Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT or any of the characters in it. So don't sue!

~PART 1~

Uh… Bra gave me this – a fuzzy blue covered notebook with the word "Diary" written on the cover in big bubble letters – as my birthday present. She said that every girl needs a special place to write her private thoughts and feelings down and I was no exception.

Sure, whatever.

Look, I'm seriously not into the whole deal with the fuzzy covered diaries, pretty pink lip gloss, baby blue nail polish, and glittery gel pen. I have nothing against them; it's just that they are (as Bra always said) so not my style. Anyways, back to the current topic here about the diary. Since Bra was and still is my best friend, I am not going to hurt her feelings by tossing you, Dear Diary, into my garbage can. I think I'll just tear pages out of you and use them as scrap paper to doodle on… well, for the time being, you are going to be stashed under my mattress. Maybe one day I'll lose my sanity and actually write in you again.

Yeah right.

11/16

Jeez, I really hate Bra sometimes. Yes, she is my best friend but sometimes she can get so annoying. Take today from example, she clashed into my house 7 A.M in the morning (which can be considered a miracle since Bra never liked to wake up early) and pleaded for me to help her organize the upcoming dance that our school was having.

"Please, please, please, Pan!" she whined. "You have got to help me here, I'm begging you! Pretty PLEASE with a cherry on top!"

It's a school dance for heaven's sake! Who cares about a school dance? Now if there are new evil forces taking over the world, sure, I'll be there in a flash and be ready to kick some ass but this is just a little school dance – totally not worth wasting my time and energy.

That's exactly what I told Bra but she wasn't buying it. She did gave up on the pleading though and switched to blackmail. She threatened to tell Dad about the time when we stole a pack of cigarette from Bra's grandfather and smoked until we threw up. Good try, then I reminded her about how upset her father would be if he learned that his little princess was taking cancer sticks.

Next, she told me that she would tell my uncle that I was the one who stole the pearl necklace that he was planning to give to Pares for Christmas. Yes, but did she forget that it was her idea first and that the necklace is at this every minute, in her jewellery case?

So the blackmail scheme failed. Now she is trying the worst of all things – guilt.

"Pan, think about it! I'm the head of the dance committee; if this dance sucks then I might get kicked out off of the dance committee!"

Oh, relax Bra. Your family is a multi-billionaire, your brother is the world's most wanted bachelor, your dad is one of the strongest fighters in the universe, and your mother is practically on the covers of every single issue of Tech Today. They will still make you the head of the dance committee, no matter how much the dance sucked.

"How can you be so insensitive, Pan? It's more than just being in the committee, it's also about my reputation!" I watched as my blued-haired friend burst into tears and ran out my house, slamming the front door behind her.

I am sorry to say that I felt absolutely no compassion towards her. I mean, I have enough trouble as it was: Grandmother was pushing me to be the next Great Scholar; Mom was fixing me up with every boy she sees, Dad? Well, he's still mad that I put some blue streaks into my hair and he still wouldn't let me drive! Even though I am almost seventeen. Now my best friend is mad at me too.

My life SUCKS. L

11/17

Some good news for a change! I aced the major history test! I got a 97%, the second highest score in the class. Now I can't stop smiling, Grandmother will be proud of me! Maybe I'll treat myself to a piece of that triple layer chocolate cake Mom made last night.

Why am I still writing in this stupid diary? Better stop before this becomes a habit.

11/17

Grandmother was not pleased. She asked why I didn't study harder to get the highest mark in the class – which was a 98%. She said that Dad was the best student in his class when he was young.

I told her that I tried…and I really did. I studied so much the whole week before. I skipped going shopping with Marron and the Annual Cotton Candy Festival. Maybe I'm just plain dumb, too dumb to be the smartest kid.

Please pardon the tears stains on this page. I hate it when I cry, but sometimes I can't help it.

11/19

My mom is really becoming a pain in my ass. She fixed me on a blind date with the son of one of her high school friends. A BLIND DATE! Actually, it would be good if I were blind during the whole date because then I don't have to look at the hideous face of my…the nerd I am forced to sit near for three hours.

He is just DEFORMED! Please let me describe him to you, step-by-step, starting with his teeth. His teeth are crooked and black! Yes, not yellow, not orange like after you ate Cheeto but BLACK. I like black, it's one of my favourite colours or shades but it does not look good on one's teeth! He has braces too – pink (PINK!) ones that stuck out of his mouth every time he spoke.

His hair is… well, puke green. He must have dyed it with some cheap paint or something because it reeked of the smell of permanent markers. He has flakes too; I wish somebody should introduce Head and Shoulders to him!

His face is covered with acne, layers upon layers of it. I get pimples and zits myself occasionally but never this bad. I had never seen anyone with acne this bad. With his pink t-shirt and red jeans, he looked like a big pimple sitting here! Oh and did I mention that he wasn't exactly skinny either?

He has bad habits too. Belching, farting and picking his nose are just a few. I don't feel like talking about this weirdo anymore. This is just getting me more and more depressed. This had to be the worst three hours of my life. 

Mom said he was smart and came from a respectable family. I told her that if she wants me to marry a freak like that, she will have to kill me first and I do mean it. I'm so sick of being told what to do by everybody. One of these days, I'm gonna blow.

11/21

Trunks called, which was extremely weird since he never called me before, and asked me to wait for him at the little coffee house down my street. What do you think he wants?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Review, please?