A/N: The third and last part of this story. Enjoy!

Warning: Gore in this chapter.

For the warmth in your eyes

Part III

He held her tightly against his chest, feeling her heart beat in time with his. He walked through the corridors, some half-destroyed, trails of smoke hanging lowly above the floor. He heard distance explosions, and fragments of what seemed like screaming, becoming louder as he neared his destination; the great conference/banquet hall.

Screams and shouts were heard from within and for a moment he savoured the sweet sound of fear and despair. He could recognise them so easily, because it were the same sounds he had uttered the first few weeks with Frieza, before he had steeled his mind.

As he entered the giant space, his attention was immediately on the group of humans, clustered together, all shackled and bound with their own invention: ki-collars. Set to the highest setting, of course, so that even they felt their effects, with their puny ki's.

Pathetic bunch they were.

"Sire," a large Saiyan bowed down before him, then straightened and give his Prince a nasty smirk.

"I see you've had some fun."

"Not much... And the ones you wanted were left alone. We've waited for you, your Highness." The Saiyan looked with plain interest at the small female the Prince had so protectively cradled in his arms.

"Ahh... So, this is the one. She's very beautiful, Sir."

"Yes, she is. And she will be treated with the utmost respect." It was not a question, and the large Saiyan bowed his head.

"Of course. She is your mate, Sir. She already has our respect for helping you survive and escape this hell. And at such a young age. You have got yourself a fine Mate, Highness, if I may say so."

Vegeta was pleased at his honesty. He wouldn't have to fear for her safety or a lack of acceptance among his small group of loyal soldiers, just because she was human. His soldiers all had a somewhat more open mind due to the hardships they endured and the situations they've been in.

Meanwhile, it finally seemed that the group of humans had caught sight of the Prince. They started hollering threats and insults at him and his companions. When the Prince turned to face them, they gasped as the saw the figure he held in his arms.

"Bulma!" A grey, worn out man said angrily. "What have you done to her, you monster!"

One man, young and good-looking, tried to work himself up, but collapsed back into his sitting position, panting with the exertion, while his ki-collar beeped warningly.

"Well, that's interesting," Vegeta snickered. "That one seems to have some ki. It must be that Yamcha fellow then."

"Yes, Sir. After some... persuasion," some other Saiyans around him guffawed at that, "he told us his name. Though it was rather obvious, of course! He's the only human on this space station with a ki to mention."

"Let her go, you bastard!!" The scarred human, Yamcha yelled at him, his face red and swollen.

"No, I am not letting go of her."

"What do you want with her, you dirty monkey!" The older man hissed at him, while clawing at his collar. "You think you can get to me by using my daughter?!"

"I don't think you care enough about your only child to be really affected if I hurt her. You would probably sell her to Frieza, if that would somehow help you along, professor Briefs."

Vegeta sat down on a chair that faced the humans, while he still had the sleeping Bulma in his arms. Her head lay against his shoulders, while she snuggled into his embrace. He absentmindedly trailed a hand through her hair, playing with the tresses.

The man was stunned when he saw the display of affection, while Yamcha snarled at him. The other humans looked at them with fear and anger, not knowing what to make of this situation.

"Speaking of Frieza. You probably haven't heard much from him lately, have you?"

"What do you care?! You're probably still running from him! Wait till he gets his hands on you. He was most displeased with your escape. He doesn't like defiance!"

"And does he like failure? It surprised me that he hadn't killed you when he found out that you had lost his pet. I reckon you've done some really dirty jobs for him to keep yourself and your station alive and kicking."

"And what about it, Vegeta, you care?" The man sneered back.

"No, I don't. I only care about what you've done to me..."

"Wait until Frieza hears of this... he will come straight this way, monkey. We still had time to send out a distress call before you overtook the station."

"And you think that Frieza will come running to save his precious doctor. I don't think he would, even if he still could..."

"And what do you mean, 'if he still could'! You're trying to say something here, you stupid inbreed!" Though the professor seemed full of bravado, Vegeta spotted the uncertainty and doubt in his eyes, and smelt his fear growing stronger.

"What I'm trying to say is... I've taken Frieza out of business."

"Ha!" The professor sneered. "You expect me to believe you, a stupid Saiyan, could defeat Frieza? My dear monkey, you do not even come close to him!"

Vegeta smiled coldly. "Believe whatever you want."

"I believe," the fool Yamcha said brashly, "That even I could easily teach you a lesson, with one arm tied behind my back, if you took this collar off me."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow and he gave the human a derisive smirk. "You are incredibly stupid, human."

"Right. And you are incredibly cowardly."

Vegeta snickered cruelly. "You think? Well, all right human, I'll give you a shot at me. Because I do have something to settle with you."

Yamcha turned pale at the dark anticipation on the Prince's face. Truthfully, he had never believed that the Prince would engage him in combat... he really didn't know what his chances were... The Saiyans were, after all, a race with a inbred high ki, which they raised even further throughout their whole lives by fighting and training.

Still, Professor Briefs had helped him train, when Yamcha's unnatural high ki was discovered when he was thirteen. Plus, the professor had used several of his more secret techniques on him, with his consent. Yamcha liked the feeling of power, which his high ki gave him. In exchange for the professor's services, Yamcha agreed to become his bodyguard and 'caretaker' of the specimens with somewhat higher ki. It was a good deal.

He looked at the sleeping girl in the arms of the Prince. He didn't know what he had done to her, but it made him furious just to see him with her! How dared he even touch her!

Since he had noticed Bulma growing up, about two years ago, he had considered her as his. He even had her father's approval, so nothing stood in his way... Except maybe her aloofness... She didn't seem to overly like him, but he had been sure that he could win her over.

But now... How could they get out of this situation? He didn't know what the professor had done to the Saiyan Prince, but he was sure it hadn't been pretty. Now, the Prince seemed terribly eager for revenge. But would he kill everyone aboard, just to get revenge on one person?

He hoped not. Maybe he should start looking for a way out...

Suddenly, he wasn't so sure anymore about his own survival...

Maybe when they deactivated the collar, then he would grasp the opportunity and get the hell out of here. He gave Bulma a look and sighed. It was a pity but... he valued his own skin more. Still, he wished he had just taken her when he had the chance. She would have liked it, him, eventually.

He still felt the piercing eyes of Vegeta fixed on him and he shivered slightly. Maybe he was more dangerous than he had originally thought. He threw a nervous look on the professor, who was still as arrogant as ever, even shackled as he was now. Professor Briefs was confident he had everything under control.

"Radditz," the Prince commanded to a large Saiyan with very unruly, long hair who stood near Yamcha, "release the weakling."

"Yes, Sir." The Saiyan gave the scarred human a nasty smirk as he deactivated the collar.

"You shall wish you never had set foot on this station, human," the Saiyan who released him, hissed his ominous words in Yamcha's ear.

Yamcha didn't answer, just stood up, and straightened himself. He couldn't let them see his insecurity. He had to wait for the perfect moment to get out of here.

The Saiyans warriors all kept their eyes on him, while the prince stood up and carefully placed the girl in the chair.

"Bardock, guard her," he said to the Saiyan whom stood beside him, watching the spectacle.

"Of course, your Highness." And the Saiyan took a defensive stance before the chair, almost blocking the sleeping form entirely from sight.

"Now... You ready to rumble, human?"

Yamcha nodded, while he waited for the opportune moment; just one opening, just one moment of waned attention...

When the Prince looked to the professor when he said something nasty, he saw his chance. He powered up immediately and knocked the Saiyan next to him, Radditz, away and sped for the door, dodging another Saiyan coming right at him. Gods, they were fast! He would never have thought them this fast! But he was almost there, Almost at the do-

A solid kick to the stomach made him fly back, till he crashed into something. Only, something appeared to be someone, as he was delivered a punch to the head. He sank down to his knees, momentarily stunned. A Saiyan stood above him, snarling at him, a dangerous look on his face.

He raised his hand for another blow but a snapped "Hold, Toma" from the Prince stopped him. The Prince still stood, in front of the door, looking at him with disgust and contempt. It was the Prince who kicked him. Yamcha hadn't even seen him move...

"Who's the coward here, weakling? I thought you wanted a fair fight. I gave you the possibility, and you run from me, like a real human coward. But you won't get away. You just have to fight me. Come on, show me what you've got... Show me what the professor did for you."

At that, Yamcha launched himself at him, a fist drawn back, ready to strike. He put all of his ki into the blow and brought it to the Prince's face.

It was grasped, before he could make contact. Blocked! The ki in his fist should have hurt the haughty Prince; the speed behind his punch should have gone through the Saiyan's defences!

But it didn't. He felt the grip Vegeta had on his fist tighten, till it started to hurt. Yamcha looked his opponent in the eyes, and saw the malice, the eagerness for his blood there. Cold, black eyes, sucking him in. He felt cold dread settle deep in his stomach.

He lashed out with his other fist, but it was also easily caught. The Prince smiled at him.

"Kneel for me," he said, and he pushed the human down on his knees, using the grip on his fists.

Vegeta watched his enemy closely, saw the fear he kept so poorly hidden. He had finally realised that he was in a very precarious situation... A very dangerous situation. Soon, he would realise he would die here.

The stench of his fear was easily recognised by the Saiyan soldiers and they all grinned at the kneeling human, who was trembling now.

Vegeta began to crush the hands of the human. Yamcha tried to pull them out of his grip, but was completely powerless against the Saiyan Prince.

Vegeta crushed the hands into pulverised bones and flesh, while the human screamed. Music to his ears, and he smirked wickedly.

The hands were now no more than mutilated bits of flesh. He released his grip, and the human sank down, still screaming like an animal about to be slaughtered, looking at his hands, horror and disbelief written on his face.

"I'm going to make you bleed, human. You dared to think about touching what is mine. I know you've harassed her, too. But she didn't want to have anything to do with you, now did she?"

He saw the human's eyes flicker in recognition when he realised what he was talking about.

"What do you mean by that, Vegeta!" The professor yelled at him, but he heard the confusion in his voice.

"Just what I said. This weak coward wanted what is mine. He's going to pay for it." Vegeta reached down and took one of Yamcha's crushed hands in it, and used it to pull him up.

"Stand up, scarred freak. Look at you, already lost all your senses, and just by losing your hands... Weak. I thought I would have something of a challenge, but you sadly disappoint me-"

"Bulma?!" The professor suddenly shouted at him in understanding, while his face was contorted by rage.

"That only took you a minute or two... I'm impressed." Vegeta didn't pay any attention to the fuming professor, but kept it focused on the half-conscious human.

"You think loosing your hands is tough? Try this!" He let a small measure of ki infuse his fingers, and with a quick, slashing motion, he raked them over the human's stomach. Then, he let the human drop.

Yamcha felt to the ground, on his back. First, nothing was to be seen on his gi, but some blood, then, the fabric gaped open, and blood started to flow out, followed by his innards.

Yamcha was hollering now, screaming, while he tried to push everything back in with his hands. His screams were alternated with gurgling sounds and high-pitched moans.

Vegeta stood next to him, looking over him, with a satisfied expression on his face.

"It's a pity. For you, I mean. It seems I haven't severed any large, important veins. Your dead will be very slow, and painful."

Vegeta turned away from Yamcha, and walked towards the group of humans who now all sat huddled together, faces as white as sheets. Gone was the righteous anger, the threats, the confidence. Even the professor was somewhat paler than usual, while he still tried to appear non-affected.

"Now, professor, back to you and your questions."

Vegeta stopped right in front of the professor and looked down on him, with a mocking expression on his face.

"Why would you suddenly be so worried about your daughter? You never cared much about her, except for what she could do for you.'

"She's my daughter and-"

"But do you even know her? Do you know her motivations, her moods, her favourite candy, her dreams? You do not. But I do." He leaned down, and whispered to the professor. "I do. I know her very well. I know her mind, her heart, her soul, and her body..."

The professor turned purple with rage. "You're lying, son of a bitch!"

Vegeta raised a hand to hit him, and the professor flinched back. When the blow didn't landed, he looked back up at Vegeta, to see him chuckling, looking down on him with a sardonic look.

"My, scared of me? You deserved the blow, of course. But we haven't come to that, yet. And I'm not lying. I know your daughter for a long time. Ten years, exactly."

When Vegeta saw the professor frown, he smirked.

"That should say something to you. But don't you remember it? Your daughter used be so proud and crazy of her daddy, even though at times, he treated her like dirt. And she was very excited about a new project of her father, one that came from far away in the universe. But you didn't talk to her about it, nor did anyone else. And how could they? Even you couldn't tell a nine year old girl her father was receiving a fourteen your old Saiyan who had some problems with authority. You couldn't tell her you would torture him with the most advanced means to break his mind and then turn him into the perfect little soldier.

But she didn't know this, but she was so very curious. So very curious, that she disobeyed her father and hid into the lab where he scheduled me in, using a secret way she had discovered.

She saw me being brought in, screaming and kicking. Then, she saw you. She believed you would save me, free me of my restraints and pain. Can you imagine what she felt when she saw, to her complete horror and disbelief, her father intensifying the pain by administering a potion that she had been warned off as 'very dangerous'? She lost all fate in you, her father. You weren't her father anymore. She told me once that at that moment her severe, stern father died, and was somehow replaced with a monster. She was afraid of you, but that didn't stop her from helping me. She was horrified to see someone being tortured, certainly a child... Even though I wasn't one anymore, in any of the meanings of the word. She felt compelled to help me, she felt compassion for me. She longed for a friend, a playmate. Someone who would listen to her. She came every day to my cage. In your arrogance, you never kept a watch on me, confident I couldn't escape or try to kill myself. And I couldn't, not without help. But she became my saviour, my accomplice, my friend. She took care of my wounds, brought me extra food, made me forget the torture and at the end helped me escape. I bet you always wondered how I managed to escape, didn't you?

I've come back for her. Getting my revenge on you and your people is a nice bonus. But she is and will be my first priority. We formed something, in the months you kept me here, something that can't be denied, nor broken, nor reversed. We bonded, deeply, though she wasn't aware of it. She thought we were just friends, and I let her believe it, till she would be older. But over the years, she grow up, and subconsciously, she knew she was mine. And today, I've claimed her, as my mate." He told the professor and all the humans in the room proudly.

For a moment, the professor didn't say anything at all. His mouth worked, but no sound came out of it. His face flushed even more, as slowly a blind rage settled over him.

"Mate?! What kind of animalistic term is that?! You raped my daughter, didn't you?! I guess it's her own fault for helping you. She dared to betray me, the little bitch. A whore, just like her mother!!"

He couldn't get anything more out, as he was brutally backhanded into the floor.

"Silence," Vegeta snarled, while his eyes slowly bleed turquoise, "don't you dare say anything about her! I don't know how you managed to bring forth a daughter with so much warmth and feelings, but it's your own loss you've never realised what a treasure you had in her! She betrayed you, you say. How can she betray you, as you have never done anything to deserve her loyalty? She didn't betray anyone. She stayed true to her heart, and everything her mother taught her. She must be one of the rare creatures in this universe who have the courage to do what she did; defy her master, her father in her case, to do what's right." Vegeta lowered himself, till he was only an inch away from the old man's face.

"I bet you had some plans for her. Plans that would gain you favours and goods. You noticed the beauty of her face, but never the beauty that she has inside. She showed me, though. I've killed everything that stood between me and her. I've killed Frieza, yes, and I will probably kill his entire family and race; I have to keep her safe. She is mine, and will stay that way. A bond cannot be broken, and is the most sacred thing in this universe, to us Saiyans. We never show any feelings, except to our mates. They are our only weakness... but at the same time our greatest strengths. We want to have them with us, as long as possible on this mortal plane, until we are killed. Then, together, we join our gods, Rabarber and Yolu, a bonded pair themselves, and honour them until the Times themselves have no meaning anymore. They look favourably upon bonded pairs, and their accomplishments together. And we have accomplish much, already.

Your daughter is a gift of the Gods, and I will treasure her forever. She is my destiny and helped me reach another. For if I hadn't had her to fight for, I wouldn't be what I am now; Super Saiyan." 

"Right! You believe in that fairytale? You stupid monkeys are all the same; still believing in that myth!" The professor let out a mocking laugh

"I'll show you... haven't you noticed my eyes? I reckon they're not black anymore... What do you see, professor?"

Indeed, his eyes were now complete turquoise, and his hair colour was changing as well... blond, gold. His muscled bulged under the enormous ki that flowed through his body and he even seemed to have grown an inch or two.

"Impossible..." professor Briefs gasped. "No..."

"Believe me now, professor? See how I could have easily killed Frieza. I've made him suffer... I've made him scream and beg before the end. All those years in his 'service' have been paid back. Now, I only have you to deal with, and your team. I've memorised their names and faces. Now, I'm going to get even with you!"

Now, the professor did show fear; the young Saiyan had changed into a real warrior, with strength unsurpassed. He saw his own death in those cold, fathomless eyes.

"Can we talk about this, Vegeta. I can be of great assistance to you and-"

"Spare me, old man! I only want to see you scream. That, and beg for a quick death. I'm going to give you your own poison." Vegeta walked towards a table, on which one of his warriors had put some supplies.

"I've got a triple dose of TRU23 for everyone here... But I don't think Yamcha needs one. I think he's too far gone to appreciate it anymore..." A cold, cruel smile was directed to the whining figure who laid in a large puddle of his own blood.

"So, everyone line up for his medicine!" The Saiyans snickered at the humans as they stalked towards their prey, each of them grabbing several of them, dragging them to the table. Everyone was injected with the drug, and released. The last one was the professor, which Vegeta injected himself, all the while staring him in the eyes; he hoped that the professor's last sane memory would be his eyes, and the hate and cruelty that burned in there.

Soon, none of the humans were aware of the Saiyans, who were looking at them with a truculent pleasure. They were screaming, moaning, begging, rambling. They yanked at their own hair, clawed at their skin and eyes. Many clutched their heads.

Vegeta walked back to the chair and lifted Bulma up, settling her in his lap as he sat down. He caressed her hair and took in the sweet scent of her hair as he watched the suffering humans with a cold satisfaction and a dark glee.

They got what was coming for them.

The first thing Bulma noticed was the warmth of a second body, spooning her. A strong arm was draped over her waist, holding her close to him. She didn't need to see his face; Vegeta.

She remembered what they had done together, and a blush spread over her cheeks. That she could be that... uhm... sensual...

But she didn't mind it now. She had been, unknowingly, waiting for him. Her friend. He was the only real friend she had and now... they were even more. Lovers... Mates, he had called them, bonded mates. The way he said it, with such deeply rooted awe, made her realise it was something really special and important. He had to tell her more about it.

He had come for her. He hadn't forgotten her. That alone made her feel giddy. Then he had made love to her... Told her he loved her... Wow.

She looked around her, and saw that the bed she was lying on, was situated in a corner of a room which had about the size of her small lab. She frowned when she thought about her lab and the space station. What had exactly happened there?

And what would happen now? What for plans did Vegeta have? What would she do? She wasn't on the space station anymore, of that she was certain. The whole interior, and some technology, was different from that on the space station.

She placed a hand on the well-muscled arm around her waist, and softly stroked it. Would he keep her with him? He said they were now mated, but... what exactly did that mean?

She was distracted from her thoughts as he buried his face in her neck and placed lazy kisses on her skin, making her sigh. It felt so good.

"Awake, little woman?" he purred against her skin, making her shiver all over.

"Yes... I am." She tried to turn around, so she could see his face. He complied and used his arm to roll her over, till they faced each other.

"What's the matter, Bulma?"

"Where am I, Vegeta?" he saw the insecurity and questions in her eyes. He was prepared for them, and pulled her a little closer, while he thought of a way to start.

"You're on my ship."

"I thought something like that, yes. This is your own ship?"

"Yes, it is my ship as I am the Prince, but I see it more as our ship. Mine and my warriors, and yours."

"You have... warriors?"

"Yes, a squad of loyal Saiyans."

"Wow... You got to tell me about them later, but... what was happening on the space station?"

"We entered the space station, and caused some... confusion. It was the only way for us to get inside; your father would never have let us in, so we had to make ourselves a way in. And I lied... We did cause a tiny accident with his new fuel." Vegeta gave her a somewhat cocky grin. "I assure you, nobody was hurt in that explosion."

"Mmm, you blew up the mainframe, didn't you?"

"Yeah, we did."

"How did you find it?! Even I don't know where exactly in the station it is hidden."

"That's my little secret. After blowing up the mainframe and taking care of the guards, I came looking for you. I knew where you were, but when I saw you lying unconscious... You gave me quite the scare, woman."

"The explosions rocked the entire ship, and I lost my balance and fell with my head against my desk. Maybe next time, you can give me a warning and I'll hold onto something."

"There will be no next time. I'm not letting you out of my sight. Plus, I don't plan to blow up ships which have you on board."

"That's quite a relief... But what happened to the rest of the space station and the people on it... my father? She asked hesitantly.

"The space station is gone. We blew it up. Some escaped."

"Not my father, I think." She looked him straight in the eyes.

"No, not your father. Several other didn't make it either. The head of the guards, Yamcha is his name, I believe, had an accident as well..." She stared hard in his eyes, then let out a deep sigh, and looked away, a solemn expression on her face.

"I can't blame you... It's so very wrong, but... I can't blame you. I know why you've done it... I feel your reasons deep down, here," she lay a hand on her heart, "and now he can't hurt anyone anymore, but... shouldn't I feel sad, or at least feel something now you killed him?"

"I think you've lost whatever soft feelings you had for him long ago."

"Yes, but... those people... You killed them quickly? Just an execution?"

"Yes," he said quietly, but after seeing her questioning eyes, he turned his head away.

She lay a hand on his cheek and turned his head back, till they were looking at each other again.

"Promise me, that from now on, you always will be honest with me. No lies. You frighten me sometimes, Vegeta, and you're sometimes so dark and... threatening, but... Somehow, I love you. Your my lover and my friend. I don't want you to lie. Whatever you do or say, I can handle it. But be honest with me. Trust me, and I follow you everywhere, blindly... If you want me to, because... I, uhm..." She looked away, avoiding his eyes, blushing.

"I mean, I don't want to be obtrusive, or impose on you... You surely have many things to do, and I-"

"Stop, Bulma. Don't ever doubt that I want you with me. I told you; we're mates. Together, we can take on everything, everybody. You know, since I marked you all those years ago, I have felt the Call. It's what we call the need and want to be with your mate. It drove me half insane. Maybe I have really lost my mind, but I really can't tell the difference," he was pleased as he saw her giggle.

"Now that we have mated, " a fierce blushing made him smirk, "whenever we're apart, for longer periods of time, we will both feel the Call. You too, and I want to save you from it. And now that I've finally answered the Call, satisfied the needs... It felt too good, too whole, to ever let you go... It's too bad I have other duties, otherwise I would lock us both in this bedroom."

"Though it indeed sounds very nice, Vegeta, I bet there are other things to do... Erm, what are we going to do? Do you have any plans?"

"Yes, I have. And I will confer about them with you and my squad. Together, we will decide what to do. I think Bardock has some good suggestions too."

"Bardock?"

"The leader of the squad."

"You got to tell me about them, how you met them... I though all the Saiyans were in Frieza's service?"

"They decided they didn't like Frieza's and the King's orders, seeing where it lead them... They decided to search for me..."

"Mmm, I believe it's a rather long story... Will you tell me?"

"You better get some sleep. I don't know if you slept off the last effects of the drug I gave you for your head. And otherwise I know of something else to do..." He gave her a sexy smirk, then grinned outright as the blush returned with a vengeance.

"Well, uhm... sore?" She tried, half-heartedly. It did sound very tempting, and the things he made her feel... Wow.

"We'll make a deal then. I tell you a story, you fall asleep, then I wake you up and ravish you."

"Ravish me?" She fell into a fit of laughter. "You're sounding like some roguish bandit out of the eighteen century..."

"Wait till I get started... If you still have the breath to laugh."

"Ok, it's a deal," small giggles still erupted from her, and she looked at him with mischievous eyes. "I want to know everything, the moment you left in that ship we stole." Her expression turned into a serious one, and he felt all her relief flow through his mind. "I'm still so happy you survived."

"Me too. Now, hush, and let me tell. You better pay attention, because I won't repeat anything."

"I'm all ears." She snuggled deeper into his embrace and laid her head on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat. He started to talk, and in a few minutes she was in a deep sleep.

Vegeta smiled. He pulled her closer and was content to lay there, and just listen to her breathing and heartbeat.

Now, their life could begin.

It didn't matter what they would do. It didn't matter where they would go... Together they would face everything and everyone.

Let them come. Let them try. We can take them. If not... the gods favour us, and have already set a place for us... may it be heaven or hell. Honour them, we will. For we have each other.

The end of a very long one shot. I told you; Vegeta is sometimes a bit OOC... And for once, I liked writing him like this! So, this is the end, but perhaps, in the very far future, I write something about the squad and what they will plan to do next. Maybe, perhaps. I have so many other things to finish first! Thanks for all the reviews; you people are great!!