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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement. I make no money and/or profit off any of this.

Chapter 4

It took the Saiyans a week to make it back to Vegeta-sei. The whole time, Vegeta trained vigorously in the ships small training room. He had to get the Blue-haired Woman out of his head. No matter how hard he trained or how viciously he pounded his three companions into a pulp, he couldn't forget about her. It was driving him crazy! And it didn't go unnoticed by his companions, which aggravated him even more. He knew they were smirking at him behind his back.

After a particularly intense session, Raditz carried Nappa to a regeneration tank in the next room. "That's enough for today." Vegeta said, wiping the larger Saiyan's blood from his arms and chest. Raditz exhaled in relief. He didn't feel like being on the receiving end of the Prince's rage today.

"It's the girl, isn’t it?" Kakarott asked with a knowing grin, following him out of the training room.

"What are you talking about, clown?" Vegeta growled, still wiping himself off in the washroom.

"You liked the blue-haired girl from the other night and now you can't get her out of your head." Kakarott said, still grinning.

"Don't be ridiculous." Vegeta said, rolling his eyes.

"Then why have you been so uptight since that night?" He pressed.

"I haven't been up tight. I just need to train. Nothing I do is good enough. I need to figure out how to increase my strength." Vegeta said, looking at himself in the mirror. Nappa hadn't even left a mark on him.

"It's okay to admit that you liked her. I won't tell the others." Kakarott said, leaning against the wall.

"Well that's comforting to know, Kakrott because there is nothing to tell!" Vegeta bellowed, walking into a change stall to change out of his torn training clothes. "I went to a tavern with you three imbeciles, Raditz thought he would be funny and send me away with one of the wenches that work there. Since he had already paid for her, I had little choice but to go with her. I then spent the evening drinking and talking with her because I wasn't in the mood for any of your company and loud music. It seemed like the more desirable option at the time. After an evening of drinks and mundane conversation, I left. I will not deny I didn't find her attractive, but even so, I can assure you, I haven't given her any thought since I left. There. Are you happy now?" Vegeta said, exiting the stall and slamming the door behind him.

"Okay! I'm sorry! I just thought that maybe she had struck a chord with you. You have been acting a bit off since that evening is all. I meant no harm." Kakarott said, shaking his head at his stubborn Prince.

"I'm fine," Vegeta snapped. "Just anxious to get back home."

"Right. Me as well." Kakarott agreed. "Alright, well, just…"

"What." Vegeta growled, grabbing a towel and glaring at the younger Saiyan.

"It's nothing. But if you decide you want to go back and visit her again, let me know. I'll be more than happy to come with you," Kakarott said quickly, not liking the look his Prince was giving him.

"I will not be returning, Kakarott!" Vegeta said, glaring at him. "Why would I?"

"The food was really good, Vegeta! And then you could see the blue-haired girl again. What was her name again?"

"Bulma."

"Right. I could get some food again and you could see Bulma again." Kakarott said, grinning again.

"Hmmn." Vegeta growled. "And what makes you think I even want to go back and see her?" He sneered, getting very tired of this conversation. He just wanted to be left alone. Was that so much to ask? In truth, he had thought many times of turning the ship around and returning to the tavern. Blowing it up and taking the Woman back with him. But why? Whydid she even matter to him? It wasn't his problem her planet was destroyed and now she had to work at a tavern dancing for men as a slave. She was brilliant though, he thought. That's why. She could be put to much greater use to help us improve our technology and finally rid ourselves of those damn Ice-jin if she could do even half of what she claimed she could, he reasoned to himself. That had to be it.

"Awe, come on, Vegeta," Kakarott whined. "I can tell you really liked her! You may be able to convince yourself of that, but you can't convince me. Or you need to do a much better job of it. I know you better than anyone."

"Hmmn." Was Vegeta's only reply. He hated that the younger Saiyan knew him so well. It wasn't proper.

"Plus she seemed really nice. Like not what you usually find in places like that. Not to mention gorgeous." Kakarott said, listing off the qualities he had noticed in his brief encounter with her. He didn't know why, but he had a good feeling about her.

"Enough." Vegeta growled. "We won't be going back and that is final!"

Kakarott rolled his eyes. Why does he always have to be so stubborn?

"You forget your place. I am a Prince. What use would I have with a tavern wench?"

Kanarott looked down. He didn't have a reply. Vegeta was right. Even if he did like her, they would never have a chance at a future together. Still, he couldn't help but feel bad for his Prince. Sure he met tons of women everywhere he went. He had his choice of any of the Saiyan women on their planet. Yet he had never seen his Prince show any interest in a single one. Ever. And the girl that his father had chosen for him, Asia, was terrible! Sure she was beautiful, but that was where her positive qualities began and abruptly ended. Kakarott couldn't stand her. So much so, he didn't even hide his dislike for her from his Prince. He just really hoped he could find a way to reason with his father and not end up stuck with her.

"Exactly!" Vegeta barked. "Now this will be the last I hear of it, understand?"

"Yes, your highness." Kakarott said, knowing he had overstepped his place.

"Good," Vegeta said, leaving the washroom and heading to his own private quarters to shower. "Get ready. We will be landing in two hours."

Kakarott sighed and shook his head after Vegeta left. He knew he was right about the Prince's feelings. He'd never seen him react to a woman like that before. Well, once before but that was many years ago and had ended terribly and he didn't even want to think about that situation.

Kakarott smirked to himself. Well, when you decide to admit your feelings to yourself, Vegeta, I'll be ready to go with you!

Vegeta stepped into the shower and turned the water up as hot as it could go to relieve some of the tension he was feeling. Why couldn't he get the damn woman out of his head?! He couldn't believe that he was making it that obvious to everyone around him too. Damn that Kakarott! He thinks he knows everything about me when he doesn't know anything at all! I couldn't go back for the Woman even if I wanted to.

He stepped out of the shower and used his ki to dry himself off. He chose a black spandex training suit to wear underneath his royal armor. He wasn't going to be so weak as to let the Woman enter his thoughts any more. Once he stepped foot on his home planet, that would be that.

Two hours later…

Vegeta stepped off the ship and onto his home planet of Vegeta-sai. As corny as it sounded, there was no place like home.

He was greeted by his father, an entourage of several elders and that annoying wench, Asia, that his father insisted on bringing with him everywhere. Vegeta growled inwardly at the sight of her. He really didn't feel like dealing with her right now.

"Father," he greeted, bowing to the king.

"My son! Rise." The king said, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Congratulations on a successful mission! And in such an efficient time manor as well." King Vegeta looked exactly like his son, only was quite a lot taller and had a goatee. He carried himself in the same manner that radiated confidence, just like his son.

"I could not have done it without my superior team," Vegeta said, gesturing towards Nappa, Raditz and Kakarott who all stood behind their prince.

"What an excellent team the four of you make. I'll have to remember to send the four of you together more often," the king said, acknowledging the three Saiyan soldiers behind his son. "Come along, my Son! We have much to discuss. There have been many developments since you left on this last mission; and we haven't much time. I arranged a banquet for this evening to celebrate your return."

"Alright, father." Vegeta said, nodding. He followed his father along off the dock. He nodded to the few elders that had accompanied his father and completely ignored Asia.

They made it into the king's council room. It was huge, spaceous room with minimal decorations and had a long table. The king took his seat at the end; Vegeta sat next to him on his right. He rolled his eyes as he noticed that Asia took a seat next to him on his right as well. What the hell? He growled to himself.

"Why is she here?" he asked his father quietly.

"She is going to be queen one day, therefore she needs to learn how everything is done. Someone will need to rule in your place while you are out on missions." his father said, dismissing his son's obvious distaste of her presence.

Vegeta sighed, heavily. He wasn't sure how he was going to get out of this one. "It's so nice to see you made it back safely, your Highness." Asia gushed, putting a hand on his forearm.

Vegeta quickly pulled his arm away from her hand and scowled at her. How dare she touch me! He seethed inwardly. "Of course I made it back safely." He growled.

Stung by his actions and harsh reply, Asia said nothing. She had been trying for over a year now to win over the Prince; and it seemed impossible. He was impossible. She was always done and dressed up in her best in his presence always, behaved the way a proper queen should behave; and yet she still got nowhere with him. It frustrated her to no end! So her second plan of action was to attach herself to the king and gain as much favor in his eyes as she could so that when the time came, Prince Vegeta would have no other choice but to choose her!

Asia couldn't understand for the life of her why he wouldn't want to choose her anyway. She was strong and beautiful. Her father was one of the kingss top advisors, so he wouldn't even have to go through the hassle of getting approval from the council for his choice of mate. She knew she was a good catch. She could choose any of the Saiyan Elites she wanted and any of them would have been honored to have her as their mate. But she didn't want a Saiyan Elite. She wanted Prince Vegeta. Who could blame her? Not only was he the Prince of one of the strongest and richest empires in the galaxy, he was also one of the strongest as well and not to mention absolutely gorgeous! What girl wouldn't dream of being with him?

As for any potential competition, Asia had started rumors around the planet that she and Vegeta were secretly engaged. None of the other available girls had even tried to compete with her for the Prince's affections after that. She was, after all, one of the strongest female warriors Vegeta-sei had to offer. Who was going to stand up to her? She knew it was unwise to start rumors, but she didn't care. In her mind, this was already a done deal. She would be Vegeta's mate and crowned queen and she'd be damned if she'd let some other girl come along and take him away from her. He just needed more time and convincing is all. She wasn't giving up on him any time soon.

Vegeta's rough and gravelly voice brought Asia out of her thoughts.

"Yes, Father. The only source we found on that planet that could be used for our advantage was a sort of unique, flexible steel alloy that I've never seen before," Vegeta explained. "It seems very strong. It looks like it could possibly be used to make stronger ships. Being that it is strong and yet thin, and quite malleable, it could be used for many other things as well. I salvaged as much as I could to bring back for further examination and inquiry. We then purged all life and left the planet standing just in case this discovery does turn out to be something we could use to our advantage. If not we can always go back and destroy the planet. It's vacant of any life anyway; just a sitting rock."

"Very good, my son!" the King said, proudly. Many of the elders nodded as well. "You'll have to retrieve your findings later on this evening and bring it to the science wing. Bardock will be very fond of this new discovery and will decide if it can be utilized or not. Now for the matter of transporting the new weapons and ships to the planet Alger," the King started on a new subject. "That is going to be a problem. We have mass volume and need to transport everything over there without too much detection. Lord Frieza will be here in a month or so. We cannot have him know how much our weapons department has grown."

"Hmmn." Vegeta grunted to himself. That woman had a perfect solution to that. Go figure. Maybe I should have turned around and blown up that tavern and brought her back after all, Vegeta thought to himself with a slight smirk.

"Do you have a solution for this, my son?" The king asked, noticing Vegeta's slight change in demeanor.

"No, sir. Nothing to speak of as of now." He said, annoyed that he'd let the thoughts of the blue-haired woman return to him and distract him yet again!

"Are you certain?" The king asked, raising an eyebrow. He could read his son very well and knew that he wasn't telling him something.

"Well, there may be something we came across on our journey home, but at this point its unfounded and premature to even discuss in a council meeting. I'll speak with Bardock personally when I deliver that alloy to his lab." Vegeta said, not knowing if he should let them in on Bulma's capsulation theory just yet or not. What if it wasn't true and he just sounded like an idiot?

"Hmmm. Very well then," the king nodded, satisfied with his son's answer. "Do not delay on this though. We need to get a move on storing those weapons elsewhere before Frieza gets suspicious."

"Why is Frieza coming here, anyway?" Vegeta growled. He hated the Ice-jin emperor with a passion. Once he trained his hardest and ascended to the Legedary, he would wipe out that horrible lizard and his whole damn race.

"I'm not sure. I only know it has something to do with you." The king replied.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I am not going back into service with him. I have too many things to attend to here."

The king nodded, knowing how much his son loathed the lizard emperor. When Vegeta had been ten years old, he had agreed to let Frieza take him away as a protégé to teach him how to rule. The idea being for Vegeta to learn what the king himself could not teach him in hopes of finding a way to destroy the lizard emperor all together and free the Saiyan empire for once and for all. Then the Saiyans could rule as the strongest in the galaxy as was meant to be. It had seemed a good idea at the time. The king wasn't sure what the Ice-jin emperor had put his son through, but when Vegeta returned seven years later, he was changed into the cold, hard young man that sat beside him today.

The king had tried many times to talk to his Son and find out what had happened. He had heard rumors of the things he had endured while under Frieza's service. He just didn't know if they were true or not; and Vegeta would never give anything away, even two years later. Bitter and angry, the only thing his son obsessed about was training to achieve his birthright of Legendary. The king kept sending his Son out on purging missions in hopes that he could come to terms with his hated and anger that way, but nothing seemed to work.

King Vegeta regretted many times sending his only son away. Bardock's youngest son, Kakarott had been sent away as well to accompany Vegeta on his service. Yet he returned unchanged for the most part. His strength was astounding for this rank, but he still seemed like the strange, gentle, care-free boy he was when he had left. Unlike his son who had turned bitter and angry. The king had asked Bardock on several occasions if he knew anything that had went on with the two boys, but never got a straight answer from him he either didn't know or didn't want to tell the king, knowing that if he revealed too much, it could be to the young prince's embarrassment. So he just hoped that his son might open up one day to him and let him in on what had actually happened.

"Yes, that is true," the king said, glad that his son was taking an interest inroyal politics and matters. "And there is still the matter of you taking a mate."

"I will not discuss that right now, Father." Vegeta said, getting up to leave.

"Well, it needs to be discussed, my son." The king objected.

"I have training to do. We shall discuss it at a later time." Vegeta said, exiting the council room.

The king shook his head with a heavy sigh. "Very well, but we shall discuss it later on today." He didn't know what his son's objection to Asia was. She was beautiful, smart and impressively strong for a Saiyan female. The potential strength possibilities of any offspring they would produce would be advantageous enough that this union was an excellent choice. He had tried many times to talk some sense into his son, but got nowhere.

Asia looked at the King questioningly. The king nodded at her and so she left the room in pursuit of the prince. Maybe she could talk to him and get him to see things her way.

"Vegeta!" Asia called out to him, jogging down the hall way to catch up with the Prince's speedy stride.

Vegeta growled and rolled his eyes. She was the last person he felt like conversing with. All he wanted to do was pound someone or something into a pulp. "What do you want?" He barked at her, not glancing up to even acknowledge that she was now walking beside him.

"I was just thinking that maybe we could spend some time together. You have been gone almost a month." Asia said, hopefully. She so badly wanted him to reciprocate her feelings. "I missed you."

"And why would I want to spend the rest of my afternoon with you?" Vegeta barked back.

"Well, seeing as we are going to be mates soon, I think it's in our best interest to get to know each other better and-" Asia started to explain but was cut off when Vegeta grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her up against the nearest wall.

"Get one thing straight. I do not want to have this conversation again. I do not want, need or have interest in having a mate. But when I do, I can assure you that it will not be you," Vegeta said dangerously through gritted teeth, looking her in the eye. "Do you understand?" he yelled, shaking her to further emphasize his point.

"But, your highness," Asia persisted.

"It will never happen. Find another." Vegeta snapped, letting her go. "Now leave me alone. Go find someone else to irritate." He said, spinning on his heel and leaving her alone in the hall way. He was hoping to have a quick training session in before having to report to Bardock about his findings on that planet. He also wanted to run by him the technology the Blue-haired Woman had mentioned to him. If anyone could figure out a way to replicate it, it would be Bardock. He was respected as the most intelligent Saiyan and scientist on the whole planet.

Asia stood in the hall way rubbing her shoulders where Vegeta had grabbed her. What is his issue with me? She asked herself, trying to fight back tears of rejection. There had to be a way to win him over. There just had to be. She wasn't going to give up. This just meant that she'd be have to start being a little more manipulative. That's all.

She quickly pulled herself together. She wasn't going to cry over his latest of repeated rejections. Maybe he was only making this more of a challenge for me to make sure I'm actually worthy of his affections? She thought to herself, regaining some of her lost confidence return with the old adage that best things in life never came easily, right? She could do this. Asia decided to change her clothes to something more flattering for this evening's banquet. There was still enough time in the day to have something made last minute. Yes, she was going to have the most jaw dropping and beautiful dress made that would force Vegeta to notice her once and for all. She smirked at her idea and then headed off in the direction of the many fine tailors the palace had to offer.

After a very brief and unsatisfying sparring session, Vegeta left the training area to go find Bardock, give him the alloy and bounce some ideas off of him.

He walked into the science wing and into Bardocks lab to find the older Saiyan studiously looking into a microscope at something or other. The older Saiyan was always at work; something Vegeta respected highly. He respected the older Saiyan's dedication to his craft. Vegeta felt the same way, only towards training. Bardock practically lived in the science wing. It took Vegeta years before he even met the older Saiyan's mate. He had assumed for the longest time that either she had passed or he hadn't had one. But no, she lived outside the palace far away from the capital for whatever reason. Vegeta could never be bothered to find out why. He just knew that she only showed up at the palace for special occasions.

"Your Highness," Bardock greeted, not looking up from his microscope. "How was your mission?"

"It went well," Vegeta replied, standing next to the older Saiyan. "Quite fruitful, actually," he said, placing the alloy metal, wrapped up in cloth on to the table.

"What have you brought back for me to examine this time?" Bardock asked in an amused tone, raising an eyebrow and pushing his microscope away. He needed a break from that anyway.

"It's some kind of flexible steel alloy," Vegeta explained as the older Saiyan unwrapped it and began examining it immediately. "It seems to be incredibly strong, despite the fact that it's flexible and extremely light weight. I thought that maybe it could be used to build lighter, stronger and possibly faster ships."

"Hmmn." Bardock replied, looking at the sample Vegeta had salvaged. "This could be interesting. Do you have more?"

"Yes, it's still in my ship in the storage compartment." Vegeta replied.

"I will have someone retrieve it later on, your highness. And I will perform some tests right away. Is there a way to obtain anymore if this proves to be useful?"

"Yes. I didn't purge the entire planet; only its inhabitants. The planet seems to have tons of it. If it proves to be useless, I will return and destroy the rest of the planet."

"Well, you may have found something that may yield some good things, my Prince. Good work." Bardock replied. "I trust my sons were of help to you on this mission as well?"

"Of course." Vegeta replied. He always envied how proud of his sons Bardock was. He knew his father was proud of him, but he never acknowledged that fact unless it was in front of his peers. He wished his father would say something to him one day; at least once. That would make him happy. Vegeta dismissed the thought and stood watching Bardock continue to examine the unique metal he had brought back.

"Is there anything else you'd like to discuss, your highness?" Bardock asked, sensing that there was something else the younger Saiyan wanted to tell him.

"There is, but I need you to keep it between us at the moment." Vegeta said, looking at the older Saiyan, not knowing how to really tell him about this without bringing up the blue-haired woman. He still couldn't get her off his mind and he knew by discussing this, it would only make him think of her more.

"Of course my Prince." Bardock said, putting down the piece of metal and push it to the side, giving Vegeta his full attention. "Anything you have to say to me has always and will always be kept confidential if his highness wishes it to be kept that way. That will never change." Bardock had become a confident of the young Prince many years ago while serving under Frieza. He had been too ashamed to speak with it to his father about some of the horrific events he had been exposed to and since Bardock had made a habit of checking in on his own son, he always made sure to check on the young Prince as well. Vegeta cared very much for his father, but in many ways, he was closer to Bardock than he was to his own father. Vegeta had always appreciated that the older Saiyan had taken the time to speak with him when he needed it and never leaked the stories he had told. Not even to his own father.

"On the course of our travels, we came across a unique Woman," Vegeta started. He could feel his cheeks growing warm just mentioning the Blue-haired Woman. God damn it! Get a hold on yourself and stop being so weak! He chastised himself. "She spoke of a technology no longer in use, as her home planet had been destroyed."

"Alright," Bardock nodded, choosing to ignore the faint blush that spread across the young prince's cheeks.

"She had mentioned the concept of being able to transfer many large items at a time into a small capsule." Vegeta explained. He remembered some of what the Woman had told him of how it worked, but could not remember all of it. Damn those mesmerizing blue eyes of hers. And that mouth! I can't even remember anything of what she told me! The Prince raged internally. She had practically explained the whole thing to me!

Bardock nodded, thinking about the theory the prince had just mentioned. It was brilliant. He just wasn't sure how it could be possible or how to even go about replicating such a thing. "Where did you find this woman?" He asked. He was intrigued by this idea. He knew that they needed to find a way to move many large ships and weapons off the planet in the matter of a few weeks. The King had approached him to come up with a solution, but so far he had none. At least nothing that was of the caliper of this brilliant idea.

"It doesn't matter." Vegeta replied quickly. He didn't want to get into it. Not even with Bardock.

"Are you able to speak with her again, your Highness?" This is a brilliant idea that may be their only hope. He didn't want to miss out on the possibility.

"Hmmn. It could be arranged." Vegeta said, looking away from the older Saiyan. Part of him wanted to leave and head back there now. Another part of him told him not to, that he'd only be looking for trouble. Would he be able to leave her there again?

"Well, I suggest you go and find her!" Bardock encouraged. "Why did you not think to bring back such a brilliant mind here? If she knows about something as complex as this, what else could she know about that could aid us?"

"My thoughts exactly." Vegeta replied, nodding.

"Well, then why did you not bring her back?" Bardock asked. This was a strange story. However, being one of the few brilliant minds on the planet Vegeta-sei, the thought of having an encounter with someone whose mind might be able to rival his own intrigued him. He had to meet this woman.

"It's complicated." Vegeta replied, still not wanting to get into it. "She's a slave. She belongs to another. I couldn't just bring her back without causing some sort of uproar."

"Can you not buy her?" Bardock asked. How could a slave know of such things?

"I might. I do not know what they would want for her. I can assure you, she would be quite costly to obtain and unfortunately her talents are being wasted in the situation she has found herself in since the demise of her planet." Vegeta explained.

"Alright. Tell your father that you need to go and retrieve more of this alloy from that planet you just purged. Take Kakarott with you. Go and visit the Woman and see if you can't buy her from her master and bring her back here. How far away is she?"

"One week." Vegeta replied. "With travel to Kor-sei, shouldn't be more than a week and a half."

"Do it. Leave tomorrow. We cannot delay in this. I will tell your father that we need more of this alloy immediately. I'm sure I can figure out an innovative use for it either way." Bardock said. He was liking this idea.

"Alright. I will leave you now. I must prepare for my father's banquet." Vegeta said, turning to leave.

"Your highness," Bardock called just as he was at the door. "She must have been very beautiful as well." He said, smirking.

Vegeta growled. Was he really making it that obvious this obsession he seemed to have with the Woman after only one meeting? He had to find a way to deal with this. "Hmmn. She was attractive." He admitted and left the lab.

Bardock smirked to himself. He would have to ask Kakarott about this mysterious brilliant mystery woman. She had to be something special if the prince could not speak of her without his ears and neck burning up. He had never seen the Prince react like that over talking about a woman before. Too bad that Asia woman didn't spark the same response in him. Bardock sighed and shook his head. That union would be nothing short of a disaster if the King kept pushing it. She was all wrong for his son. Yet how could his father not see that? The boy had no interest in her. Yet the king kept pushing her at him. It will all work itself out in the end. Vegeta is going to do what he wants, like he always has.

Vegeta decided on a quick shower to wash off the sweat from his brief training session before heading down to the banquet.

He really didn't feel like visiting all night. He growled at the thought that Asia would be hanging off him and trying to throw herself at him all night. Did the girl have no self-respect? How much more clearer did he have to be to make her get it? He did not want her. Hopefully our little encounter this afternoon shook some sense into her, he thought with a smirk. He had shaken her, quite literally. Hopefully she got the point. He really didn't feel like dealing with her anymore.

Maybe I can socialize briefly and get a good night's rest so I can head out early tomorrow on this new mission, he thought to himself. I wonder what the Woman will think when she sees me again? He wondered while changing into his formal armor. What does it matter? She's going to tell me everything she knows or I'll leave her there again! He scowled at himself. He hadn't forgotten that fiery temper she had briefly displayed on the first few minutes of their meeting.

With one last glance at himself, he headed out down the hall way to the banquet hall. He just wanted this evening over and done with so he could go and get his blue-haired Woman. Wait a minute, she's not mine, he thought, to himself, scowling again. Then he smirked to himself. She isn't mine, yet…
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