Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Space Station Z ❯ Agreements and Disagreements ( Chapter 7 )

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Space Station Z

Chapter Seven

By RM

Bulma clutched her clipboard to her chest as she not so successfully tried to calm down in the elevator. In the last ten minutes, she'd been forced to delegate repair duties on all levels of the training facility. Although she'd been grateful for the excuse to get out of the medical wing and the rather unpleasant men therein, she was a lot less than thrilled at the news that every single training room in the relatively new facility had been put out of commission by some meat-heads who probably had no respect for the type of hard work that went into its making.

She grunted lightly as she practically punched at the elevator buttons and began tapping her foot impatiently while the doors slid closed with barely a thud. As she stood there waiting for the car to actually start moving, she briefly wondered how Marron was faring with those two muscle-bound jerks requiring medical attention. They were both a little bit scary, but the more she thought about the situation, she realized that she really wasn't sure just who she was more frightened for. When they had waltzed in at first, Bulma thought they both seemed a little familiar. It hadn't been their faces, it had been their armor. She'd seen that type of armor before. Four days ago, to be exact, on her way back from the spa. She had found herself thinking of him from time to time, the muscular stranger who had saved her from her own clumsiness, mostly during those times of the day when she wished she were somewhere else. She cracked a small, quiet smile as her grip shifted on the back of the clipboard. The more she thought about him, the more handsome he became, and the memory of his deep voice was enough to still send shivers down her spine. Sure, she had been angry with him at the time for acting somewhat disrespectful at their first meeting, but when she thought about it after a time, she could hardly blame him for being interested in her. She was quite beautiful after all. And she supposed that the more than innocent thoughts she had started having concerning him in her daydreams more than made up for the fact that perhaps she was capable of the very same thing, given time.

Strands of silky, blue hair fell forward as she tilted her head slightly and shifted her stance. She continued to smile at no one in particular for several minutes until she also realized that the elevator still hadn't budged.

"Oh! What is wrong with this place?" She yelled at the control panel as she hit it again with angry fingers. But after several moments, it still failed to move.

Punching the door open button several times, she stomped out of the stationary car and proceeded to punch the down button several times, all the while hoping with most of her might that she wouldn't have to take the stairs.

*****

Puar squeaked a sigh as she stared dreamily towards the small table occupied by large humans. Although she and her crewmates had only been on board the station for a little less than a week, she had made a habit of having a cold cup of juice at the training facility juice bar during the lunch rush. It wasn't her fault that HE would also stop for juice at precisely the same time everyday.

Clasping the cup with both paws, she looked into the colorfully sweet liquid and sighed again.

HE was gorgeous. It always worked that way and she had the feeling that she wasn't the only one who thought so. She'd seen him hanging around with several females, but mostly with the blonde android. She'd done some research on him, of course, and she'd found out that the time spent with the beautiful blonde had been time spent training. Puar narrowed her little, black eyes at the other woman, who was eating pastries at the table with Him and their friends. It wasn't the first time that a man had turned her head. And to Puar, it was a little disheartening that he probably wouldn't be the last.

"You're going to pop my eardrums if you keep up with all that squeaking."

"Shut up Oolong," the little blue cat squeaked with clearly annunciated diction.

"I'm surprised you can even hear me," Oolong responded quietly. He'd noticed the change in his long-time friend ever since she laid eyes on the Earthlings. The tell-tale signs were all there.

Oolong nibbled around a small butter cookie as he shifted his best dirty look towards the object of Puar's affection. "I don't see what the big deal is," he shrugged, picking up another butter cookie.

"Big deal who?" Puar quickly snapped out of her trance to fidget nervously with her juice cup.

"Puar," Oolong stated flatly as he practically glared at his little, blue friend. "You've been making eyes at him since we got here. It's pretty obvious. Just go and talk to him already."

Puar once again stared into her juice cup with a forlorn expression. She'd never felt this love-sick ever. Just what was a girl to do?

"He wouldn't want to talk to me," she sighed. "I'm not his…shape."

"So?" He answered back with a mouth full of cookie. "Change it."

"I wouldn't know where to start…" she looked up hopefully at her friend, her black eyes the size of tiny tea saucers, "…but you…"

"Oh no," Oolong interjected, spewing several cookie crumbs across the table in the process.

"But you're a man!"

"I'm a pig!"

"Same difference!"

Oolong grimaced, looking on to see Puar becoming more excited and lively as the conversation continued down this avenue. She was looking at him with such a look of longing, and hope. He didn't really want to let her down, but he really wasn't sure that he was the right pig for the job.

"Does this have something to do with my collection?" He finally asked, a little leery that she might know something about his hand-selected, ultra girly, grade A assortment of women's underpants.

"Collection?" Puar questioned, momentarily thrown off of the previous topic for a few moments. "What collection?"

Busted, Oolong thought.

His eyes took on that shifty quality of someone accused of farting in a crowded elevator. So she didn't know about the collection. Could it be too much to ask for that Captain Tien didn't know about it either?

"Well hello you two!" A cheerful voice called from somewhere very close behind them. When they turned to see who it was that might have caught on to their conversation, they found a very pretty and exotically colored Princess standing and waving to someone over at the juice bar.

"I'm going to join you," Princess Snake announced with a bright reptilian based smile. It was always enough to give Oolong the creeps. "Besides, you two look like you're up to something."

Puar and Oolong exchanged glances.

"I hope you don't mind," Princess Snake added as she gracefully wiped away the crumbs which the small pig had left decorating the table top, "but I brought along my niece Ranchi. The poor thing needs to get out more to enjoy the sights."

"At the juice bar?" Oolong asked a little incredulously.

Puar batted his head with her long, blue tail.

"Why not?" Princess Snake answered pleasantly. "My late sister met Emperor Chaozu at a fondue party."

"I hate to break this to you," Oolong mumbled, "but that's rather odd."

"Nonsense. They both loved cheese."

Puar couldn't hold back her small sigh as her attention once again shifted to that of the handsome Italian eating lunch with his friends at the table across the café. She wasn't exactly sure what an Italian was, but that's what the woman Bulma had called him when Puar had asked about her companions from Earth.

"Poor Ranchi isn't the only one that is restless," Princess Snake observed the little cat from her seat. "Something bothering you Puar?"

"No," Puar responded, managing to sound like a deflating balloon. "I'm fine."

Oolong rolled his eyes and stuffed another cookie into his mouth. Where was Captain Tien when he needed him? Sure, Puar was his shipmate and probably closest thing to a friend he'd ever had, but there was something to be said for hanging out with moody females. And lately, what with their assignment to Princess Snake, one of the first things Oolong had to say was that he'd had it up to his neck with female moodiness.

It was driving him to eat more cookies.

"Where's Captain Tien?" Princess Snake suddenly asked, as if reading free-ranged thoughts from around the table.

Oolong shrugged and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Here's your juice," Ranchi's sweet voice announced as she placed the drink in front of her aunt with a bright smile. "I couldn't find the napkins though."

"Oolong, be a dear and go fetch some napkins," Princess Snake ordered warmly, prodding the little pig with a tap on the arm.

Making a slight face, Oolong did as he was instructed, and both princesses watched him skulk off in search of a courtesy station.

"Who's the young man?" Princess Snake asked the daydreaming cat, who panicked for a moment that her secret was out.

"What young man?" Puar asked hurriedly.

"The one you've been staring at since you began ignoring your lunch."

"I've been doing no such thing," Puar denied, sticking her whiskered nose in the air.

Ranchi giggled quietly and took a sip of her beverage. Princess Snake simply continued to stare at Puar, her sharp fangs contrasting against the dark red of her lipstick.

Puar sighed heavily as she looked down at her completely full juice cup. "It's obvious isn't it? And Oolong won't help me."

Ranchi watched as the little cat's voice took on that deflating quality once again, and she looked to her aunt for any sign of support. Princess Snake gracefully rose from her seat and sat down directly next to Puar, forcing her little chin up to look directly into her eyes.

"And just what can WE do to help?"

*****

He'd traveled all over the universe and it always seemed to amaze him that the more technology he encountered, the more it slowed him down. Being a strong believer in his own abilities, he'd surmised quite some time ago that the most efficient way to get from point A to point B was for him to depend on himself, and not some technological contraption. In this case, it would require ripping and blasting his way through several tons of solid metal and a few very thick walls. He grinned at the thought of the panic that would ensue at such actions but settled on cracking his neck as the elevator doors slid open and he stepped inside.

A drop of sweat fell from the tip of his nose as he took his ridged stance in the middle of the empty elevator car. The training facilities here on the station were far superior to any of the others he'd ever come across, better than even those facilities Freiza and his own scientists boasted. And it was all thanks to that weak, Earthling scientist that had practically built the place by himself, unnoticed by the major superpowers of space. His brow creased as he thought about that particular achievement, and also with the strain of trying to remember the human's name. He wasn't too familiar with the specific dialect of galactic common used throughout this particular quadrant, but he'd been trying his best to study up on it, and he vaguely remembered that the name began with a `B' sound.

The elevator slowed to a halt and the door slid open to admit a very attractive, very curvy, and very familiar, weak female. Vegeta recognized her immediately as the female who had bounced past him four days prior, as he could find himself thinking of little else. And while he had been craving a tender chunk of meat all morning, he wasn't expecting this particular chunk of meat to wander into the elevator by itself.

Bulma was visibly frustrated as she shrugged her long hair over her shoulder and stepped into the elevator car. Paying absolutely no attention to anyone or anything else in the lift, she pushed the button for her desired floor and smiled when she saw that the button actually lit up. And that's when she noticed that another button had already been pushed.

Standing up straight, she turned with a smile to greet the other person sharing the car.

"Oh. It's you."

He gave no outward sign that he actually heard her. It really didn't matter either, since he had no idea what she had just said to him. Inwardly however, was a completely different story. He was very much aware of her every subtle move. His muscles began to tense up when he once again caught her alluring scent, and in response, he began to briskly shake his arms and legs as he stood there trying to concentrate on staying loose and limber.

"I see you're coming from the training facility," she continued as the door slid shut, locking them both inside while beginning its deliberate descent. When he didn't respond right away, she took her initiative and reached out to poke him in his well-muscled side. She was rather surprised to see him, although she'd been secretly hoping to run into him again. She had let it slip to Chi Chi on the day she had fallen into him that she'd met someone on board that might be worth getting to know. Of course, while the fact that he didn't seem to really understand her all that well would make it that much more difficult, she figured she was well versed in the art of sending all the right signals to members of the opposite sex. She was French, after all. And she was definitely going to put it to good use with this one.

She was going to flirt.

Vegeta, on the other hand, had absolutely no clue as to what the female thought she was doing. He turned his head slightly to glare at her, trying very hard not to emphasize that she was standing entirely too close to him, and mentally calling himself twelve variations of a moron for once again leaving his scouter in the apartments.

"I see a lot of the guys on board these days like to spend their time training," Bulma stated as she shifted her gaze towards his gold-tipped, white boots just before sweeping up to admire his physique. "Is that the only thing you like to do?"

Once again, he made no verbal response to her inquiry, although his eyes remained fixed on her in rapt attention, in what he hoped was a very intimidating glare.

It didn't seem to be working.

"You know, there's a whole planet down there," she indicated with a sweep of her delicate hand. "A paradise really. Warm water…white sand beaches…lots of sunshine…you and me for a little R and R…"

He continued to watch her as her skin flushed ever so slightly and the tone of her voice seemed to drop into a hushed tone. The little thing certainly was a talkative one, and the fact that he didn't understand her didn't seem to be a deterrent.

She gently skimmed a manicured finger over the deeply tanned flesh of his arm, eliciting tingles wherever she made contact. He inhaled deeply, not really meaning to. He had never in his life met a female that stimulated such a response from him before. Sure, he'd been sexually aroused by females before, but never by a simple touch to the arm. Either he really had been too long without female company, or this particular one was somehow more treacherous than the others were.

Without warning, the elevator car jolted violently, sending Bulma crashing towards the solid steel wall by way of the Saiyan prince. And once again, Vegeta found himself staring at the beautiful, blue haired female, throwing off his concentration, and acting in a manner unbecoming Saiyan royalty.

He caught her.

Yelping slightly as she connected with something solid, she heard what she imagined to be her clipboard slamming against the metal wall. The elevator lights flickered several times as the power fluctuated before shutting off completely, leaving her very much in the dark, and very much in the arms of the man who had saved her from a similar fate once before.

He held her securely and quite close, her nose pressed against his neck as she breathed out heavily from the shock of almost face-planting on a solid piece of steel. She had also gripped his arm in the process, now shifting that hold up to his shoulder for more stable support. She felt a bit dizzy as the sweat from his workout mingled with his own, and surprisingly pleasant, scent. She was also very aware of the heat his body was radiating, and the feel of his solid frame pressed against her in the dark erased almost every other thought. Closing her eyes, Bulma briefly enjoyed snuggling up to the man who had occupied her thoughts for the past few days, until the faint red glare of the emergency lighting seeped through her eyelids, and she inched away slowly to look up at him.

"We have to stop doing this or you're going to think I'm a real klutz."

He tilted his head slightly to look down at her nestled once again in his arms as she stared back up at him. He had dealt with treachery all of his life. He knew the signs quite well. Her scent, her movements, her tone, her eyes…there was no treachery there. Just the need for something…something…

She felt her skin flushing and her legs going limp as his lips moved agonizingly slowly towards her own. She didn't want to move a muscle for fear of ruining a moment that somehow managed to make her feel more alive than anything had in a very long time.

But she found out that she didn't have to move a muscle. The elevator moved them for her.

Violently jolting once again, the car fell several feet through the shaft, managing to stop just as roughly as it had begun, and also managing to ruin Bulma's perfect moment by pitching them both towards the far wall. Bulma concentrated on not shrieking as she felt only air under her feet. She wasn't afraid of heights, but she had never been overly fond of not having a firm foothold on something, which was partly why she found herself clutching at the elevator's other occupant.

Vegeta, on the other hand, looked coolly down at the female still in his arms as she actively clung to him like a static ridden sock straight from the dryer. He floated easily a few inches from the floor of the car, keeping his senses keen and wide open in case the thing wanted to lurch around again. He didn't exactly relish the thought that he would be injured in a lift accident before he even had the chance to get something to eat. He would sooner blast his way out if it came to that.

Of course, keeping his senses sharp in his current situation would lead to other things. Her hair looked so soft and inviting as she pressed her cheek against his chest, leaving the silky strands just inches below his nose. Her smell was pleasant and subtle, and the fact that she was slightly trembling as she was practically crushed up against him was making him forget about the meal waiting for him. The meal that, and he narrowed his eyes slightly at this thought, was probably mostly gone by now due to the fact that Kakarott was a complete pig.

"I think it's settled itself," Vegeta finally stated as his sensitive ears picked up the faint metallic echo of taught cables in the elevator shaft.

Bulma's nose slid across his neck, her lips brushing against the light fabric of his bodysuit as she turned her head to peek behind her. She kept her firm hold on him around his neck, shifting her body slightly to examine her surroundings. The red emergency lighting would make it a little difficult to fix the wiring in the control panel, but the car was still in one piece, and she was hoping that perhaps she remembered to pack the small flashlight in her miniature tool pack.

The Saiyan prince kept his hard stare in place as her whole body settled back into its original position in his arms. When she slowly looked up at him once again, she was more than delighted to find that he was definitely giving her that more than interested look, the kind of look that a starving man might give to a tender cut of choice beef. And Bulma had learned from experience that she preferred to date non-vegetarians.

Deciding that she wasn't about to wait for him to make the first move actually happen, she pulled herself up, softly brushing her lips against his. After lingering for a few moments, she pulled away, bringing a hand down from around his neck to trace a finger over his lips.

Vegeta's eyebrows shot up in surprise when she put her lips on his. He'd seen others perform this action before, but had never actually engaged in the act himself, believing it to be an unnecessary and crass interaction. He'd never really considered a differing opinion on the matter. Up until now.

Paying little attention to the finger placed on his lips, he decided to instigate this move on his own this time, bringing his lips down to meet with her soft and slightly puckered ones. At least, that's what he planned on doing just as the heavy elevator doors groaned open to reveal two electrical technicians who looked just as surprised as the occupants in the lift to see them.

"We've got two live ones in here," the first technician called over his shoulder as he braced the heavy doors.

Vegeta turned his head slowly while lowering his eyebrows to pointedly glare at the person butting in. He didn't know what was just said to him, since he was pretty much dead in the water when it came to understanding the galactic common spoken on the station without his scouter. Until he completed his crash course on the dialect, or started actually remembering to bring his scouter when he left his apartments, he would have to learn to simply ignore any comments directed towards him. Then again, for Vegeta, simply ignoring anything directed towards him was always a bit of a challenge.

"Putz," Vegeta mumbled in perfect common as he floated past the technician with the female still in his arms, making sure he was heard quite clearly. Although he wasn't sure exactly what the word meant in galactic common, he was quite sure it was something not very flattering. After all, it was one of Nappa's favorite labels for Raditz when he wasn't paying attention.

Still eyeing the two repairmen unfavorably, Vegeta landed softly in the middle of the dim hallway, making sure he was far enough away from the men to afford them a little privacy. Turning his attention back to the lovely thing still attached to him, he found that her head was still slightly tilted and her lips were still slightly puckered. It was then that he decided that perhaps he hadn't moved far enough away.

Bulma was still waiting for that kiss when she felt someone grab her forearm, tugging her along as her footsteps went from plain unsteady to merely wobbly. When she finally opened her eyes, she found herself outside of the vertical deathtrap, being pulled into a secluded bend in the hallway. She smiled slightly as she watched the object of her early afternoon affections marching ahead of her with purposeful strides, walking through the place as if he owned it, as if he were some kind of royalty gracing the halls with his presence.

Just as suddenly as they had begun their trek, they stopped. Vegeta spun around gracefully, facing Bulma with the same unreadable expression she had first encountered him with. Her cheeks reddened noticeably as she realized that this was the same man she was flirting with moments before. And not just any flirting. She was flirting shamelessly. Still, she wasn't the type to back down from something she'd started, and she really had to admit to herself that she really liked the look of him. He was well tanned, his features were sharp and dramatic, almost dangerous, and his eyes were as black as ink and held no softness or warmth. And although she couldn't read them, it was his eyes that held the most fascination to her. They were so dark, it was almost impossible to discern where iris ended and pupil began. It chilled her to think of what a man like this was capable of, and at the same time, it excited her to no end.

She stood perfectly still as he released her arm and continued to watch her closely. He brought his hands up to let his fingers comb through her straight and silky hair, enjoying everything the moment had to offer, just enjoying the general feel of her. It was something he had never had the inclination to do before, and as it seemed to be turning out to him, it was something he really wanted to take the time to explore with her. And of course, exploring anything that didn't make him stronger only served to do one thing.

It was really beginning to piss him off.

Just what in the hell was wrong with him anyway? When did this lust of his start dictating to him when he should become a shell-shocked retard who couldn't seem to remember proper behavior between Saiyan royalty and some curvaceous piece of ass? When was the last time he had even taken more than two minutes to actually look at the little whore he would poke and most likely kill three minutes later? When was the last time he had decided a female was worth fucking? His brow creased in thought. No, they had never been worth it. But something nagged at him, telling him that perhaps this one would be.

Bulma continued to quietly watch him as he stroked his fingers through her hair. She saw his expression change from somewhat blank to contemplative thoughtful, and she wondered what could possibly be going through his head. Tentatively, she reached up to brush her fingertips over the curve of his ear, all the while concentrating her gaze on those deep black and passionate eyes.

"My offer still stands," she stated quietly, tracing a finger down his chin. "We could hop on a shuttle tonight."

His heated gaze dropped to watch her lips, and for once in his life he wished he could understand what an inferior was trying to tell him.

"Or any night you're up to it," she added when he didn't answer her invitation. She was trying very hard to be persuasive about it. She figured she was overdue for a vacation of sorts. Having someone to share it with her would only sweeten the deal.

"I have no idea what you are trying to say to me," was his eventual reply, and although they both knew it was in a language she couldn't understand, he continued on. "But I have a pretty good idea about what you are getting at."

She blinked at him several times before finally catching on. Something would have to be done about the language problem they were having. While she was familiar with several different languages on Earth, the one that this man happened to be speaking had nothing in common with any one of them. She supposed she was right in believing the first time that her body language would have to work double time.

"Attention all personnel in docking level two," a flat voice announced over the PA system. "Prepare for a class four arrival now docking from Namek."

Vegeta's head snapped up at the mention of the one word he recognized, the one word he'd been waiting several days to hear.

Namek.

Bulma turned around to see what had caught the man's attention when she suddenly felt a very solid body pressing against her back, and two strong hands smooth down the sides of her coveralls.

"This is far from over between us, little one."

His voice sent shivers all through her body, his totally foreign speech and deep sensuous tone made her heart race. It had only happened twice before, but she found herself enjoying the closeness of him more than she should at this point in their relationship, which was to say that she didn't even know his name.

"I don't even know your name," she half stated, half giggled as she felt him move away from his position behind her. She turned around once more with a bright smile, which promptly faded when she found that he had somehow managed to vanish into thin air for the second time in their short history together. She could only hope that if things ever did heat up between them, it wouldn't be over as quickly as their first two meetings.

Turning around in place one last time in the now empty hallway, Bulma sighed, fixed her sleeves, and began the short walk back to the broken elevator, in search of her clipboard.

*****

The air locks opened and closed in heavy succession as the filters hissed breathable atmosphere through strategically placed vents along their path. When the last lock closed, three green individuals stood at the gate, their pristine white robes swishing around with the last of the heated rush of escaping air.

The trio stood quietly, shifting glances around suspiciously while their guide into the arrivals retaining area made the proper arrangements with the proper people. All three looked very much alike, although the third was obviously much older. His face was more elongated than the others and was graced by wrinkles, which were a direct result of the passing of time. He also carried a wooden staff, clasped firmly in one hand while he fixed his robe with the other. The remaining two could have passed for twins, both young, strong and harboring that certain determination that suggested neither one had ever had much of a sense of humor.

"I still say this is a mistake."

"These are Guru's wishes, Piccolo." The shorter of the two young Nameks informed his companion. "He is very wise and…"

"Wisdom only goes so far when you're backed into a corner," the one called Piccolo stated with a tight jaw and a bitter edge to his voice. "What Guru may see as wisdom now is total folly."

"And just what do YOU know of wisdom?" The first young Namek, known as Nail, answered back with a huff.

"We don't need help as long as we possess the…"

"Please!" The old Namek accompanying them finally interjected, earning a distasteful growl from Piccolo as he cut him off. His sturdy staff thumped off of the metallic platform panels as they walked several feet behind their guide. "We are all children of Guru. We must not bicker with each other over his wise decision now. We are united on this front. You know what must be done."

"Not all of us are united Kami," Piccolo pointed out with that same bitterness.

"Your concern was noted," Kami momentarily raised his voice and brow ridge at the younger Piccolo's back as they walked down the platform.

"I do not trust the Saiyans," Piccolo continued on. "They are bloodthirsty and are still under Freiza's command for all we know."

"They do not hold the monopoly on bloodthirstiness," Nail added in, practically glaring out of the corner of his eye at Piccolo. Everyone on Namek had known Piccolo as a ruthless adversary, wanting rule over that of Guru himself. As far as they knew, it was an agenda Piccolo still desired, but for unknown reasons to Nail and the others, Kami had been able to keep the younger Namek at bay. The almost unbearable truth to Nail was that they needed Piccolo's help right now. Come what may, they would just have to deal with the consequences later.

Piccolo stared straight ahead, seemingly ignoring his cohort's remark. He didn't need to be reminded of what a little prig he thought Nail was. As far as he was concerned, Nail was nothing more than a thoughtless mutt who went to fetch every single time the so-called master bade him to.

"It is well known how the Saiyans feel about Freiza," Kami responded. "Freiza simply doesn't care how they feel, or anyone else for that matter. They continue to obey since there is no other choice."

"There is always a choice," Piccolo grumbled.

"Not always a viable one," Kami added once more. "There would be even less they could do if they were dead. The same goes for all of us. Guru's decision will enable a choice for us all."

"Then we'd all better hope it's the right decision."

Kami slowed to a stop as he considered Piccolo's words, watching the two young Nameks make their way through the door into the holding area. He breathed out a sigh before proceeding through the doorway himself, knowing that Piccolo was only partially right.

They all hoped it was the right decision, because what Kami and Guru both knew was that now, it was the only option left.

*****

Whew! Hot off the press, as they say. Well, whoever says it I suppose. Once again I have to apologize for the tardiness. If anyone has an opinions/suggestions on this chapter, please feel free to leave them. I am pretty lukewarm on the whole thing. I do have the next part mapped out, and will also have some Master Roshi action, so that's something for ChunkyMunky241 to look forward to. And yes, hopefully some K/CC stuff next time as well. Until then, take care everyone, and thanks for the patience. I'd also like to thank Kainee for the email. It gave me the nudge I needed right now to get my butt back into gear. Or at least out of neutral…

-RM