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Authors Note: Just thought I'd try my hand at something new, sweet and simple. A little Bulma rant on her favorite saiyan. And I thought it would look better to have something else on my account other then just my one story. My attempt to get my name out there. Hopefully it will work.
Depending on how this does I might start a regular journal entry like story. The telling of Bulma's life though her eyes and words. Hn, maybe.
Anyhoo, I hope you like it. Its just a bit of melancholy and angst for ya. Gotta love it
Well on to the show.
mad melma
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Journal Entry July 9, 2003
Days like these suck! He's dropped into one of his brooding states again. Its doesn't happen often. He's had a lot of experience at hiding the pain but every now and again it hits him. Hits him hard. I'd though I was getting pretty good at predicting when these brooding episodes would occur. Usually after one of those nights where he wakes up in a cold sweat and wont tell me anything. Most of the time when those happen he just bolts from the room to beat it out of himself in some sort of act of self torture. On one occasion though he actually turned to me. I was speechless to say the least.
Today just happens to be one of those days. He's sitting out on the balcony right now just staring off into space. Trying to figure him out is like trying to figure out a way to get into Fort Knox in a clown suit. Its not gonna happen. I like to think I've started to chip away at his self- erected walls but on days like these the mortars impenetrable. Blocking me out like I was just some pesky insect.
He may grumble at me from time to time. "Fix the Gravity room, onna." " Get me some food." Same old condescending attitude, but I know the truth. I can see it in his eyes, when he actually looks at me. He tends to avoid me when his mask slips. You'd be surprised how much you can see in his eyes. He knows I can see it too. So I end up here, being avoided like the plague.
You'd think after all this time together, he'd tell me something. Give me just a little glimpse of what's haunting him, but no. All I can do is sit here and watch from afar.
What is new though is that he's taken to listening to music. Well, I'll tell you, that was a shock. The great and mighty prince actually partaking in something produced from this so-called mud ball. Maybe we're not so bad after all. He's stop sprouting off his "I'm going to send this planet to the next dimension" speech. It's actually been awhile since I've heard any alien hostility from him, now that I think about it. Wow, imagine that.
I just wish he'd let me in. I know he's hurting. There's so much I wish I could do to take away the planet of pain and guilt his carrying around with him. Ya you read me right, "guilt." Guilt at not being able to save his people. Guilt at not being able to free himself from Freiza for all those years. Guilt at being stuck on this "mud ball," and not living up to his inherited potential. That's a lot of luggage to be carried around by one person. With his damn pride though he'd have it no other way.
Well its not gonna stop me from trying. One day I'll get through. And when I do his ghosts are not going to now what hit them.
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Let me know what ya think. Should I make more entries or no? Oh and don't forget to check out my other story "Shadows of the Past". Feed back is always appreciated
Authors Note: Just thought I'd try my hand at something new, sweet and simple. A little Bulma rant on her favorite saiyan. And I thought it would look better to have something else on my account other then just my one story. My attempt to get my name out there. Hopefully it will work.
Depending on how this does I might start a regular journal entry like story. The telling of Bulma's life though her eyes and words. Hn, maybe.
Anyhoo, I hope you like it. Its just a bit of melancholy and angst for ya. Gotta love it
Well on to the show.
mad melma
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Journal Entry July 9, 2003
Days like these suck! He's dropped into one of his brooding states again. Its doesn't happen often. He's had a lot of experience at hiding the pain but every now and again it hits him. Hits him hard. I'd though I was getting pretty good at predicting when these brooding episodes would occur. Usually after one of those nights where he wakes up in a cold sweat and wont tell me anything. Most of the time when those happen he just bolts from the room to beat it out of himself in some sort of act of self torture. On one occasion though he actually turned to me. I was speechless to say the least.
Today just happens to be one of those days. He's sitting out on the balcony right now just staring off into space. Trying to figure him out is like trying to figure out a way to get into Fort Knox in a clown suit. Its not gonna happen. I like to think I've started to chip away at his self- erected walls but on days like these the mortars impenetrable. Blocking me out like I was just some pesky insect.
He may grumble at me from time to time. "Fix the Gravity room, onna." " Get me some food." Same old condescending attitude, but I know the truth. I can see it in his eyes, when he actually looks at me. He tends to avoid me when his mask slips. You'd be surprised how much you can see in his eyes. He knows I can see it too. So I end up here, being avoided like the plague.
You'd think after all this time together, he'd tell me something. Give me just a little glimpse of what's haunting him, but no. All I can do is sit here and watch from afar.
What is new though is that he's taken to listening to music. Well, I'll tell you, that was a shock. The great and mighty prince actually partaking in something produced from this so-called mud ball. Maybe we're not so bad after all. He's stop sprouting off his "I'm going to send this planet to the next dimension" speech. It's actually been awhile since I've heard any alien hostility from him, now that I think about it. Wow, imagine that.
I just wish he'd let me in. I know he's hurting. There's so much I wish I could do to take away the planet of pain and guilt his carrying around with him. Ya you read me right, "guilt." Guilt at not being able to save his people. Guilt at not being able to free himself from Freiza for all those years. Guilt at being stuck on this "mud ball," and not living up to his inherited potential. That's a lot of luggage to be carried around by one person. With his damn pride though he'd have it no other way.
Well its not gonna stop me from trying. One day I'll get through. And when I do his ghosts are not going to now what hit them.
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Let me know what ya think. Should I make more entries or no? Oh and don't forget to check out my other story "Shadows of the Past". Feed back is always appreciated