Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or Prince Vegeta, damn wish I did though.
a/n – the dates are just there as a timeframe, I'm perfectly aware that DBZ doesn't take place in 2000. K?
DATE: Monday June 24, 2000
SUBJECT: Birthday gift?
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The noisy, annoying woman has insisted on making note of the day that I arrived on this retched mud hole called Earth. Apparently, she has dubbed this day as my birthday whatever that is. On my home planet, the only thing that was important about a birth was if the brat would be able to fight, after that so what. There is no need to celebrate the day when a slimy little fur ball emerged screaming from his mother's womb. So, in recognition of my 'birthday' the woman has presented me with this diary to, and I quote, "Preserve all of your thoughts that you want to say but won't." Such sap! Anyway, she's insisted that I write in it and so she is watching over my shoulder reading every word that I write and I now realize that she is going to hit me once I'm finished with this.
DATA ENTRY COMPLETE
