Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The One ❯ The One ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Hello and welcome to new-fiction-week! No, I'm just being dumb, sorry about that. But really, welcome to my newest invention. As you may have read on the summary, this is a high-school Romeo & Juliet fic for Bulma and Vegeta.

I have great expectations for this fanfic, and I really like how I'm developing it. Many of the DBZ gang is going to make an appearance here and even those that have been seen in only in the movies, as well as those that are made up by me.

I'm bumpin' Frankie J's new CD right now, with the song Obsession so that's where I'm getting my inspiration from. He has such a great voice, mmmmm……… Nevermind. I also have a major cold and a hacking cough, but I'm still writing.

I think I got carried away with my author's note, huh? So Vegeta and Bulma's family hate each other, Goku, Turles and Raditz are her brothers, and she is daughter of Bardock, just wanted to clear that up. Vegeta has a twin, and you might think that it's stupid but I wanted to try this out.

Okay then, go ahead and read. Please let me know if you'd like to see more of this, or if I should drop it.

Have fun!

Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ or any of the characters used in this fanfic

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The One

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An ongoing war between two families has even gone as far as to drive most of Orange Star high school apart too. The Son family vs. the Ouji family. These two families have hated each other for three generations. Their children have grown up hating each other, and competing at everything they do.

That is a story too long to tell right now, but you will soon know. Two of the young ones in both families have yet to meet. For those of you who don't believe in love at first sight, this may be a first.

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“Vegeta, are you absolutely sure that you want to do this?”

Vegeta raised annoyed black eyes to his other half. Not in a girlfriend sense, but in a sibling sense. The girl was his twin and single-handedly the most annoying person he knew.

“Leave me alone Chi,” he snapped as he revved the engine of his car and pulled on his seatbelt. “I'm doing this to prove that I am better than that loser. To prove that our family is better.”

“If dad ever finds out-……”

He gave her a withering look that stopped her words. “And how is he going to find out? Are you going to tell him?” Vegeta asked dryly.

“You know that I won't. Just because you are my brother and I can't stand to see you getting yelled at,” she snapped at him. “Now if you have to do this, then beat his ass. I don't want people at school to be talking about you losing to a Son.”

Vegeta smirked. “Change of hear, little sis?”

“I don't always agree with this stupid war between our families, but when it comes to their spawn, I think that they're all assholes,” Chichi said with a sniff. Her brother just chuckled and shook his head. “Please be safe,” she whispered before joining her cousins and brothers off to the side of the road.

Vegeta revved the engine and smirked as he watched his opponent drive up to the spot next to him at the start line. “Ten Grand?” he asked.

The other man nodded. “Ten Grand.” Both watched as a nicely curved girl walked to stand between them and raise her arms. Then she lowered them suddenly and both cars took off at top speed.

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A big grin spread over his face when he noticed just who was standing outside of his cell. “Bulma-chan, I'm so glad to see you!”

“Oh, Goku,” the young girl said as she shook her head, her eyes hard and scolding. “Dad is here and he's so pissed. He's paying off your bail, and he's ready to get into a fist fight with Mr. Ouji because he's here bailing out his son too,” she said softly. “Why did you do it? Was it because of your stupid pride?”

Goku nodded, grasping the bars and leaning to be at eye level with his youngest sibling. “B-chan, if one of the girls of that family challenged you to do something, would you back down? Would you say no?” he asked quietly.

Bulma gave him a look and with a sigh answered, “No. But that doesn't mean that I'd be dumb enough to get arrested while I race illegally on the streets,” she said in a you're-a-total-dumbass tone. “Girls are too smart to do dumb shit like that.”

Goku scowled. “Did you just insinuate that I'm an idiot?” he asked as he scratched his head.

“No insinuation,” Bulma said evilly.

He ignored her comment; he was used to her sharp tongue. “I want to get out of here; didn't you say that dad was paying the bail?” Goku asked as he paced his cell.

Bulma nodded. “I guess things like that take time. But you better brace yourself for when you get out, dad is going to leave your ears ringing,” she said with a snicker.

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Vegeta's eyes snapped open at the sweet angelic voice that had seeped in through his dreams. He had never heard anything like it. He was lying on the bottom bunk of the cell he was in and snorted. Girls with sweet tones like that were usually trouble. But he couldn't deny that he wanted to see the face that voice belonged to.

He and the other fool had raced last night, but they had been caught by the police before the race was even over. They had been arrested and had spent the night in the slammer. Now his father was probably here and raising hell if he was pissed, which was a very high probability.

His car had been impounded and bail had been set high, though he knew that his father had more than enough to cover the amount. The only thing that he wasn't looking forward to was listening to his father rant and rave about him street racing.

He heard a cell door opening and he knew that Son Goku was probably leaving already. Vegeta yawned and lay there waiting until the guard showed up for him. He would see the loser at school. Senior year was starting tomorrow, and they would find a way to prove who was best.

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Vegeta slammed his locker closed and glowered at anyone that dared to look his way. He was in a very foul mood and didn't want anyone to disturb him. But of course his dear other half always had something to say.

“Stop that, you're scaring people,” Chichi snapped as they walked towards their first class, which happened to be Physics.

“I don't give a crap about other people,” Vegeta snapped as he fixed his backpack and ran a hand through his flame-shaped spikes. “If I didn't want to get over this stupid senior year, I would've quit school by now.”

Chichi gave a soft snort. “You brought this on yourself. Dad grounded you and took away your driving privileges because you deserve it. Besides, if you dropped out, dad would disown you,” she said smartly.

“When I graduate, I'm going to put in an application to a college far away from this place and from my father. There is nothing here of importance to me,” he said as they walked into the classroom.

Chichi was actually hurt by that last comment. They were closer than siblings that were born apart, how could he say that there was nothing important for him here? She glared at him, but he didn't seem to notice. Sometimes she forgot how self-centered her brother could be. He really needed something that would make him change. Problem was she didn't know what that something was.

She sat down a few seats away from him and hoped that her friends had this class with her. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck in this boring class with her annoying cousins and their cronies.

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Two girls walked briskly down the nearly empty hall of Orange Star High, private high school for “rich kids.” “It's so great that your dad let you transfer to this school, Bulma.”

Bulma grinned and nodded. Her father had let her stay the last year of high school with her brother in a regular private school. From age ten she had been in an all girl school because her father had wanted to keep her safe from most of the “evils” in society.

She had been her father's baby ever since she was born, and more so after her mother had died in a car accident along with Vegeta Ouji's first wife about seven years ago. But that was too painful a subject to touch. Bulma and Goku were only ten months apart, so Bulma often believed that she had been an accident or at least a surprise to her parents.

Bulma sighed as they walked towards their first class. Physics. Science was her passion and she had been so happy to see that it was her first class of the day and the week. “Juu, did I tell you that my brother got put in jail for illegal street racing?” she asked in annoyance.

18's eyes widened and she shook her head. “I didn't know that he was into racing,” she commented as a light blush tinged her pale skin.

“My brother is to your liking, ne?” Bulma asked slyly. She giggled. “Well, he's not into racing. But he was challenged by that big time asshole. The young Vegeta Ouji. I wasn't there because my dad doesn't let me out without my older brothers being with me. But I know that they were both caught by the police and they spent the night in jail.”

18 stopped her and gaped. “This whole war of the families is getting too, Romeo and Juliet-ish. All that needs to happen is for you to fall for this Vegeta `jr.' guy!”

“Shut up!” Bulma hissed. “I would never fall for a guy like him,” she said as she ran her hand through her long blue hair.

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Vegeta sat with his friends and his cousins at the back of the room of their stupid physics class. God, how he hated science and all that other crap. The teacher was late, and he wasn't in the mood to keep waiting. “I'm leaving,” he snapped. “You coming 17. Tien?”

His best friend stopped him. “Sit down and don't be fucking impatient. Teachers are always late the first day. If you leave now then you may get kicked out of the class,” 17 snapped.

“Right at this moment I don't care,” Vegeta snapped as he grabbed his backpack and made his way towards the door. His eyes met with Chichi's and hers darkened in anger and then swam with disappointment. He shook his head, he didn't care at this moment.

As he walked out the door, he slammed into someone, cursing softly. He imagined that it was the teacher. But he was wrong. Very wrong. The first thing he saw were a pair of big blue eyes framed by curling bangs of blue hair set in a pale face.

Vegeta blinked and just stood there as she stared back at him. Then he snapped out of his stupor and actually gave her a half-assed excuse before walking off. He had never excused himself to any girl.

Bulma turned and watched him go with a small frown on her face. That guy had been cute. Well, way more than cute. But there had been a dark scowl on his face before he had crashed into her.

She shrugged at her best friend and they walked into class. But for the rest of the day, Bulma's mind continued to wander off to that guy that had bumped into her in the morning.

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Bulma was sitting in bed flipping through the channels of her big plasma screen TV. She was bored and it was already Friday. Unfortunately, she hadn't seen that guy she had bumped into the first day of school for the rest of the week.

Her mind had constantly strayed to him and she found that it bothered her greatly that a complete stranger had done that to her. There was a tapping on her door and she called the person in.

Her eldest brother walked in, Turles. He and Goku were the exact copies of their father. “Hey BB,” he said as he almost ran over and sat in front of her. “Want to go to a party? A costume party?” he asked as he waved an invitation almost in her face.

Bulma's eyes widened like saucers as she read the gold engraved letters. “You're crazy!” she hissed as she snatched it from his hands and looked at it. It was going to start in one hour exactly. “Dad would kill us if he found out about this! Not to mention the Ouji's,” she snapped.

Turles had always been the risk-taker of the family. He was into extreme sports and was always getting into trouble. But he was also the head of one of the family's chain companies, so their father didn't really mind what kind of things he was into.

“Well, do you wanna come or not? Raditz and Kakarot are already getting ready. I told dad that I was going to ask you if you wanted to come, you know he only lets you go out partying with us,” Turles said as he leaned back and flipped to the sports channel.

Bulma pondered it for a long moment and then nodded. She would rather get into trouble on Friday than spend her weekend bored out of her mind. “Okay. But where am I going to get a costume at this hour?” she asked.

“Just do your hair and we'll stop at a costume shop before getting to this thing. Kakarot has some cargo pants that are camouflage and he's looking around for his boots and an olive shirt so that he'll look like an army man. Raditz is also going to find one at the costume shop. So hurry up, you've got ten minutes,” he said before jumping up and heading for the door.

“Ten minutes to do my hair?” Bulma called.

“Ten. One minute later and we're gone and you can spend your night sulking in your room,” he said before he disappeared. Bulma rolled her eyes and ran over to get her hair done. Maybe she could make her own costume in ten minutes.

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Vegeta snarled when there was a pounding on his door. “What the hell do you want?”

“Boy, you better watch the way you speak to me,” came the stern tone of his father before he stormed in.

The younger Vegeta rolled his eyes and tried to ignore his father. He knew why his father was there, and he wanted to part in it. “I don't want to be at that stupid party. You made it for your `dear' wife, not for me, so go enjoy it with her,” he snapped at his father.

Mr. Vegeta shook his head. His son had become a young man full of resentment from the moment his mother had died. He had tried to be a good father to him and his twin, and to his older brother who was Italy taking care of one of their companies. Aside from them, he had his other two children from this second marriage. But Vegeta had become cold and distant, and the only person that was able to get to him was his twin sister, and maybe one of his best friends.

“Look, I know that you don't want to be there because of her, but she is my wife and she hadn't done anything to make you hate her. It's her birthday. All I ask is that you be downstairs at least for an hour. Is that too much for you to do?” Mr. Vegeta asked slowly, not wanting to set off his son.

“I want my car back old man,” Vegeta snapped, closing his eyes as if he meant to sleep.

“Are you blackmailing me brat?” His father growled.

“Yes.”

His father stood and began to rant. “Forget it then. Just stay up here and sulk like a spoiled little brat. I took your cars away because you were stupid enough to get thrown in jail and I had to pay your bail and your car's bail. You will continue to be grounded until I say so. You have been back from your time in military school for only a year. Would you like to go back?” he spat before reaching the door.

Vegeta glared at his father's back and cursed. He stood and walked over to his window. It had a huge balcony. It overlooked the main entrance of his home and he could see all the people who were arriving. His step mother was full of stupid ideas. A costume party. Bah, it was ridiculous for grown people to “dress up.”

He leaned against the banister and took a look at what the people were wearing. He rolled his eyes and actually laughed on some of the costumes he saw. Some were ridiculous, some were actually ok.

Then he stood straight as he watched an angel walk through the gates. She was the only one dressed in white among all the people. She was wearing a short white dress with matching boots that reached her shapely thighs. There was a pair of angel wings on her back with feathers that trailed behind her with an attached halo above her head. Her hair was in long straight strands that fell over her shoulders in what looked like a 60's-do. The only problem was the white glittering mask with feathers on her face.

That hair. He recognized it now. All he had to do was see her eyes to know if it was the girl that had been plaguing his thoughts for the past week. He had to see her. He walked briskly out of his room and made his way towards the huge staircase that lead to the ballroom.

But before he could get to her as she walked into the room like a beautiful angelic queen, he was stopped by his father's annoying harpy. She was grinning like a fool, happy that he had decided to join them. “Where's your costume sweetheart?” she asked happily. “This is a costume party, now please run along and put it on!”

Vegeta growled at her and turned his eyes to seek out the angel again. She was laughing at something that the man next to her was saying. He tried to move past the annoying stepmother, but she stopped him again.

“Fine,” he snapped before jogging up the steps and getting to his room. He would wear the stupid costume just to get her off his case. He wanted to see who the angel was.

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“Hey, this actually looks great!” Bulma said as they walked into the huge room and towards the bar.

“No alcohol for you,” Raditz said before he and Turles disappeared into the thick crowd. “Take care of her Kakarot.”

Goku made an annoyed face. Bulma gasped incredulously. “Please don't leave me alone. If you wanted to be rid of me then you should have let me bring Juu!” Bulma whispered as she tugged on her brother's sleeve.

“Come on, B! I want to go find a chick!” Goku whined.

Bulma stomped her foot and sent her fist into his arm, Goku hissed in pain and sulked. She finally smacked him and pushed him away. “Go away, but if Turles and Raditz kick your ass later, don't blame it on me,” she snapped before she walked away from him.

Goku just grinned to himself and walked off towards the snacks. There was a man there ready for the orders of all the guests. His mouth watered as he saw all the delicious treats that were sitting in front of him.

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Vegeta wove his way through the thick crowd of people that had come to freeload food and to dance. He was looking for the angel, but when he had gone to put on his stupid costume, he had completely lost her.

He spotted his step brother, Yamcha. “Have you seen an angel?” he snapped.

Yamcha snickered. “No. I thought you didn't believe in angels.”

“Moron. I meant that if you had seen a girl in an angel costume. Maybe your slow mind didn't react the way normal people would to that simple question,” he spat before he walked off.

God how he hated that guy. He actually missed his older real brother, but he wasn't coming back anytime soon. His father's wife had fathered to children of his, but she had come along with a son from a previous relationship. Vegeta had to wonder why Yamcha was seventeen and his mother thirty-six. Vegeta growled softly and pulled off the stupid mask he had been wearing. His step-mother had made him wear a knight's costume, but he had only worn the top part of the thing.

As he rounded the corner towards the gardens of his home, he caught a flash of white feathers and he briskly followed. Damn his father and the blasted need to have a maze in his back yard. In the center of it there was a huge majestic fountain with the shape of his mother, almost like an altar for her.

He didn't think that girl went into the maze though. Then he heard it. It was a very soft sigh and he knew that she was near. There was another fountain nearby, almost by the outdoor pool. He slowly walked over and found her. She was sitting on a stone bench next to the huge fountain, running her fingers through the water as it splashed high and out of many dragon shaped figures.

His boots crunched the gravel around the area and he watched as her slim back stiffened and she quickly stood up. It was her. She had taken off the mask and was now staring at him with those big eyes of hers. The only difference now was her hair was straight and near perfection, just like her face.

Bulma's heart quickened as she looked at the guy that had almost ran her down at school. He was even finer than in her memories. He was staring at her, looking her over from head to toe and she began to feel self-conscious because of his scrutiny.

She was surprised, but on its heels came anger. Guys were such assholes! “Did you get an eyeful?” she snapped angrily.

Vegeta smirked in amusement. Well, she sure had attitude. “Be careful how you speak to me,” he said lightly.

Bulma's eyes narrowed. She was so not going to stay here while some idiot ogled her. “I could care less about your warning. I'm sick and tired of guys like you. It's like you've never seen a pair of breasts,” she snapped before she snatched up her mask and sidestepped him on her way back towards the mansion.

Vegeta chuckled and followed her back, he caught her arm and she froze in mid-step. “I don't like being touched,” she whispered. Vegeta tightened his hold on her arm and was a second away from having her fist connect with his nose. He caught her wrist but completely missed the elbow she sent into his gut.

She fell into a crouch so fast that he had no time to brace for her leg as it connected with his and he toppled to the floor. Incredible, he was getting his ass kicked by a girl! He rolled on the ground and caught her knee before it hit his face. He jumped up and used the element of surprise to grab her arm and twist it behind her back without hurting her. He used his other hand to grab her neck and pull her towards him.

“You are being very aggressive and I have done nothing to you,” he growled against the soft skin of her cheek. God, she smelled even better than what he had imagined. Like the sweet scent of fresh water lilies.

“Let go of me!” she screamed as she struggled in his iron grasp. “You're ruining my costume!”

Vegeta let her go and watched as she moved a safe distance away from him. “Where did you learn how to fight like that?” he asked with interest.

Bulma straightened her dress and fixed her hair. “My father and my brothers are masters in martial arts. They taught me all I know,” she said as her breathing became normal and she composed herself again.

“Beautiful and deadly,” he murmured as he took a few steps towards her. Bulma almost backed away, but she didn't want to show that she was intimidated, so she held her ground, back straight and posture defiant.

“Back-off. You have started off on my wrong side, and that's not good,” she hissed. He was so incredibly cute! She just couldn't stop herself from staring at his face. His body wasn't perfect; he looked as if he could still fill out. Otherwise he was still very attractive.

“You've stunned me. I haven't stopped thinking about your eyes from the moment I saw them,” he said as he slowly leaned towards her face. She was wearing boots that gave her about two inches of height, making them almost the same height.

“But still you run me down at school and don't stop to see if I'm okay. Then here you invade my space and try to intimidate me. That isn't the best way to get to a girl,” she whispered the last few words, their lips almost touching.

“Maybe this way is better,” he said before his lips slowly closed over hers and he kissed her. He kissed her as if her lips were something fragile that would break with any sudden movement.

Bulma's breath came out in a soft sigh and she began to respond to his gentle probing of her lips. No guy had ever dared to do this to her for fear of her father, her brother's, and her last name. But this guy was different. For some reason she didn't want to shove him away and kick his ass for even daring to touch her.

Vegeta slowly pulled away, smirking lightly as her lips sought his out again. She was a beauty. Still young and with more blossoming to do, but she was beautiful. They pulled away, breathing uneven.

Bulma blinked and caught a glimpse at a huge clock that was near the pool. Crap. Her brother's were probably looking for her. She looked back at the guy in front of her and just then noticed how close they had gotten.

Her hands were resting on his shoulders, and his were on her waist, pressing them closely together. “Who are you?” she whispered.

Vegeta opened his mouth to reply, but then they heard a voice calling for someone. Bulma's eyes widened ands he felt her heart speed up in fear. Her brother's were extremely overprotective and if they found her with this guy, they would probably do something bad to him.

“B-chan! B-chan! Where are you?”

She looked at the guy in front of him and smiled shyly. “I have to go,” she whispered before pressing a kiss to his lips for another sweet moment. Then she wrenched herself from his grasp and ran off. “Don't ditch class anymore!” she called.

“Hey, I didn't get your name!” Vegeta called, but she didn't hear him. She couldn't leave without him knowing at least her name. She was the one.

He ran after her, intent on finding out who she was. But she was gone into the crowd of people. He found that his father was arguing with his wife. “I will not harbor those sneaky criminals in here!” Mr. Vegeta was almost yelling.

“Veggie-weggie,” his wife was saying softly. “This is my party and anyone is welcome. I don't mind if those boys are here! Remember that this is my birthday and you can't ruin it!” she pleaded.

“What's going on?” Vegeta snapped as he approached his father and his wife.

Mr. Vegeta growled softly. “Bardock's devil spawn are here. I don't know how they got past security without an invitation,” he spat.

“Have you stopped to think that maybe they got an invitation from someone else, old man? These days you can do anything and get anything for the right amount of money,” Vegeta said slyly.

His father glared at him. “What are you doing out of your room boy? Are you over your mood swings already?” his father teased evilly.

“Never mind you. Where are those bastards? I'll kick them out myself,” Vegeta growled before taking off, ignoring his step mother's pleas to not do anything and let the people be.

He climbed the fancy staircase to see if he could see the girl or the Son's, but that was when Chichi and 17 intercepted him.

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“Where were you?” Goku snapped when he found Bulma. “Turles and Rad say that the Ouji's saw them and know we are here. We need to go before we're caught and we get into a lot of trouble,” he said as he took her hand and lead her towards the entrance.

“I was taking a look outside. Where are our brother's?” Bulma asked worriedly.

“Turles is getting the car, and I don't know what Raditz is doing. Probably causing trouble or something. Come on, and if they ask, we were together this whole while,” Goku said as he pulled her along.

Bulma pulled against his hold and turned to see if by any chance she spotted her knight. She wanted to see him at least one more time before going home. She spotted him on the staircase and gave him a sweet smile with a wave.

Goku apparently caught the gesture and stopped her. He followed her line of vision and his eyes widened and then narrowed. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” he growled softly.

“Nothing,” she said in a whiny tone, twisting her arm from his grasp and looking back at the guy she had met. She noticed that there was a girl and a guy with him. If she wasn't mistaken, the girl was Chichi Ouji and she was in her physics class. She was whispering something to the guy and his mouth opened slightly as he looked back at her.

“I asked you what the hell you were doing!” Goku growled. “That guy is Vegeta Ouji. Son of our father's mortal enemy!”

Bulma's face paled and her eyes widened like saucers. Her happy smile fell and she felt as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown on her while she was sleeping. “No,” she whispered in denial. “He can't be!”

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“Did you hear me? I asked what you were doing with Son Bulma,” Chichi snapped, her eyes narrowing.

“Son Bulma,” Vegeta repeated. She couldn't be. She was the daughter of his father's sworn enemy. And by the looks of it, she had just found out who he was too.

How the fates were laughing at them both.

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So? Did you guys like this Romeo & Juliet plot? I can honestly tell you that it will not be a tragedy, so don't stress about that. Our lovable Veggie is going to be slightly OOC, but you guys have seen and read how Romeo falls in love with Juliet and says all those corny verses to her, Vegeta will merely not be so mean to Bulma when they're together.

I couldn't fit all my characters in this one chapter, but they will all begin to appear and do more interaction in the chapters to come.

If you guys are the same readers from my other fics, thank you, and don't worry, I will not abandon `Sapphire Flame' for this fic. As for `Magnetized,' I've hit a writers block so I'm going to give it a rest for a few more weeks. Hopefully when I start again I will have more ideas to continue with it.

If there's any confusion, please state it or e-mail me and I will try to get back to you as soon as possible. If you don't e-mail, then I will reply in the next chapter. Thank you for taking the time to read my work and have a good weekend! If anyone else has finals, I hope you passed, and I hope to see what grades I have!

Byebye

!Joey!