulma and a few other girls were the only ones to get offers," another woman spoke up. She was tall, with long red hair and black shinning eyes.

"Don't worry too much about it, Mina. There is always an agency that wants you for some kind of advertising. I had a friend that was called to a casting for the starring role in a movie, and she hadn't been getting many offers before that," Bulma said with a grin.

"I won't. For some reason I'm at ease right now," Mina smiled.

"Let me tell you what happened!" Bulma hissed as she remembered what had happened to her today, and with the same man.

"Were you the one making all that commotion in the dressing rooms?" 18 asked with a frown.

The blue haired woman nodded, and proceeded to tell her friends about the whole encounter in the morning and then what happened with the man leering at her through the curtains. Not missing the details about her throwing things at his head. Though she did state that he was strikingly gorgeous.

"Wow, I wish I had stories to tell like that," Mina said dreamily.

"You're making this seem like a fairytale. Which it wasn't," Bulma rolled her eyes. "He acted like a prick and then like a pervert, he is not my Prince in shinning armor," she stated in annoyance.

The blonde woman just snickered and shook her head at her friend. "Who are we waiting for?" 18 asked as she stretched and her joints cracked.

Bulma sighed and tied her long hair into a loose ponytail, "We're waiting for Chichi and two other girls," she said. They were sitting apart from six other women and the three that were missing would be there any minute.

"Where do you think Jean-Carlo is?" Mina asked as she took out her Evian bottle and took a sip.

One of the other women in the room leaned over after trying not to eavesdrop. "Rumor is that he fired the last photographer and he's already found a new one. I think that they're talking business and a contract right now and then he'll present the new guy to us," she whispered.

"A new photographer?" 18 questioned, "I wonder what he looks like!"

Bulma rolled her eyes, about to retort, when Chichi walked into the room followed by the remaining models. The dark haired woman looked around the room and spotted Bulma, her eyes darkening in anger. Bulma looked at her warily, but didn't bother to change her comfortable posture. She raised a hand to halt the angry woman before she said anything, "Why are you so angry? I got first walk fair and square. I just can't register why you are about to bite my head off," Bulma said calmly.

Chichi reached over and hauled Bulma up effortlessly, nearly dragging the other woman towards the gym room, there she shut the door and sneered at her step-sister. "This first walk was supposed to be mine and you know it," she snarled. Bulma could have so easily pulled out of her grip, but she decided not to.

"You're speaking as if I stole this from you! Jean-Carlo gave me first walk and it's not my fault he did. All this makes me think is that you're jealous," Bulma snapped as she grabbed a pair of stretch bandages specifically for working out and she wrapped them around her hands. Whenever she was angry or stressed, punching the hell out of a punching bag helped a lot, and talking with her step-sister stressed her out greatly.

"This isn't going to last. Jean-Carlo changes favorites like this," Chichi said snapping her fingers, meaning that he changed favorites quickly.

"Yeah you should know," Bulma whispered darkly.

"How dare you speak to me that way?" Chichi growled.

"I dare because you think that I am doing this purposely to hurt you. This is a competitive career Chichi, you have known that since you first thought of becoming a model. You have no right to attack me this way," Bulma told her tightly.

"You always did make yourself the victim, didn't you? Even for my father and your mother, your face is your friend. But there was one person that saw past your little pouting face. You couldn't fool Him," Chichi said evily.

Bulma's eyes narrowed at Chichi's words, "Don't you dare bring this up now. You know how touchy that subject is for me," she said in a deadly whisper, beginning to rip off the bandage on her right hand.

"That's not my problem. It's the truth and you know it, that is why He left you and took everything you had, including..........." SMACK!

Chichi held her red face and stared at Bulma incredulously. "GET OUT OF MY FACE! If you don't, I will do more than 'tap' you like I just did. You have no right to talk about this and much less to use it against me! Next time you do, I swear that I will rip your hair right out of your head!" Bulma screamed, rage and hurt filling her voice.

"You won't get away with this," Chichi hissed before she walked out and left Bulma alone in the room.

Bulma tried to hold in her tears as she walked over to the large punching bag in the room, but as soon as she began to hit it, tears leaked out, but with the hits she threw, it took away the hurt and the memories that her own sister had brought up.

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"Alright girls, I want to congratulate you all for the success of the show. You all did an exceptional job and I can honestly day that this was the best show! Now where is my star?" Jean-Carlo asked as he entered the room followed by a man.

"She's in the gym, beating the hell out of a punching bag, being that she can't beat the hell out of other things," 18 stated as she shot Chichi a dirty look.

The dark haired woman just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to ignore the sting of the skin on her cheek, then her eyes widened as she took in who their boss was with. Jean-Carlo frowned, "Well, I'll speak to her later. Right now I want to present to you all our new photographer. This is Vegeta Ouji," he said.

Vegeta flashed all the models one of his most sexy smirks and tried to ignore his ex staring at him. "Nice to meet you," he said, mostly out of politeness. All the women greeted him too and began to murmur about how handsome he was.

"From now on he is going to be our photographer. We will work with an expert on backgrounds and posing and he will go with us when we hit Paris, Greece and the Bahamas for the swimsuit images. Ok now, I have here messages for all of you. That's why I say that this has been the best show," Jean-Carlo grinned as he passed out the messages.

When he was done, he only held a few more papers in his hands. He pulled 18 aside, "Why did you say that to Chichi?" he asked softly.

The blonde woman sighed, "Chichi pulled Bulma to the gym and yelled at her for getting first walk. I don't know what else happened, but Bulma has been in there for a long time," 18 murmured worriedly. "Chichi came out with a red hand print on her face!"

Jean-Carlo nodded, "I'm going to go see if she's ok," he said as he handed her the messages that belonged to her and walked off towards the gym. He walked slowly noticing that Bulma was sitting against a wall, her knees tucked against her chest, her arms folded and her head down. Was she crying? "Bulma?" he asked hesitantly.

"I hate my own sister, Jean. She had the nerve to use my past mistakes against me. I slapped her for it and I swear that had she not left, she'd be in the emergency room right now," she grumbled, not bothering to raise her head.

He kneeled beside her, "Those things that happened to you are not your fault and she had no right to use that against you. You were young and naive, don't beat yourself up for the things she said," he reassured her.

Bulma looked up and managed a small smile, "Thank you for listening to my ramblings," she said. "What is that?" she asked as she pointed to the papers in his hands.

"Surprise, surprise sweetheart, these are all the people that want to hire you to do shows, commercials in fashion, make-up and many other things," he said as he handed them to her.

Her pretty face changed dramatically as she looked at who wanted her, "Donna Karan?! Vera Wang?! Dolce & Gabbana?! Cover Girl? Oh my gosh!" she squealed as she jumped to her feet and started to cheer.

"Did you see the last one?" Jean-Carlo asked, a grin on his face as he watched her act like a five year old in a candy store that had been given a shopping spree.

Bulma looked at the paper and gasped in glee, "Christian Dior?! You've got to be kidding me!" she gasped and fake fainted, falling to the floor with an arm thrown over her face.

Jean-Carlo chuckled and shook his head, "You have many offers, but you can't take them all. Unless they are jobs with many days between them," he said as he stood in front of his newest and most beautiful model. "Contact them tomorrow."

Bulma nodded and stood, she felt like dancing around. There may not have been any music on but she had a cheerful tune in her head. She'd go home to sleep, then tomorrow morning she would see what jobs she'd be able to get.

"By the way, I brought the new photographer over. He read and signed the contract so he's on board with us for every shoot. I've seen his work and it is impressive. Why don't you come out with me to meet him?"

"Is he cute?" she asked as she elbowed him.

"You know, I didn't even notice. I was so lost in his eyes," Jean-Carlo said in all sarcasm.

Bulma burst out laughing. The dark cloud that had settled over her since the show, when she had seen Chichi and known that getting first walk would be a problem, had now vanished. She felt incredibly at ease and she couldn't wait to get home to Patches, Lex and Sylph.. "He's that cute, ne?"

"Why don't you decide?" a different voice interrupted.

Both looked over and Bulma's jaw literally dropped open. "What the hell are YOU doing here?!" she screamed. She couldn't believe it. That man was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his lips, and the most arrogant look on his face she had ever seen on anyone's face.

Jean-Carlo looked from one to the other and frowned, "You two know each other?" he asked hesitantly.

"Know him?!" Bulma exploded, "This is the perv that was trying to see me naked while I changed!"

Vegeta growled in irritation, "I was NOT. I was standing against the curtain and someone pushed me in. Besides, there are few things that you lack when it comes to my kind of woman," he said in a smug tone.

Bulma's eyes narrowed dangerously, "What is that supposed to mean?"

He flashed her an evil smirk, "You're nothing but skin and bones! I wouldn't be caught dead trying to see you naked!" his voice had noticeably risen a notch as his irritation grew. He knew it was a lie, but he had to see if she would rise to his bait. And rise she did.

Bulma took a step towards the short man, trying to take deep, steadying breaths, she'd give him a piece of her mind. "You are nothing but an immoral, half-witted, scruffy looking, arrogant TROLL!" she yelled before she marched out of the room to go home.

Jean-Carlo let out the breath he hadn't even realized he was holding and shook his head, "I wonder if she realized that you are the new photographer," he told the scowling man.

Vegeta gave a snort, 'I'll teach her who's the half-witted, scruffy looking troll. I'm going to make her days here a living hell for as long as I work here,' he thought with a satisfied smirk.

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Ok, so Chichi is Bulma's 'evil step-sister', Vegeta is a peeping Tom, and Bulma is hiding some sort of secret. Did you guys like it? I hope you did so please remember to let me know what you thought about it, and if it would be wise to continue. Thank you for taking the time to read my work and I will try to update as soon as I can.

Byebye

~!Joey!~