Gohan was bored. B-O-R-E-D, bored. There was no other way to describe it. He was just lying on his bed, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. He had nothing better to do. He had already finished his homework for the whole week, and his mother didn't have anymore prepared. Her lessons were starting to slow down due to her pregnancy. It seemed that baby was affecting most things in Gohan's life. Gohan had even considered training again, just in case, but had quickly dismissed the idea. There were no bad guys and he hated training. There was really nothing more to it.

His eyes scanned his room for some sort of activity to occupy him. He had never had much free-time before, and if he had, he would spend it out in the woods. But that had been childhood curiosity. Innocence. Something Gohan had long since lost. There was not much in his room other than his desk and his books, He had never had a hobby before. He had never had the time nor the desire.

His eyes, once again, fell on the purple leather book that lay on his desk. He hadn't touched the thing for weeks, but he had thought about it constantly. His mother had gave it to him, which made him want to write in it just for her. But, at the same time, he didn't dare write in it. What would he even write? He was scared of what might happen if he did. Contrary to what was shown on the outside, Gohan was a very emotional boy. And he wasn't very skilled at dealing with those emotions.

Piccolo's words echoed through Gohan's head. 'Suicide is a stupid idea! A stupid fucking idea!'

Just thinking about the words gave Gohan enough reason not to go through with it. Though the idea had still crossed his mind every now and again, it hadn't happened anywhere near as often and he hadn't tried to carry it out since. It remained just that, an idea. But, as hard as Gohan tried, he couldn't curb his habit; his addiction. He wasn't as vigorous or as aggressive with it, but he still believed that his trusty razor was his only friend.

Which then brought his thoughts back to the purple book. His mother had told him that it would help him sort out his feelings. But did he want to sort them out? Did that little book really have that much power? Figuring that it was the best activity that he could do for now, he stood up and walked over to the desk. He plopped himself down into the wooden chair and hesitantly reached for the book. He set it in front of him, grabbed a pen, and opened the journal.

Automatically he drew a blank. He didn't even know where to start! C'mon Gohan, you've written a couple dozen essays in your life and you can do this. It's not even going to be graded! He tapped the end of his pen to his chin as he thought. He sighed. If he's going to start, he's going to start right. He touched his pen to the paper and watched as the words formed.

Hi. My name is Son Gohan. I am eleven years old. This, is my journal.

A/N: Damn! This is the shortest damn thing that I have ever written in my entire life! I swear and promise you all that my chapters are normally much, much longer than this! Think of this as more of a prologue/review chapter. :) Tell me in the reviews what you thought and if I should post another chapter! (I mean, I will but I want feedback from you guys so I can improve!) Thank you all for taking the time to read my embarrassingly short first chapter!

~animegirl336

(P.S. I PROMISE that the next chapter will be longer. Maybe not what I normally put out, but much longer than this one!)