Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Begin Again ❯ Decisions_&_Lunch ( Chapter 3 )

To Begin Again, Part 3: Decisions & Lunch

Disclaimer: No, don't own it. Wish I did. (God, these things are annoying)

*Store Showroom*

The two full blooded Saiyajins walked over to the others. Piccolo had decided on an eighteen hundreds Regency England style tuxedo*. A white crisp fine thread cotton shirt would be covered by a black woolen coat without tails . A white cravat would be tied at the throat for the groom while the rest of the men would have gray. At the tie's center there was to be a mother-of-pearl pin. A vest in the same color gray was added. The entire suit would be completed with black dress slacks with long creases down the outside.

'Great. Just great. He had to pick something with a tie.' Vegeta was not exactly thrilled with the choice; even though he to admit it would look good on all the men. Even the short formerly bald one. 'Kakarot will really look good in that. I suppose it won't be so bad.'

"So, what do you guys think?" Piccolo asked the returning two.

"Looks great, Piccolo. What's that weird looking tie thing called?" Goku was picturing Vegeta in the suit. 'His broad shoulders and dark hair would look oh so good with the black jacket. His slim waist and nice rear would be perfect in those pants.' Goku was almost drooling at this point.

"It's a cravat, Kakarot. Good choice, Namek." Vegeta looked to the tailor. The man was evidently happy about the great sale. "How soon can you have these ordered from the manufacturer?"

"I can put in the order right away. As soon as they come in I'll call you gentlemen to set up the fittings. You all don't need to be here at once. When ever you have the time. I'm sure we'll have them ready and pressed in time for the wedding." Macabee assured the flame haired man.

"Then order them. Since we're done for the day; we'll all be going for lunch." Vegeta dictated. The others were happy to also be getting a free meal.

*Cars And Shopping Bags*

As the Z team headed out the door Vegeta also told the tailor to call him about any problems. He then joined the others outside the store. Yamcha had gotten out a red four-seat capsule car. He, Tien, Choatzu and Krillin started to load their shopping bags into the trunk. Gohan also got out his own four-seat blue capsule car. The half-lings put a few bags each of clothes into its trunk. Piccolo had not purchased anything from the store's clerk like the others. He was busy looking through catalogs. They began to pile into the capsule cars. The four full-blooded earthlings to Yamcha's while Piccolo joined the half Saiyajins in Gohan's.

Vegeta noticed that Goku wasn't outside with the others. "Where's Kakarot? Didn't he come out with you guys?"

Gohan answered him while Piccolo got into the front passenger seat. Trunks and Goten were in the back seat. "Dad went back in cause he saw a shirt he really liked. He said he'd meet us at the restaurant. It's Dietrich's right?"

"Yes. I've already made reservations. They should have a table set up for us in their private dining room." Vegeta confirmed with the oldest Son boy.

"Alright then. Let's go guys!" Gohan got into his car as Yamcha drove off with the others in his. Krillin was up front with him while Tien and Chaotzu road in the back.

*Pushy Clerks*

The prince watched them drive off. He decided to wait for Kakarot. A few minutes went by and still no Goku. With a low growl Vegeta stepped back into the store. He found Goku trying to leave but the store clerk wanted to give him her phone number.

"Kakarot! What the hell are you doing? We have to get to the restaurant by one o'clock! There's only fifteen minutes left. You don't want the others to get all the food?" To say he was annoyed at the female's display of cleavage would be an understatement. Only a thin thread held his temper in check. One little snip and he'd blast the woman to other-world.

"Ah, Vegeta? A little help please?" Goku tried to tell the girl he wasn't interested, but she wouldn't listen.

"Stacey," the name from her tag proclaimed, "please give me my bag so I can leave." Goku was getting hungry again and his stomach made its protest at the delay.

"Not until I get your phone number or you take mine." Stacey was very persistent. 'The guy was totally hot. Like, who could blame her?' She showed off an ample bosom to the man.

'Pushy little bitch.' Vegeta was about to rip her head off. 'There she goes jutting her chest out again! This had better stop before I do some serious damage. But then Kakarot would be mad at me for killing some innocent earthling. Like that slut is innocent.' He was losing his temper fast. Vegeta tried to use what control he had left to get the woman to hand over Goku's purchase.

"Listen here, woman! We've got someplace to be in ten minutes! Now I suggest you give Kakarot his bag. I'm sure your boss would not like to hear that you are harassing a guest of a favorite client. Do you like the words 'unemployment line'?" He was beginning to growl at the woman.

Fearful of losing her job Stacey handed over the bag and his change with her phone number written on the sales slip's back to Goku. He gave a grateful smile to the older man. He stepped back as Vegeta further warned the sales clerk. "I suggest you watch how you treat your clients. If this ever happens again to anyone I bring in here I'm sure you won't like the consequences." A small blue ball of ki energy was glowing at the tip of Vegeta's right index finger.

Recognizing the destructive energy ball from the Cell Games; Stacey gulped and stared at the man. His eyes were even more frightening. They looked like those of a killer. One who wouldn't even bother to remember her name or anything about her. A killer without a conscience. Thoroughly scared, she nodded her answer to him. She could not verbalize her response.

*Yearning And Driving*

Having made sure the woman would never do anything of the like again Vegeta and Goku left the store. Vegeta got a capsule out of his right pocket. He clicked the button then tossed it to the street. Out came a puff of smoke. As the smoke cleared Goku saw one of the sportiest black cars he'd ever seen. It looked like one of those European models. A Porsche**, he believed.

"Wow, Vegeta! That's a really nice looking car. Is it fast?" Goku was impressed. The car had gray leather interior, chromium-plated aluminum hubs, and a twelve CD disk changer stereo system. There were only two seats.

"It'll have to be if we want to get to Dietrich's before the others eat all the food." Vegeta leaned the front passenger seat forward to show a cubby hole for purchases. Goku stored his bag away. With a push and lift on the seat Vegeta locked it back into place. He walked around to the drivers side as Goku got into the passenger seat.

Goku was looking forward to spending some alone time with Vegeta. He just hoped he didn't end up sounding like an idiot. He was still embarrassed about the pant thing. Goku coyly watched Vegeta get into the driver's seat. He couldn't help but stare as the older man buckled himself in with a five-point harness.

Just as Vegeta was about to start the car he noticed Kakarot wasn't buckled in. "Kakarot, buckle up. I'm not going anywhere if you don't put your seatbelt on."

"Ok, Vegeta." 'Oh wow, very conversational.' Goku tried to imitate the other's movements with his seatbelt; but he just ended up entangling the harness and clicking the clips into the wrong sleeves.

"Here let me do it." Vegeta slowly untangled and un-clipped the harness. When he was done he brought the sleeve section up between Goku's legs. Taking the strap from over Goku's right shoulder he pulled it down till it was aligned with it's buckle slot. He drove it in with a click. Vegeta then did the same with the left shoulder strap and the two from the waist area. Soon he was finished and Kakarot was safely buckled in.

"Now, let's get some lunch." With that; Vegeta started the car. As music by Disturbed*** blared out of the speakers Vegeta peeled out of the parking spot and into traffic. With skill he maneuvered the car in and out of slow and fast moving lanes. Within five minutes they were taking the exit to the street where the restaurant was located.

Goku's head was reeling. The close proximity with Vegeta caused his heart rate to skyrocket. The scent of his cologne was so subtle yet it fit him so well. It smelled of wind and seawater. He wished for just one small kiss or caress from the older male. 'Like Shenron will grant that kind of wish.' He almost groaned at the lost heat when Vegeta started the car.

'Concentrate on driving. Don't think of how good Kakarot smells. Like soap and mango scented shampoo.' A slight ache in his groin let him know how close he was to kissing the innocent Saiyajin next to him. 'In-no-cent! Remember that, you baka! Kakarot is off limits. He's too damn good for you. You'll just ruin his life. Look what you nearly did to Bulma.' No way would he ever put someone through that kind of pain again. Especially Kakarot.

*The Restaurant*

Before long the car was slowing to a stop in front of a well known multi-ethnic restaurant.

"Kakarot, do you think you can unbuckle yourself?" Vegeta wasn't about to take any chances with being so close to the other again. He turned off the car.

"Yeah, I think so." Goku proceeds to un-click the harness straps the same way Vegeta was.

Vegeta re-capsulized the car after they got out of it. He placed the capsule back into his pocket and they both walked into the restaurant.

The hostess recognized the shorter man instantly. Vegeta often brought Capsule Corporation clients there for business lunches and dinners. He had informed the manager that today he would be bringing several guests along with his son and Son Goten and two others with the same enormous appetite. The chefs knew well of the man's colossal stomach. Having five customers of the like would be a challenge. One that they were looking forward to.

She greeted the two men and then showed them to the private dining room. The other Z warriors were busy eating, talking and laughing. The long table was laden with bowls of steamed and fried rice, ramen noodles, saute vegetables and meats, roasted pork, dumplings, rolls with butter, and lastly pizzas with various toppings. Pitchers of beer, water, sodas and milk were interspersed among the platters of food.

There was an empty seat at one end of the table with another one empty on its right side. Trunks was seated in the left one with Goten next to him. From him on around the long table was seated Krillin and Yamcha. At the other end was Chaotzu in a buster seat then back around from him to the left side was Tien then Piccolo. Gohan was sitting next to the empty chair at the corner. Goku took that seat as Vegeta took the other one at the table's end. Soon all ten men were eating their fill.

Goku had gotten enough food to slow down and talk with the others while he ate. Seeing his old friends brought back a lot of memories. Some were of recent health problems that had been miraculously cured. They believed somehow someone made wishes to Shenron in order to keep the Z warriors and their families healthy; since they all looked in their primes at around thirty years in age. "Glad to see you're doing well, Krillin. Are you going to the doctors to make sure the cancer doesn't come back?"

"Yeah, Goku. 18 would have a fit if I didn't go. And since Marron is an internist at West City Central Medical, I've got to keep her informed. The doctors are still trying to figure out how I got well so quickly. One day I was nearly dying and the next I felt young enough to train the way we used to when we were kids. It felt like I was born again or something." Krillin was alright with talking about those terrifying months two years ago now that he was healthier than ever.

*Remembered Dread*

Two years ago Krillin had started to suffer from severe abdominal aches. There had been some blood in his urine and fecal matter. Fearing the worst his friends and family made him see a specialist. Tests had all come back positive. Krillin had stomach cancer. The doctors also determined that it was there for years and also the cause of his shortness. It had spread into the colon and pancreas. It was even starting to encroach upon the intestines.

They had realized too late that Krillin didn't have much time left to live. Bulma had his whole family move into Capsule Corp while she had a hospice unit set up for him in the giant building's medical ward. Day by day he started to waste away. He had many visitors and tried his best to keep a cheerful facade.

Goku was the most visually optimistic. He reasoned that Shenron could bring him back to good health. So, he borrowed Bulma's Dragon Radar and went out to hunt the dragon balls down. When he was able to ask his wish to the dragon, it could not be granted. Cancer was under the heading of a natural cause of death. Shenron could not revive those that died of natural circumstances. Heart broken that his best friend couldn't be saved, Goku had to inform the others of the news.

Goku felt horrible that he wasn't able to save his best friend. Krillin reassured him that he did his best like he had always done. Weeks and months went on as Krillin got worse. Goku was at his bed side one night. 18 was finally getting some sleep after staying up with her husband for over twenty-four hours straight without rest. Witnessing the hollowness of Krillin's face and hearing the shallow breathing Goku broke down and cried. It was like the time he did when he fought his dead Grandpa Gohan so Baba would tell him the whereabouts of the last dragon ball for Uppa's father.

Vegeta had sensed his upset ki and went to investigate. Seeing the man he loved broken and crying over his dying friend overwrote all of his inbuilt boundaries. Goku felt the multi-colored swirling aura behind him. Seeing the rock of strength Vegeta represented to him, Goku wrapped his arms around the muscular waist and cried even harder against his stomach.

The sobbing quieted after several minutes. Only a shaking body clung to him for comfort. Vegeta knew he had to do something. Kakarot could not lose someone he thought of as family. He would be broken hearted. Vegeta could not bare to see the light fade from those expressive eyes. When Goku had stopped and fallen asleep; Vegeta took him to a different room and put him to bed. When Vegeta was done he went to stay with Krillin for the rest of the night until one of the others came to watch over the short warrior.

That whole night as he watched the human fighting for every breath, Vegeta racked his brain for ideas on how to reverse the cancer. 'Too bad he's not a Saiyajin. We don't get cancer. The only illness I've ever seen a Saiyajin get was that heart virus Kakarot got. And that was because he was born third class. Only first class and above have the strongest immune systems. And yet, all Saiyajin immunities are stronger than most other sentient beings. Hm. There might be something there.'

He thought about it more and realized the perfect solution. Just wish for Krillin to have a Saiyajin's immunity. 'But what about the others? Kakarot would be just as upset if he lost any of them, too. So it can't be just the former monk ;it's got to be for the others also. But Saiyajins live longer, too. Much longer. The oldest to live before dying in battle was almost eight hundred-years-old. They'd also have to have the natural life spans of us, too.' Thinking it through more; Vegeta had two wishes that would insure the Z warriors would be around for a long time. 'Wish number one: All of the Z warriors and their families to have Saiyajin immunities. Wish number two: All of them to also live a full-blooded Saiyajin's natural life span.'

When morning came and Chaotzu came to take up the vigil; Vegeta snuck out with the Dragon Radar and some provisions. He set out to get the magical balls as quickly as possible. Within two days he had a backpack filled with all seven. Luckily none of the others found out what he was doing while he called forth Shenron.

"Shenron! Arise and grant my two wishes!" The gigantic green serpentine dragon emerged into the star studded night sky.

"Ah, Vegeta. Prince of all Saiyajins. What are your two wishes?" Boomed the voice from its pointy teethed mouth.

Vegeta made his first wish. He held his breath while he waited to see if it would be granted. The dragon's eyes glowed as it pronounced, "It shall be done."

He sighed as relief flooded through him. 'One wish down; now onto number two.' Vegeta made his second wish. He waited again before the dragon decided to grant that as well. "It is done. Now I shall return to my slumber." With that, the dragon retreated back into the balls before they lifted into the sky and shot off into several different directions.

Vegeta was shocked that it had worked. He slumped down onto the ground. His body shook as it relieved tension he had no idea was there. Suddenly a voice was in his head. It was Dende asking him to come to Kame's Lookout. 'Guess I should go see what the little God wants.' Vegeta then flew into the air and blasted off to the lookout.

*Back To The Present*

The others had to agree. They were also healthier. "Yeah. When we went to Dende to find out what was going on he just said that all the Z warriors would live longer and not get sick. He didn't say how though." Yamcha was conferring the known facts to the group.

Piccolo also went on, "I asked him if someone had used the dragon balls to make some wishes. All he said was: 'that information is private and not to inquire further.' I think somebody made some wishes to Shenron. Just don't know who. And what they were."

The rest began to speculate about that as the Saiyajins were still eating away. Vegeta had made sure the young Namek wouldn't say anything about what he did that night. He threatened to destroy the lookout if he did.

"Well, I'm just glad you're ok now, Krillin." Goku said in-between bites of ramen.

"Thanks, bro. I know I could always count on you." Krillin smiled at his best friend. "I just wonder how much longer lives we will have. Dende never said."

"And he won't, either." Piccolo bemoaned the tight lip of the younger Namek.

"That just means more girls to date. Right, guys?" Yamcha asked with a chuckle.

"Yamcha!" Tien and Chaotzu threw their napkins at him. They didn't want to upset the Saiyajins by throwing food.

"Since Bulma no longer needs to take her heart medication; I think our families will be healthier, too." Piccolo commented.

Tien agreed, "Yeah, and we all look the way we did thirty years ago."

"Weren't we wished to have longer lives? Then how come we don't look like Master Roshi? Just staying the same age in looks instead of looking younger?" Chaotzu asked.

"You're right, Chaotzu. Before we looked our ages. Now we're in our primes again. I don't get it." Krillin was just as confused as the others.

"The only ones that didn't look their ages were Goku and Vegeta. They look the same since Cell. Only a little more buff." Yamcha speculated.

The humans and Namekian looked at the two older Saiyajins. "Uh, Goku? I thought Shenron didn't grant your wishes?" Krillin hedged the question.

Goku looked up at them. They all seemed to be drilling holes in him. "He didn't, guys. I asked him to make Krillin better; but it didn't work. Then I asked him for a cure; and that didn't work. He said to try again. So I asked him to wish away the cancer. It didn't work either." He started to get sad at what happened that day. "I couldn't think of any other wishes. And since it was a natural cause you were dying from; we couldn't wish you back. So, Shenron said to make the right wishes in four months. Then he went back into the balls; and then they scattered."

"You don't know who made the other wishes?" Yamcha asked him.

"Nope. But they must have been the right ones." Goku was just as curios about who it was as the others.

They asked the semi-saiyajins. They didn't have a clue either. No one except Goku posed the question to Vegeta. They didn't think he knew nor cared. "Vegeta, do you know who made the wishes?"

"Why would I care what happens to an Earthling?" Vegeta asked incredulously.

"I guess you don't know then." Goku was a little hurt that Vegeta still held animosity toward his human friends. He had hoped they would get along better and even become friends.

"Jeesh, Vegeta! You'd think the stick would have come out by now." Yamcha stupidly egged on Vegeta. When Goku was around; the others felt it was safe to antagonize the prince.

"What the hell are you talking about? What stick?" Vegeta nearly yelled at them. They just laughed. Sometimes Vegeta was as clueless about Earth terminology as Goku.

The Saiyajin no Ouji was about to rise from his chair and throttle the fools. Luckily for them Goku stopped him. "Come on, Vegeta. Lighten up. Ok? Please?" He knew what they meant. If Vegeta found out; Yamcha would be dead.

When they were younger, Bulma had gotten mad at Krillin one time. He said to her to take the stick out of her butt. That made her even madder. She wacked him on top of his bald head. Goku didn't understand. Bulma didn't have a stick in her butt. He asked Krillin what he was talking about. His friend explained that it just meant not to be so uptight all the time. Bulma sure was uptight a lot; and then he understood it.

He had to chuckle to himself. Vegeta didn't know some stuff, too. It felt good knowing there was someone else that didn't get the human terms either. He didn't feel so alone when Vegeta was around.

As Trunks tried to lift a slice of vegetarian pizza**** from his father's plate it got Vegeta's attention. Forgetting the others he grabbed his son's wrist and made it clear to stick to his own plate.

"Ah, dad. It's just that you weren't touching it. And there isn't any more." He tried to give his father the pleading look he picked up from Goten. It didn't work.

"Forget it, boy. Eat something else." With that; Vegeta starting chewing the argued over slice in front of his son.

Trunks pouted just a bit before Goten gave him part of his. Trunks gave his lover a grateful smile before biting into the offered slice. Goten and he often took care of and looked out for each other.

Vegeta wasn't surprised at the gift giving of food. Mates would often share food and kills with the other. Apparently the mating instincts were strong between them. 'They would have a deep bond if they went through the rituals. Maybe they would be able to conceive.'

The group continued their meal and conversation varied on a multitude of topics. Desserts were brought in when all the savory dishes had been finished. Triple Chocolate Fudge Layer Cake was the first to be distributed. Along with French Vanilla Bean Ice Cream and caramel sauce.

When ever the Son family would visit C.C., Mrs. Briefs would make sure to have Goku's favorite dessert from a local bakery. Vegeta had Dietrich's order the cake just for him. He was looking forward to the lemon meringue pie the restaurant made.

"Hm yum. My favorite." Goku had three slices of the rich confection. Along with four glasses of milk.

Vegeta finished his slice and had a large portion of the pie. Shaking his head no to offers of sauces and more ice cream; he dug into his own preferred sweet.

Before long the humans had eaten all they could. Piccolo even had some ramen and ice cream with sauce. His water glass was filled several times. It took awhile longer for the Saiyajins to finish their's. Even with having eaten half of a six foot sub each; Vegeta and Goku still were the last to be done. When they were all finished the guys started talking about what they would be doing the rest of the day.

"Eighteen and I'll be visiting Marron tonight. She's finally got a night off from the hospital. What are you guys doing?" Krillin started the conversation.

"I've got a date with Cindy from the team manager's consulting firm. She's one major hot blonde with a great body. You guys know what I mean." Yamcha held his hands cupped a few inches in front his chest. He gave them all a sly grin.

The others shock their heads at Yamcha's notorious philandering. Tien and Chaotzu would be heading back to the tiny Emperor's mountainous land.

Piccolo would be at Cap Corp with Bulma. Sure she would be asking how the day went. He got a warning glare from Vegeta. He knew what it meant. 'Don't say anything about Goten and Trunk's relationship. That is for them to announce.' He gave the prince a slight nod in acquiescence.

Gohan had night classes to teach. His tenure at the university would be up for renewal after the term was over. He wanted to give a good impression to the dean.

Vegeta, Trunks and Goten had taken the day off. They believed that C.C. would be alright without them; since Bulma took control at the office for the day. Goku was free to do as he pleased.

Trunks and Goten began to debate about what to do later. Trunks wanted to go to the park while Goten wanted to visit the beach. They all started to get up after each left a few dollars for a tip. As they walked out the sound of the two semi-saiyajins arguing could be heard.

Vegeta went to pay the bill. Goku stood outside with Gohan saying good-bye to their longtime friends. Orders to call and set up a time to hangout where bandied back and forth. Father and son watched and waved as the humans and Namekian either drove off or flew away.

Gohan was about to get out his capsule car when his father asked him if he needed the clothes back yet. "No, dad. That's ok, keep them for now. Panny will wonder where the shirt went; but don't worry. She knows you don't have much clothes to choose from."

Goku felt bad at the unintended slight. He knew he didn't have much. Even his son had to lend him clothes. He got that sub for free. Then lunch and now this. 'No wonder ChiChi was mad at me for never getting a job. I feel like a moocher.' He decided to look for some jobs later. He wanted to prove there was more to him than fighting. 'Look at Vegeta. He could run Capsule Corp blindfolded. Even a country if he wanted.' He mentally admired the handsome Saiyajin elder for a few minutes before his eldest son brought him back to the present.

"Dad? I need to get going now. But I hope we can get together sometime soon. Just the two of us. Ok with you?" Gohan missed his father at times. How his dad could get him to laugh and loosen up. He clicked the capsule and his blue car re-appeared. Gohan made sure to remove Goten and Trunks' purchases and place them on the sidewalk.

"That sounds great, Gohan! I've missed seeing you alot. But I knew how busy you were. The two of us spending a day together is a good idea. Whenever you can get a free day let me know. We'll go anywhere you want. Ok?" Goku was very enthusiastic about the plan.

"Ok then. Say bye to the others for me. See you later!" Gohan hugged his father quickly before he got in his car and drove off.

'Left alone again. Is this the story of my life? Either I keep leaving them or they leave me. I just

want someone for me. Is that so much to ask for? Don't I deserve just a little bit of true happiness? Dende, how I hate this feeling.' He held his smiling mask in place as he watched his eldest son drive away. When it was out of sight it fell. With a deep frown Goku stuck his hands down the jean's pockets. He lowered his head and started to stare at the crack patterns in the sidewalk.

Vegeta soon stepped out followed by the lovers. He quickly noticed the posture of his taller counterpart. Sensing the other was lonely he stepped up next to Goku.

Goku felt the familiar strong presence of the prince. He lifted his head to see Vegeta standing next to him looking ahead. No judgmental look or derisive sneer. He just stood there. It felt wonderful. He didn't have to wear his mask around Vegeta. Not after the Potara fusion.

§Author Notes§

*: There was a DBZ fan site around not too long ago. Called "Devils and Angels" I think. They had a great fan pic of Vegeta in that style of suit. Very hot. I've got the pic in my photos file.

**: The Porsche car kind of seems to fit Vegeta. I think it would be one of the new models or one of their classics. And please don't sue me for using the car in this fic, Porsche folks.

***: Disturbed. Also fits Vegeta. LOL. Sorry. Their music is used in a lot of the movies; at least the FUNimation redoes. So, I added them to this fic. Besides, I love them. And please don't sue me either!

****: There is a local pizza restaurant chain that has a great vegetarian pizza. It has mushrooms, red onions, broccoli, sliced tomatoes and eggplant Parmesan style. Oh so good.

Did I just make anybody else out there hungry? Better leave my Girl Scouts® Samoas® cookies alone before I eat them all. And the cake! God, did that sound good!

Lemon meringue is my favorite pie.

And did anybody else notice that Vegeta ignored the obvious fact that Goku wants to mate with him? In chapter 2 he shared his sandwich with Vegeta. And in this chapter Vegeta mentally noted on how good of a mated pair Goten and Trunks would be. Since Goten shared his food with Trunks it displayed instinctive Saiyajin mating habits.

And if I'm wrong? So what! It's all fiction!

11 pages! My poor keyboard will be killed by the end of this fic. Guess I'll just have to get a new one. (Sigh)

Oh yeah, you don't have to review the fic. It's just nice to hear from people who like it. Even those that don't. And I'll really appreciate the feed back. But no pressure!

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