Chapter one
~*~ Vegeta's Diary ~*~
Dear Diary-
Bulma yelled at me again today. She told me that I'm an arogant jackass and that she regrets ever meeting me. I stormed off, as if to vent my rage in the Gravity Room. But really, I came in here to hide, so that she would not see the rivers of tears her words have caused me to shed. I love her so much, with all my heart, with all my soul, my entire being. And so I have spent the last half hour or so curled up in a fetal possition, sobs racking my body, causing me to shake and tremble. But I felt the need to vent my innermost thoughts to confide to you dearest diary. Oh, Kami, why does she insist on huring me so? Every word that she hurls at me in anger is like a knife stabbing me in the heart, twisting to do more damage than ever imagined. I hear footsteps.
~*~ End of Entry ~*~
"Vegeta?"
The indominable prince of the sayjins looked up, and flared at his visitor. He appeared extremely pissed, but he was secretly just hoping Kakarrot didn't notice his-
"Vegeta, are those..../tearstains/?!"
-tearstains.
"Of course not, Kakarrot. I'm sweating." he replied.
"But...it's only under your eyes...."
"So?"
"No where else....hey, what's that?" Goku said, bending over and pickingup the diary.
"Huh? Oh, it must be Bra's...you know how overemotionaly that brat is. Not at all like my Bree, she's a /true/ fighter. Of course, she takes after me, not at all like the way Bra takes after Bul-"
"Um, Vegeta?" Goku interrupted, holding back laughter.
"What is it, Kakarrot?"
"It says on the front page, 'Vegeta's Diary'."
"....So?"
Goku snickered. "You have a *laugh* /diary/?! Oo, the big bad prince of sayjins, so evil he keeps a *hysterical laughter* DIARY!" Goku cracked up.
"Gimme that, Kakarrot." Vegeta said, snatching the diary away.
Goku suddenly sobered up. "So why the tearstains?"
Vegeta glared at his fellow sayjin. "There. Were. No. Tearstains."
Goku just looked at him.
Vegeta crumbled.
"Bulma *sniff* HATES ME!" Vegeta began to cry again.
"Ummmm..."
Vegeta stopped. "Hey, why the hell are you here, anyways?"
"*sweatdrop* Heh, well, um....I wanted to see if you wanted to spar...but...um...can I read your diary?"
Vegeta, sniffling, handed the bok to Goku.
As the sayjin read through it, he was astounded at the depth of the entries. They were so poetic, so tortured. And there were songs written in there too, with titls like "The Rose" and "Hate & Forgotten".
"Wow, Vegeta" he finally said. "these are...deep."
"Of coures they are, Kakarrot." Vegeta snapped. "Just because I am the almighty prince of sayijns doesn't mean that I am unwitingly oblivious to all the beauty that graves this planet. Infact, just the other day I was taking a stroll through the park, and I saw the most beautiful flower. It was a rose, perfect in every way. And I cried, because I knew that one day, that beautiful rose would die, and the world would lose a little more of its innocence and beauty." Vegeta scowled. "Then some brat called me a fag and I blasted him into another dimension."
*silence. crickets are heard chirping in the bafkground.*
"Uh.....wow. And everyone always thought you were a cold, unfeeling jackass."
Vegeta's eyes welled up with tears. "you...you think that I'm a cold, unfeeling jackass?"
Goku decided to"play" dumb. "Jackass? What's that? Can you eat it?"
Vegeta just shook his head and sighed.
"Anywho," Goku said. "These are really good songs...I play guitar, you know. And I taught Goten how to play bass..."
"Your point, Kakarrot?"
"Well, Goten told me that Trunks plays drumks...and if you could sing, we could use your writing..."
Before Vegeta could even THINK about saying no, Trunks and Goten barged in.
"Yeah let's do it, let's make a band!" Goten said excitedly.
"No." Vegeta snapped.
"Why not?"
Vegeta just glared at him.
Trunks smirked. "He's probably too aftaid that Goku would be the favorite band member."
"WHAT?! LIKE HELL HE'LL BE THE FAVORITE!!" Vegeta roared
Trunks shrugged, still smirking. "I guess you'll never know."
"Fuck that. We're making a band."
~*~ Vegeta's Diary ~*~
Dear Diary-
Bulma yelled at me again today. She told me that I'm an arogant jackass and that she regrets ever meeting me. I stormed off, as if to vent my rage in the Gravity Room. But really, I came in here to hide, so that she would not see the rivers of tears her words have caused me to shed. I love her so much, with all my heart, with all my soul, my entire being. And so I have spent the last half hour or so curled up in a fetal possition, sobs racking my body, causing me to shake and tremble. But I felt the need to vent my innermost thoughts to confide to you dearest diary. Oh, Kami, why does she insist on huring me so? Every word that she hurls at me in anger is like a knife stabbing me in the heart, twisting to do more damage than ever imagined. I hear footsteps.
~*~ End of Entry ~*~
"Vegeta?"
The indominable prince of the sayjins looked up, and flared at his visitor. He appeared extremely pissed, but he was secretly just hoping Kakarrot didn't notice his-
"Vegeta, are those..../tearstains/?!"
-tearstains.
"Of course not, Kakarrot. I'm sweating." he replied.
"But...it's only under your eyes...."
"So?"
"No where else....hey, what's that?" Goku said, bending over and pickingup the diary.
"Huh? Oh, it must be Bra's...you know how overemotionaly that brat is. Not at all like my Bree, she's a /true/ fighter. Of course, she takes after me, not at all like the way Bra takes after Bul-"
"Um, Vegeta?" Goku interrupted, holding back laughter.
"What is it, Kakarrot?"
"It says on the front page, 'Vegeta's Diary'."
"....So?"
Goku snickered. "You have a *laugh* /diary/?! Oo, the big bad prince of sayjins, so evil he keeps a *hysterical laughter* DIARY!" Goku cracked up.
"Gimme that, Kakarrot." Vegeta said, snatching the diary away.
Goku suddenly sobered up. "So why the tearstains?"
Vegeta glared at his fellow sayjin. "There. Were. No. Tearstains."
Goku just looked at him.
Vegeta crumbled.
"Bulma *sniff* HATES ME!" Vegeta began to cry again.
"Ummmm..."
Vegeta stopped. "Hey, why the hell are you here, anyways?"
"*sweatdrop* Heh, well, um....I wanted to see if you wanted to spar...but...um...can I read your diary?"
Vegeta, sniffling, handed the bok to Goku.
As the sayjin read through it, he was astounded at the depth of the entries. They were so poetic, so tortured. And there were songs written in there too, with titls like "The Rose" and "Hate & Forgotten".
"Wow, Vegeta" he finally said. "these are...deep."
"Of coures they are, Kakarrot." Vegeta snapped. "Just because I am the almighty prince of sayijns doesn't mean that I am unwitingly oblivious to all the beauty that graves this planet. Infact, just the other day I was taking a stroll through the park, and I saw the most beautiful flower. It was a rose, perfect in every way. And I cried, because I knew that one day, that beautiful rose would die, and the world would lose a little more of its innocence and beauty." Vegeta scowled. "Then some brat called me a fag and I blasted him into another dimension."
*silence. crickets are heard chirping in the bafkground.*
"Uh.....wow. And everyone always thought you were a cold, unfeeling jackass."
Vegeta's eyes welled up with tears. "you...you think that I'm a cold, unfeeling jackass?"
Goku decided to"play" dumb. "Jackass? What's that? Can you eat it?"
Vegeta just shook his head and sighed.
"Anywho," Goku said. "These are really good songs...I play guitar, you know. And I taught Goten how to play bass..."
"Your point, Kakarrot?"
"Well, Goten told me that Trunks plays drumks...and if you could sing, we could use your writing..."
Before Vegeta could even THINK about saying no, Trunks and Goten barged in.
"Yeah let's do it, let's make a band!" Goten said excitedly.
"No." Vegeta snapped.
"Why not?"
Vegeta just glared at him.
Trunks smirked. "He's probably too aftaid that Goku would be the favorite band member."
"WHAT?! LIKE HELL HE'LL BE THE FAVORITE!!" Vegeta roared
Trunks shrugged, still smirking. "I guess you'll never know."
"Fuck that. We're making a band."
