Dear diary,

Hey... long time no see! Its me again, Lacey. Last time I wrote things were a lot simpler lemme tell ya! Since our last departure I have become a hot mess. I have become a thief. I have become a hero. I have become a home wrecker. I have become a home builder. I have become a stronger person and I have become a weaker person all at once.

But the biggest change of them all.

I have become madly in love with none other than Son Goku the devil himself.

One problem. He is married and has a kid. Did that stop me?

Well anyone who knows me knows how terrible of a human being I am.

Over and out,

Lacey Briefs

#laceythecrazy #cameinlikeawreckerball

Growing up with the fabulous Bulma Briefs was the most difficult challenge anyone could ever face.

I remember waking up every morning looking in the mirror and groaning with disappointment because puberty could never do me justice like it had done to my big sister. Her hair was such an eye popping blue and her eyes matched it perfectly. She was tall and had awesome curves to say the least. The lady had such perfect skin too! It was pale but still had a certain radiance to it. How she managed that, the world may never know.

In contrast, there was me. I had our fathers not so bright lavender hair, and if that wasn't bad enough, my mothers curls had sneaked their way into my genes giving me a mop top of wavy disaster. To break all of the rumors, no. my mother does not have a perm. It is all NatURal. Yep. I'm living proof of that. My height is decent i guess. I'm no dwarf, but I'm no where near model height! My skin is pretty pale as well, except mine doesn't have that glorious glow to it. I've tried everything, foundation, tanning. Heck. Even spray tanning! Lets just say... never again. I turned out to look like a carrot and cheetos love child.

And if you listen close, you can still hear the sound of my dignity and pride dieing to this very day.

R.I.P. dignity. See ya later. Goodbye old pal.

I cant even say that I am the smart one! You know how in most cliches one sister is the dumb pretty one and the other is a genius mediocre looking one? Nope. My story aint a cliche.

Bulma is the typical perfect Mary Sue.

Not only was she older than me, prettier than me, more popular than me, more loved than me, friendlier than me, but she was also my parents favorite to say the least. I mean, seriously. They let that girl skip years of school so she could go on some stupid fairy tale adventure to find some magical balls that would release a dragon to grant her her wish: the perfect guy.

Face palms. Sighs. Repeats.

She was already miss perfect! All she had to do was wait a few years! I take that back. A few minutes! She has always had a line up of boys at her feet, all practically begging for her hand in marriage.

But.

Then again who am I to complain? I wouldnt have ever met Goku of it werent for her childish impatience.