" I'm not letting you leave here until you write something... anything in it!" Bulma screeched as she slammed the door shut. Vegeta close his eyes and tried to relax as he heard the blue harpy locking the door behind him. Slowly he let out his breath and looked down. There in front of him was a dark red journal. The prince ran his fingers across the dark read leather bound cover and the coolness of the leather bound journal brought a smile on his face and in Bulma fashion the journal had his name etched in gold right in the middle. She was hard to live with but he couldn't deny that she had good taste in things and always knew what he liked. " Fuck..." he whispered " Might as well as start writing in the damn thing." he huffed out.
Bulma began dragging him to couples therapy after he had been acting a lot more aggressive and more seclusive than normal but even that didn't even help. Not like the prince would ever indulge to the human about his "issues."
The tsundering prince grabbed his ink pen and began to write.
ENTRY ONE:
JUNE 10TH
Well not sure what to write. The blue haired harpy has me like a prisoner in here trying to force stupid human things on to me. For fucks sakes it's a journal how could a journal possibly help me?
I am the Prince of all Saiyans and I do not need and help from any human on this pathetic mudball.
However... I do like that I can lock up this journal.
~ Vegeta
Hey I know short forgive me but that's kinda how its gonna be. Vegeta is writing in a journal and well I'm sure the prince won't have a lot to say in the beginning. I wonder what out tsundering prince is going to write about? Hmmm?
~ MIRA-CHAN2