Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters yadda yadda yadda. All I have is my over active imagination and my lap top.

What's Going On: You ever have those days where you wake up and see something, anything, that brings back old memories. I found a journal that I used to keep when I was in middle school and I laughed my way through most of it. There were certain parts that were….shall we say tender…

Pairing: B/V G/C and whatever else I feel like throwing in.

Chapter One

Day One: How it all started.

Bulma's POV

I can remember those days like they were yesterday. It feels odd to know that so many years have passed. I remember distinctly how everything seemed to be so easy. I regret the things I did but I know I can't change them. I know I wouldn't if I had the chance. Everything that happens happened for a reason and the events of your past shape the person you become. I just wish some of it was not so painful. I often wonder what it would be like if I could go back and see myself then. Perhaps things would have turned out a little different. Well I think that is enough for tonight it's late and Daddy needs me early tomorrow morning for some big meeting. Goodnight Old Friend

Closing the leather bound diary she sat back in her big plush chair. For a moment she just looked at the book so many years, tears, and dreams it held. She didn't know why she even kept that thing. She supposed it was because the book was the only way she could express what she felt. The only place she knew her inner most thoughts would be safe. Sighing she set the book inside its drawer and locked it away until the next time. Slipping the little gold key under her jewelry box she couldn't help but let her mind wonder back to what she had written. So many nights she had thought the same thing. "Why couldn't things be different?" Shaking her head she wouldn't think about it anymore. Dwelling on the past prevented one from living in the present and hoping for the future. She slipped off her silky robe and settled into her four post king sized bed. It took her a moment to realize her gaze had drifted back to her desk, back to the drawer with the diary. "I wonder what he's doing now." With a deep sigh she closed her tired eyes and went to bed.

Page 1

This Diary Belongs to Bulma Breifs so stay out!

"Daddy, why do we have to move? I like North City. All of my friends are here! What am I going to do in Satan City!" A 14 year old Bulma whined as she stomped her foot at the top of the stairs. The movers were walking up and down passing her as they carried boxes of her stuff away to the truck.

"Now Sweet Pea we already talked about this. You know that since the company is growing we have to open a new branch. As the head of the company I need to be there to make sure things start off smoothly. And besides Satan City is much bigger than North City there will be tons of stuff to do there. It not like you don't have friends there as well. What about your little brunette friend that you see all the time when you go visit your grandmother? Shouldn't you be a little more exited that you'll be closer to her? And what about that nice boy with the spiky hair that you are so fond of teasing? Come now Bulma, it wont be so bad. Now why don't you go get your suit case and come down to the living room. I'm sure the movers would like to do their jobs in peace sweet heart." Dr. Breifs reasoned with his little blue haired teenager. He was used to the temper she had when things didn't go the way she wanted but this was something that had to be done. The move would be good for them. He watched with a pleased smiled as she stomped her foot and then headed back down the hall to her room.

The next morning Bulma looked out of the little airplane window. Every minute they were flying took her further and further away from her home. Looking over her shoulder she saw her parents flipping merrily through a big book that said, "Satan City Guide: Must see and Must do". Rolling her eyes she put her head phones back on and continued to sulk. Her Grandmother had died last year and the house had been completely renovated according to her father's wishes. Another detail which only seemed to aggravate her. Her father had known they would be opening a new branch in Satan City, which was why the house was renovated in the first place. Neither of her parents had told her until the last moment. In her mind a week was not enough to say "good bye best friends. I'll never see you again."

Her parents had only reminded her that she couldn't stay attached to her friends her whole life. People grow up, they move away, it is the way life works. People come and go. You just have to learn to appreciate them while they're there and remember them when they are gone. The sound of the over head speaker interrupted her thoughts. Apparently they would be landing in Satan City within the hour. "Oh the joy." She mumbled sarcastically. Closing her eyes she leaned her head back against the little seat and tried to block everything else out by listening to her music.

The plane landed smoothly and being first class her and her family were attended to first. The airport was huge. She felt her father's hand on her shoulder and then watched as he led her mother away to the baggage claim. Hesitantly she followed not really being in a rush to grab her bags and restart her whole life. There was a limo waiting for them outside of the airport. With one last glance at the airport behind her she slumped her shoulders in defeat and got in behind her parents.

Her grandmother's house was nothing like she remembered and nothing like their old house. It seemed to be more modern than her old house if that was even possible. Then again with a genius like her father she supposed there was nothing he couldn't invent if he put his mind to it. Apparently he wanted this house to be top of the line technology wise and her mother had been right at his side. The well tended garden and newly planted rose bushes were proof of that. While her father may have been a genius in science her mother certainly knew her stuff when it came to home décor. Her mother had been in on the move as well.

"I know this isn't what you want darling but just give it some time. Who knows you may find you actually like it here." Dr. Breifs encouraged watching as she glared at the various boxes scattered about her new room.

"I don't want to like it here. I want to go home."

"I'll make you a deal. You give it an honest effort and I will buy you a brand new car for your 16th birthday."

She hated being bribed but what teenager would turn down a brand new car. As a result of the deal the boxes were unpacked and her new room looked half way decent before the end of the night. Looking up at her alarm clock she pushed an empty box out of her way and crawled into her 'fit for a Princess' bed, or so her father had claimed. The silver pillows felt like heaven after such a long day of unpacking. It wasn't long before she was in a blissful sleep. Her parents stood in her door frame just watching her for a moment.

"I told you a new car would be enough to convince her to give it a shot." Dr. Breifs smiled as he closed the door and offered his arm to his wife.

"She doesn't need to know we were already going to do that." Bunny laughed as they headed to the opposite side of the mansion to their master suit.

Bulma's POV

All night I couldn't shake the first entry of my diary. All my dreams started off as people coming in and packing my house. They ended up with me falling asleep in a strange bed surrounded by packing peanuts and plastic bubble wrap. When I woke up I had the strangest feeling that I would see it all again. That my floor would be covered with those little peanuts that crunched under my feet and the bubbles I loved to pop. Looking at my desk I felt the urge to go sit down and read another page. The changing red numbers of my alarm clock caught my attention and I swore under my breath getting out of bed. If I hurried I wouldn't be late today.