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The Three Year Gap	By : MileenaCroft Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 5271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: SilverSakura I'm glad you're still enjoying the story <3 I hope you all enjoy this chapter too!

A faint mumbling could be heard as Bulma slowly came around. She gradually opened her eyes to the bright white ceiling above her. Her vision was slightly blurred and she struggled to lift her arms in an attempt to rub them. The noise surrounding her became clearer the longer she regained her consciousness and parts of conversations could be heard:
            “She’s opening her eyes,” it sounded like her mother.
            “Oh thank goodness she’s alright,” the voice sounded familiar but Bulma couldn’t pinpoint it.
            “We’ll just give her a few minutes to wake up,” the tone of voice sounded formal… a nurse perhaps? “And I’ll be back to check on her,”
Soon enough the sound of wheels could be heard fading away.
            “Where am I?” Bulma mumbled in confusion as her eyes began blinking.
A warm and gentle hand lay on Bulma’s, “It’s okay sweetie, you’re at the hospital,”
Still unable to move, Bulma remained physically unresponsive, “What happened?”
Her vision cleared gradually and she glanced over to her right to see her mother sitting beside her bed and Scarlett stood to her side.
            “Where do you want me to start?” Bunny chuckled lightly giving a quick look up to Scarlett.
Slowly, Bulma’s strength returned to her and she managed to lift herself up into a sitting position. She rubbed her eyes and thought hard about what transpired.
            ‘I remember a lot of smoke and the smell of tuna? … no, salmon!’ she recalled silently, ‘And the ringing sound… Wait,’ she lowered her hands and stared forward tensely, ‘I remember kissing Vegeta… no, that couldn’t have really happened,’
            “Bulma…?” Scarlett watched her perplexed, “Are you okay?”
            ‘Was it a dream? Do people dream when they collapse?’
The Briefs’ daughter stared forward in deep thought despite having heard Scarlett. All of the concentration caused a headache and Bulma slammed her back against the mattress.
            “What’s wrong dear?” her mother tried to comfort her with her soft voice.
Bulma rested her forearm across her forehead and sighed heavily.
            “I’m just… trying to remember what happened. None of what I can recall seems to feel real,” she explained.
            “Well…” Bunny began, “After Vegeta turned up to the party most of the guests left feeling invasive. Scarlett,” her mother glanced up to her, “And Baraka stayed, they’ve seen worse,” she chuckled lightly, “and after some time we heard a knock on the balcony door and we opened it to find your unconscious body,”
            ‘I was by the balcony?’
            “You had some blood stains on your hand and what seemed to be all over your legs too,” Bunny continued.
            “Well… the stains on your leg were… watered down,” Scarlett added unsure, “As though you’d been bathing in blood or something,” she laughed awkwardly.
            ‘Bathing in blood…’ Bulma pondered, ‘why can’t I remember anything?’
Seeing her frustrated face, Bunny added, “Don’t stress yourself dear,” she placed her warming hand on her daughters, “You likely hit your head hard on the floor and can’t yet recall anything,”
Bulma began gently rubbing her forehead, “Yeah…” she breathed faintly, “Maybe,”
Scarlett and Bunny exchanged a concerned look between themselves that Bulma missed. As Bunny turned her gaze back on Bulma she asked, “What can you remember?”
            “Ugh…” It took Bulma a few moments to recall random memories, “I remember… the smell of salmon –“
            “Salmon?” Scarlett questioned.
            “Were you the one who was cooking?” Bunny narrowed her eyes, seeming increasingly concerned.
Bulma unleashed a heavy sigh, “I… think so, I remember smoke and lots of it,”
Once again, Scarlett and Bunny glanced at one another, this time Bulma noticed.
            “What?” the blue haired female asked softly.
Bunny paused before responding, she turned her head on her daughter and smirked slightly, “It’s just that… as we carried you downstairs to get you in the car, we came across Vegeta in the kitchen. There was smoke and what seemed like a lump of coal on a tray on the counter. I was too concerned about you that I didn’t bother asking him about it but the sound of the fire alarm kind of answered by question anyway, however your father called me to explain that Vegeta had attempted cooking but couldn’t understand how to work the oven and well… left some fish in there too long,”
Sensing her mother’s interest Bulma quickly responded, “Oh, yeah… I remember him saying,” she chuckled, ‘If my mom finds out that Vegeta’s covered for me… she’s sure to think something is going on!’
Bunny folded her arms and sat up straight, as though in disbelief, “Okay,” she dragged out her words, “So whilst Vegeta was cooking, what were you doing?”
Remembering Scarlett’s comment about the blood, Bulma answered, “I must have been taking a shower after I helped Vegeta clean up… yeah, I think I did, I remember being covered in his blood and… I don’t really remember after that,”
Bunny opened her mouth to question more however Bulma was saved from scrutiny by the presence of the nurse.
            “Oh you’re awake Miss Briefs,” her voice was high pitched but quiet.
Bulma replied with a nod.
            “Okay, well we’ve checked you over and I just told your mother here that it seems like you became weak after inhaling too much smoke and ended up with a concussion from – well we’re assuming – hitting your head on a counter or floor… Does any of that sound familiar?”
Bulma flicked her head in her mother’s direction, who was sat leaning back in her chair, legs crossed and smirking.
            ‘She knows I’m hiding something, but at this point even I don’t know what I’m hiding… I just know there’s something I can’t tell her,’ Bulma’s face reddened.
            “Miss Briefs?...” the nurse waited.
Bulma flipped her head towards the nurse and began unsure,” Uh… I remember the smoke,” she clenched her eyes attempting to recall more, “I thought maybe I was cooking something but my mom just told me our house guest was busy in the kitchen as they carried me to the car so–“
            “Oh,” the nurses added with a hint of intrigue as she bent down.
Bulma paused and watched the nurse mess around with some wires beside her bed before questioning her, “Is there something wrong?”
The nurse stood upright with a slight grin on her face, “Oh nothing Miss Briefs. It’s just that I read that article in the newspaper about your house guest,” her smile widened baring her clear teeth as she raised an eyebrow, “What a handsome fellow,”
An uneasy feeling bubbled inside Bulma but she ignored it as best as she could, “Ugh,” she flicked her head forward in distaste, “You wouldn’t say that if you knew how rude he is,”
            “Oh come on now Bulma,” Bunny spoke sincerely, “You’re mother taught you better than to bad mouth people,”
Bulma pouted, “It’s not bad mouthing when it’s the truth,” she huffed, “Anyway… enough about him, how soon can I leave?”
[…]
Bulma crept out of the car and glanced up to the building she called home. Her mother climbed out of the driver’s seat with Bulma’s luggage. Having heard the car arrive, Dr Briefs came outside to greet them:
            “Ahh, how are you feeling dear?” he approached Bulma with open arms as Scratch rested on his shoulder.
They embraced one another gently, as he didn’t know if Bulma was injured anywhere.
            “Not as bad as you might think,” she smiled widely, “The nurse told me not to make any sudden movements but honestly I just need my bed!”
            “Yes sweetie, just take it easy for the next few days… is there anything you’re doing that urgently needs completing?”
They began walking inside with Bunny beside them and made their way into the kitchen. Bunny placed the bag atop the kitchen table and began filling the kettle with water.
            “Nothing urgent,” Bulma continued, “Anything I have on can wait, I’m sure,” she spoke thinking specifically of Vegeta as she sat herself at the table.
            “In that case dear, I’ll leave you to rest… and you honey,” he flipped around to his wife, “I’ve been so busy lately with the rebuild of the house and well… everything else I have on. So I’ve booked us next weekend away in South City,”
            “Oh I get you for the whole weekend?” Bunny grinned as she embraced her husband.
Bulma glanced up from the table and smiled to her father, “That means I get the house to myself!” she exclaimed jokingly in joy as she began lifting her bag.
Before she left her father added, “Not entirely dear… Vegeta will be around too,”
A burst of butterflies swarmed Bulma’s stomach at the idea of them being alone, before she quickly dismissed her fantasies with reality, “Well… you know what he’s like,” she snarled, “We don’t see him for days on end…”
She continued on her way up the stairs to Vegeta’s room. As she walked down the hall she noticed the once damaged wall had now been boarded up, ‘About time,’ she mused.
Before entering she took a deep breath in and prayed that he wouldn’t be in there. As she cautiously opened the door her nerves increased. The bed came into view and was unoccupied, so Bulma hurried over to it without checking the entire room. She tossed her bag on the bed and the motion caused a spiking pain in Bulma’s back. She yelped uncontrollably as she held her back.
            “What the hell…” she groaned.
            “What are you doing?” the all-too familiar voice of Vegeta startled Bulma.
She wanted to hastily turn to face him, but her back prevented her from doing so. Not wanting to seem injured she dropped her arm and pretended to ignore his physical presence as she unpacked her belongings.
            “I’m going to sleep,” she huffed.
Vegeta’s footsteps crept closer to her but he passed her and walked to the other side of the bed. He glared her way to which she wanted to ignore, however she sensed his eyes on her so she scowled up to him.
            “What?!” she spat instantly.
He stood proud in a pair of lose fitting jeans and a dark purple V-neck jumper. He sighed slowly before speaking:
            “I removed any evidence,” he spoke deeply as he began fiddling with one of his pockets, however Bulma stood confused, “But I had no idea where to put these,” he proceeded to pull out Bulma’s underwear from the night they shared.
The usually porcelain beauty erupted in a bright red shade, ‘Oh no,’ she stood frozen and mortified. Suddenly every moment they shared in the tub hit her like a bullet to the brain, ‘It really did happen,’
            “Are you going to keep staring at me like that or take them?” he held them out over the bed towards her.
Slowly, Bulma began lifting her hand to take them but as she leaned over slightly to reach for them another sharp sting in her back caused her to straighten up quickly as she hissed.
Vegeta narrowed his eyebrows, “What are you doing?” he spat.
Bulma growled at the back of her throat, “I’m not doing it on purpose!” she glared at him in frustration, “Just leave them on the bed!”
He released the underwear and began walking out, “Whatever,” he spat.
He closed the door before leaving, giving Bulma a chance to catch her breath.
            “Oh gosh,” she ran her hands through her messy hair in panic, “It was real… I really kissed him… I really did… What… How did he let this happen? Why would he let this happen?” she turned around steadily and struggled to sit down on the edge of the bed, “This is Vegeta we’re talking about,” her eyes darted all over the floor before her, “I… just didn’t think he was capable of, human attraction. I know Goku is but he was brought up just like the rest of us, believing what we believe but Vegeta’s so… so different,” she rubbed her face in her hands, “I guess I’m just going to have to forget about it,” she sighed, “He doesn’t seem to be bothered by it so why should I let it eat me up…”
She lifted the duvet from beneath her and lied down as she tossed the duvet over her. With a swift kick of her leg, the bag rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Despite tossing and turning and trying her hardest to sleep, she couldn’t.
The thought of the way Vegeta grabbed her and kissed her wouldn’t leave her head. She became increasingly frustrated with herself that she couldn’t just forget about it. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Bulma leaned up gently so as not to further injure herself, staring at it. To be sure she wasn’t hearing things she waited. Within moments there was another knock:
            “Come in,” Bulma spoke wearily.
The door instantly opened revealing a concerned Yamcha. He wore a pair of dark blue joggers with a thick green and grey varsity coat. Walking in cautiously, he watched Bulma glare his way whilst he held a bouquet of flowers and a card.
            “Are those for me?” Bulma asked surprised.
Yamcha closed the door behind him and flashed her a warming smile, “Yeah. I know you’re not injured badly or anything it’s just…” he stalked over to the side of her bed and knelt on the floor, he rested his arm on the duvet as he handed over the card to her, “Well they’re not just to say ‘I hope you’re feeling better’ but ‘sorry’ too,”
Bulma gently took the card from his hands but kept her eyes on Yamcha, she narrowed her eyebrows but her eyes seemed soft, “For what?”
He reached over to place the flowers on her bedside table, “For what happened before…”
Bulma remained silent for a moment as she reflected on the last time they spoke, and that everything he said was true, ‘Don’t pursue this… his exact words… there’s no chance in Hell I can tell him about what happened,’
She smiled falsely trying to hide her guilt, “Don’t worry about it,” she glanced down feeling uneasy looking directly at him, “I know you said it all out of anger…”
She began opening the card before Yamcha stopped her by lightly placing his hand on hers.
            “No, open it when I leave,” he ordered, “I’d become a nervous wreck if you read it while I’m still here,” he chuckled awkwardly.
Bulma smiled at his dorkiness and complied with what he requested. She placed the card beside the floors and sat herself up leaning herself against the black sued headboard.
            “You know, for someone who’s just came out of hospital you look pretty good,” he laughed.
            “Well when I collapsed I had dressed up for a little party we had and didn’t bother changing,” she smiled.
The ex-bandit watched the beauty he once called his girlfriend blush at his comment, “Why wasn’t I invited?” he joked lightly.
Bulma glanced at him raising an eyebrow, “Believe me it’s a good thing you wasn’t. Vegeta ended up crashing the party and –“
            “Damn, not him again,” he hissed.
Bulma paused, watching him slightly annoyed, “What?”
He took a deep breath in before continuing, “I was hoping not to talk about him today, never mind knowing he’s only causing you more trouble,”
            “No, no,” Bulma dismissed, “He wasn’t causing trouble he just… turned up all bloody and well, almost dead,” she noticed Yamcha ease up, “He didn’t mean to scare anyone… at least I don’t think he did,”
            “Ha,” Yamcha spat sarcastically, “So what about the missing part of your house? Let me guess, he didn’t mean to do that either,”
Before confronting him, Bulma inhaled deeply and averted her eyes down to the duvet, “Yes, okay that was him and yes I guess he meant to do it but if you just let me explain instead of jumping to conclusions about him, you’d know why he did it!”
Sensing the tension in Bulma, Yamcha dropped his annoyed expression for a sombre one, “Sorry… so, why did he do it?”
            “That asshole from the party came back here threatening to sue us… and just in time Vegeta showed up and scared him away and well, you’ve seen the damage,”
            “Wait, wait, wait…” Yamcha paused and glanced around the room, he noticed a blue full body unitard folded up on some drawers, “Who’s room is this?”
Her bright blue eyes widened with panic, ‘Oh no,’
He rose from where he sat, “Bulma…” there was sorrow in his voice, “Please don’t tell me this is his room!” he begged.
She stared him in the eyes and did nothing other than inhale profoundly. Yamcha’s face filled with misery and his lips began shaking as he struggled to speak.
            “Yamcha listen,” Bulma raised her hands in an attempt to calm him, “It’s definitely not what you think,” she lied, “After he destroyed my bedroom I forced myself in here as a means to punish him, and its worked,” she faked another smile, “He hasn’t slept in here whilst I’ve been here,”
Believing her words, Yamcha loosened up and calmed himself down with numerous deep breaths. He cracked his neck with tilt of the chin and sat back down on the fluffy carpet.
            “So there’s nothing going on with you two?” he questioned softly as he watched her emotionally.
            “I’m not going to lie to you Yamcha,” realising digging a deeper hole would come back to bite her, she decided to come clean, “My feelings for him have grown,” Yamcha glanced down with a clenched face, “But,” she began thinking of how Vegeta reacted to her after their passionate time in the tub, “He’s not exactly boyfriend material,” she laughed, “Soon enough I’ll get bored, you know what I’m like,”
He lifted his gaze on the beautiful woman once more, “Then let me help you,” he sat up and leaned on the edge of the bed with his arms, “Let me take you out sometime… distract from all this,”
She stared at her ex confused momentarily, “Yamcha,” her tone implied his ridiculousness, “I would never feel comfortable using you like that,”
            “Nothing has to happen, just let me – as your friend – take your mind off him,”
            “Honestly, with all the work I have to do, I’ll be just fine,” she smiled.
Knowing how stubborn Bulma can be, Yamcha gave up trying to convince her before he annoyed her.
            “Alright,” he smiled as he stood up once again, “Well, I just wanted to clear the air between us. When your dad called and told me you were in hospital, it made me think about what if something serious happened and well… I could never forgive myself if something fatal happened to you whilst we were arguing,” he bent over and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, “I gotta go back and train but I’ll stop by again soon,”
He smiled before turning and leaving Bulma to herself. After an exhausted sigh, she remembered the card. She picked it up and began opening the envelope wondering why he was being shy about it. She pulled out the card that featured an injured teddy bear resting on a bed with the phrase ‘Get Well Soon’ written elegantly above the picture. She smiled and proceeded to open the card. There was no other message written in it other than ‘Yamcha X’ written at the bottom. However, a folded up piece of paper fell onto Bulma’s lap, she opened it up and began reading:
            ‘Bulma, I could never say what I’m about to, to your face so… I thought it best to write it out. We haven’t been together since we were teens but I’ve never stopped loving you,’ Bulma gasped at the confession, ‘I could never tell you because, I love watching you freely live your life… it’s when you’re happiest. We argued – a lot – and I hated myself most when I was the reason you were upset. And I don’t want to be the reason anymore. I want you to be happy so, I’ll keep my opinions to myself from now on about who you choose to be with because like I said before it’s none of my business. If you’re happy then I’m happy J If you could do just one thing for me though, make sure it’s someone who deserves you. You’re the best person I’ve ever met and nothing would kill me more than to see you with a man who can’t handle you,’ tears began rolling down Bulma’s soft cheeks, ‘You’re so intelligent, beautiful and brave, I just want to see you with a man who will appreciate that every day. I wish that man was me… but you deserve better,’
She folded up the letter and smiled to herself, ‘I will always love you too, Yamcha,’ she wiped away her tears before placing the note back in the card and putting it on top of the bedside table. She lay back on the bed as her eyes darted all over the white ceiling, she remembered her days as Yamcha’s girlfriend and how much she has grown since then.
            ‘You know… I wish he was the one for me too, it would make everything so much simpler but… that’s all over and done with now,’ she grabbed the duvet and scrunched it up near her chin, ‘I’m not sure if I believe in soul mates or that there is one perfect person out there for everyone but I know that the most unexpected things can be the greatest things… Maybe I’ll be lucky,’ Vegeta’s face crept up back in her mind, ‘Or maybe I should stop waiting and make it happen, I’m sick of playing cat and mouse with him…’
With that final thought Bulma drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
[…]
The sound of numerous alarms woke her up. She struggled to sit up and rubbed her face in her hands:
            “HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!”
The cries of crowds of people could be heard from the bedroom window. A fear crept up in Bulma as she cautiously made her way out of the bed. Loud explosions began and the people screamed louder. She whipped the curtains back and witnessed a demolished West City before her. Her face hardened with worry as she frantically searched the city for some answers. Herds of people began running in all different directions, ‘It looks like they don’t know where this is coming from,’ more loud bangs filled the city and to Bulma’s horror a floating figure appeared in the sky and with one swift blast killed a group of civilians. Bulma gasped and took several steps back, ‘Who is that?’ she panicked. Hastily, she turned around and ran out of the bedroom. She fumbled her way downstairs and searched for her parents.
            “Mom! Dad!” she called out.
More explosions erupted the city and the screams of people seemed to be getting closer to her house. Bulma ran into the kitchen, the dressing room and ran her way to the lab. But her parents were nowhere to be seen. She began calling:
            “Vegeta!” but nothing.
            ‘Where the hell is everyone? Please tell me they’re okay!’
An extremely loud bang frightened Bulma as the ceiling above her shook tremendously. Realising what had been blown up was the roof of her house, she began heading back to the stairs to check. The sound of voices paused Bulma in her tracks as she stood hallway up the stairs:
            “She’s not here,” a deep voice growled.
            ‘Is he on about me?’ she panicked.
            “Well look downstairs!” another ordered.
            ‘Is that Vegeta?’ the surprise froze Bulma in her place and suddenly a tall muscular man stood right in front of her.
A sickening grin appeared on his face, “Vegeta,” he called, “I’ve found her,”
In an instant the bald giant grabbed Bulma and lifted her over his shoulders.
            “PUT ME DOWN!” she demanded as she kicked and clawed at the man.
He responded only with a menacing chuckle, as though Bulma’s efforts proved pointless.
            “Put her down over there,”
Bulma could hear but couldn’t see Vegeta.
            “Why are you doing this?” she cried and after no response she demanded, “Answer me Vegeta!”
The man who held Bulma quickly slammed her down on the floor, “Don’t speak to the Prince like that!” the man lowered his face to Bulma’s.
She watched him in fear, ‘What the hell is going on?’
He moved out of her way and she stared as Vegeta proudly approached her. His face in a permanent scowl with no sign of mercy.
Bulma tried her best to seem brave and stared the Mad Saiyan in the eyes.
            “You should know better than to hide from me,” he snarled.
            “Wha – I wasn’t hiding I was asleep! You knew where I was –“
            “Shut up,” he spat.
He stood right in front of her and knelt down.
            “Why are you doing this?” her eyes flicked between his as they filled with tears.
He grinned slightly, “Hmm. What happened to not being afraid of me Bulma?” he asked sarcastically.
The sound of her name dripping from his mouth made Bulma weak and in that instant her body took control.
The Saiyan closed his eyes as he breathed in slowly and deeply through his nose… taking in her scent as though he was about to eat her up like a beast killing its prey.
Bulma’s tears fell rapidly from her eyes as she watched the man she crushed on become frighteningly horrific. With a satisfying growl, Vegeta opened his eyes and stared Bulma down with a smirk. His face was inches from hers and he crept closer:
            “I’ve never smelt something so delicious,” he whispered into her ear.
Bulma was too terrified to feel safe with this Vegeta. Her tears continued to fall and her breath tremored. Vegeta slammed his fist into the wall beside Bulma’s head to which she let out a small cry at the noise of the breaking wall.
            “Stop crying,” he demanded as he watched her struggle to comply.
A low growl left his lips, he removed his fist from the wall and used his fingers to gently glide down Bulma’s jaw. She eased up slightly, closing her eyes she let out a light moan as he caressed her. He leaned into her once more:
            “Don’t ever forget how dangerous I can be,” he whispered suggestively which tickled Bulma’s neck.
The Prince kept his head beside hers as he used his other hand to stroke down her curves. He watched as her body wriggled at his touch. With his other hand, he grabbed Bulma’s neck and brought it to his lips. He could hear Bulma’s heartbeat increase as she felt his breath on her. He stroked his soft lips on her skin before suddenly sinking his teeth into her.
The shock sparked a louder moan from Bulma, she opened her eyes to see the bald man had left them to their privacy. Vegeta lifted his head and faced the beauty of the woman he held. After a hesitant moment, Vegeta began gently kissing Bulma to which she melted at the taste of him. He wrapped his arms around her as they lowered themselves to the floor. The Prince lifted himself up and tore Bulma’s dress in half instantly. He flashed Bulma one last smile before diving for her chest.
Bulma’s eyes shot open to face the white ceiling above her. She blinked rapidly and attempted to catch her breath.
            ‘I wish I didn’t wake up,’ she laughed to herself.
She gently lifted herself up and the sudden smell of chicken soup filled her senses. Her eyes widened as she flipped her head towards the door. She noticed a bowl beside her bed, ‘What would I do without you mom?,’ she smiled.
The steam leaving the bowl indicated it was fresh soup, ‘She must’ve just dropped it off,’ she sat up straight and reached for the bowl, the sharp pain in her back spiked again and she stiffened up. Taking a deep breath in she reached for it slower and picked up the soup. She inhaled deeply at the delicious scent, ‘Just what I needed,’
She sipped down the soup quickly and it warmed her body. With a filling sigh she placed the empty bowl back on the table. At that moment the bedroom door opened and the Proud Saiyan strolled on in… in nothing other than a towel wrapped around his waist. Bulma gasped to herself at sight of him, ‘What’s he trying to do to me!’
As he walked past the bed, Bulma flashed him a smile to which he ignored and continued his business. She pouted behind his back as he rummaged through the drawers. Neither of them spoke and the atmosphere grew awkward. Bulma wanted to leave him to himself as he seemed tense about something. She lifted the duvet from her bed and almost instantly Vegeta paused and flipped his gaze in her direction. Bulma noticed this sudden movement and glanced his way.
            “Is something wrong?” she asked innocently.
Vegeta’s scowled as his nostrils flared… Bulma waited confused.
He grunted and flicked his head away from her.
            ‘What was that all about?’ she wondered.
She continued to get out of the bed and picked up the bowl on her way out. She closed the door leaving Vegeta to himself.

AN: As always let me know what you guys think! The next chapter will take a slightly diffrent turn and i have a feeling i will struggle with it but i will get it out to you as soon as possible :)
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