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Journal Entry 1:
Father has given me this notebook of sorts, so I am obligated to use it at least once. A gift from "the King" they said. Well he can take his gift and shove it up his ass for all I care!
That bastard! That dick! That fucking lying son-of-a-bitch! How could he! WHY?! Does the man have NO honor? No pride? No respect? Does he even care…?
It isn't his fault entirely I suppose. The lizard freak is at fault as much as he is, if not more. My father, King Vegeta, has given control of our army to him.
Him would be referring to Frieza, the evil tyrant, leader of the Planet Trade Organization. He is the cold-blooded killer who has "formed an alliance" with my father. He believes me to be ignorant of what is really going on. I may be young, but I am not a fool.
That demented creature thinks he can just barge in here and have us bend to his will? We are a warrior race! He cannot control us! My father has no faith in his own people. I want to prove to him that the Saiyans bow to NO-ONE.
-Vegeta