Bulma's Diary
Dear diary,
Fifteen years ago when I was three I was sent to the planet of the Saiyans. They are almost like humans, they have incredible physical power and they have tails, also when they look at a full moon they turn into monkeys. These creatures are capable to love for their strength is as strong as their hearts.
I live in a palace that is always humming with exitment. Some call it the haze that never sleeps. Many hundreds of servants take good care of me. Considering all these people I am an orphan. I never knew my parents. All I have is a picture, my smiling father aand radiant mother so ready to embrace me but just out of reach. My father has gray hair and a moustache and sparkling eyes so extatic about life and ready to take on the world. My mother, well what can I say, we could be mistaken for sisters except for the part that she has canary golden hair and mine is purple.
When I'm in trouble I know who to turn to, my parents will always listen, though I don't know the sound of their voices. They would never turn me down. This picture is all I have, crumpled edges and fading colors, signs of wear and tear that come with me lovingly holding the picture to say good morning or good night or when I need help.
Dear diary,
I found out what I am doing here on my eighteenth birthday. A feast was held and our colossal ballroom was flooded with guests. I found out that my future was planned as I was restless in my mothers womb as she visited my new home to be.
The king kindly took me aside and confronted me. He explained that my parents planned for me to marry the oldest son of the king by the name of Nappa. On my next birthday, when I turn nineteen, I am to be wed to a stranter I have only heard of. This is to be done to improve relations between earth and this planet.
Noone understands what it feels like to be told that I have to become queen and reproduce with a man I don't desire. But for now I'm free, free to walk without the heaving burden of a wedding ring weighing down my ring finger.
Dear diary,
I was informed today that I am to live untill my wedding day in the royal place. Nappa will be sent of to do army training in order to be of enough experience to be married. I am not allowed to see him or him me untill we are leagally bound.
Dear diary,
In my new room, yet I don't believe I have the right to call it my. I am to attend supper today with the king and his younger son; I think his name is Vegeta. I have heard a few times that he is hard, arrogant and vain. I shalll find out today, shan't I. Many other guests will attend but I am to sit at an exclusive royal table with my soon to be father and brother-in-law. They say there will be dancing, music and good food. But nothing, or at least I believe so, can take my mind of the events to come.
Many months are still to come before I shall become a wife. But it will not make up the time I will spend on matters I do not care for.
Well the time has come for me to abort my writings and be engulfed in the sweet sand of symphony. Formal wear is a must so I will wear a dress, my favourite dress in fact. Black is the color, it is just long enough to sweep the floor and the strapless bodice is detailed in small emralds to catch the light and bring out the color of my eyes.
I pray tonight wont falter.
Dearest diary,
Last night, oh last night, it was different. It was what you could call magical but that does not describe the light, bewitching feeling, its like I was flying. It was the feeling you get from spinning to the slow music of the finest orchestra in a gigantic ballroom in the arms of a man you are actually attracted to!
But let me start form the beginning like you'd want me to! I'm just too happy to think.
It began last night, as I got ready in my best attire and one of the servants called upon me to explain that dinner was served. I was escorted to my seat through dozens of small tables where the other hundreds of juests sat.
As I arrived both the company stood at my presence and I was introduced to the king an ofcourse Vegeta, who I was mesmerized by, and how could someone not be?
He had the blackest hair imaginable, kind eyes, a strong built body held him straight and slightly taller than me. His white sirt stiff around his neck and a cymetrical bow tie black and empty. His jacket was as black as his hair and his shimmering gold cufflings had his initials, 'V.S.', studded on to them in a white sparking stone, most likely diamonds as that is the preference of saiyans. His legs straight were covered with the most flawless pants and his shoes were polished black leather.
We sat down and politely I snuck small glimpses of his eyes, they were so deep in thought, sad thought. His heart is like wax, he needs me, the flame, to soften it.
Dinner was brought in by clean cut waiters, dish after dish after dish of extravagant meals were served on huge silver platters. The hall was alive with light as the musicians were slowly strumming away at their instruments.
But the atmosphere was shattered as a saiyan official stopped the music and was comming towards our table. He bowed low to the king and quickly said that there was and important matter to take care of concerning someone or something by the name of Freeza and it could not wait. The king quickly scurried away before requesting that everyone continued without him.
The music started up and the conversation followed, but not at my table. There was an uncomfortable silence as Vegeta and I eyed each other.
And then he spoke. He has a deep voice with emotion, it sounded like music to me.
"So, you are the one," – He said.
"Excuse me?" – I replied.
"The one to marry my brother."
"Yes, yes I am." – I replied trying to be polite to a man who had so much influence over my life.
"I feel sorry for you, for he is unworthy."
"May I ask? Unworthy of what exactly?"
"Unworthy of you, of cours." – He said quietly, so quietly I had to lean in closer to hear. Maybe even he said it to himself.
As soon as he said it he stood up and asked if I cared to dance. I thought he did this to take my mind from pondering his last words.
His strong hands big around my tiny and fragile waist, practically lifting me of my feet untill I was flying as he tightly held me totaly in control. My hands were touching his strong and muscular chest through the bright white shirt. I was in a dream, completely lost in his dark brown, almost black eyes as he watched me intenlty.
We jsut danced, twirling and spinning through song after song of violins, violas and other string instruments. My heart beat seemed to be the beat to our steps and the music.
But all things must come to an end but he slipped and handkerchief into my hand. As I got back I read what it said, "Meet me at one am in the winter gardens". Oh no! I'm late.
Dear diary,
Fifteen years ago when I was three I was sent to the planet of the Saiyans. They are almost like humans, they have incredible physical power and they have tails, also when they look at a full moon they turn into monkeys. These creatures are capable to love for their strength is as strong as their hearts.
I live in a palace that is always humming with exitment. Some call it the haze that never sleeps. Many hundreds of servants take good care of me. Considering all these people I am an orphan. I never knew my parents. All I have is a picture, my smiling father aand radiant mother so ready to embrace me but just out of reach. My father has gray hair and a moustache and sparkling eyes so extatic about life and ready to take on the world. My mother, well what can I say, we could be mistaken for sisters except for the part that she has canary golden hair and mine is purple.
When I'm in trouble I know who to turn to, my parents will always listen, though I don't know the sound of their voices. They would never turn me down. This picture is all I have, crumpled edges and fading colors, signs of wear and tear that come with me lovingly holding the picture to say good morning or good night or when I need help.
Dear diary,
I found out what I am doing here on my eighteenth birthday. A feast was held and our colossal ballroom was flooded with guests. I found out that my future was planned as I was restless in my mothers womb as she visited my new home to be.
The king kindly took me aside and confronted me. He explained that my parents planned for me to marry the oldest son of the king by the name of Nappa. On my next birthday, when I turn nineteen, I am to be wed to a stranter I have only heard of. This is to be done to improve relations between earth and this planet.
Noone understands what it feels like to be told that I have to become queen and reproduce with a man I don't desire. But for now I'm free, free to walk without the heaving burden of a wedding ring weighing down my ring finger.
Dear diary,
I was informed today that I am to live untill my wedding day in the royal place. Nappa will be sent of to do army training in order to be of enough experience to be married. I am not allowed to see him or him me untill we are leagally bound.
Dear diary,
In my new room, yet I don't believe I have the right to call it my. I am to attend supper today with the king and his younger son; I think his name is Vegeta. I have heard a few times that he is hard, arrogant and vain. I shalll find out today, shan't I. Many other guests will attend but I am to sit at an exclusive royal table with my soon to be father and brother-in-law. They say there will be dancing, music and good food. But nothing, or at least I believe so, can take my mind of the events to come.
Many months are still to come before I shall become a wife. But it will not make up the time I will spend on matters I do not care for.
Well the time has come for me to abort my writings and be engulfed in the sweet sand of symphony. Formal wear is a must so I will wear a dress, my favourite dress in fact. Black is the color, it is just long enough to sweep the floor and the strapless bodice is detailed in small emralds to catch the light and bring out the color of my eyes.
I pray tonight wont falter.
Dearest diary,
Last night, oh last night, it was different. It was what you could call magical but that does not describe the light, bewitching feeling, its like I was flying. It was the feeling you get from spinning to the slow music of the finest orchestra in a gigantic ballroom in the arms of a man you are actually attracted to!
But let me start form the beginning like you'd want me to! I'm just too happy to think.
It began last night, as I got ready in my best attire and one of the servants called upon me to explain that dinner was served. I was escorted to my seat through dozens of small tables where the other hundreds of juests sat.
As I arrived both the company stood at my presence and I was introduced to the king an ofcourse Vegeta, who I was mesmerized by, and how could someone not be?
He had the blackest hair imaginable, kind eyes, a strong built body held him straight and slightly taller than me. His white sirt stiff around his neck and a cymetrical bow tie black and empty. His jacket was as black as his hair and his shimmering gold cufflings had his initials, 'V.S.', studded on to them in a white sparking stone, most likely diamonds as that is the preference of saiyans. His legs straight were covered with the most flawless pants and his shoes were polished black leather.
We sat down and politely I snuck small glimpses of his eyes, they were so deep in thought, sad thought. His heart is like wax, he needs me, the flame, to soften it.
Dinner was brought in by clean cut waiters, dish after dish after dish of extravagant meals were served on huge silver platters. The hall was alive with light as the musicians were slowly strumming away at their instruments.
But the atmosphere was shattered as a saiyan official stopped the music and was comming towards our table. He bowed low to the king and quickly said that there was and important matter to take care of concerning someone or something by the name of Freeza and it could not wait. The king quickly scurried away before requesting that everyone continued without him.
The music started up and the conversation followed, but not at my table. There was an uncomfortable silence as Vegeta and I eyed each other.
And then he spoke. He has a deep voice with emotion, it sounded like music to me.
"So, you are the one," – He said.
"Excuse me?" – I replied.
"The one to marry my brother."
"Yes, yes I am." – I replied trying to be polite to a man who had so much influence over my life.
"I feel sorry for you, for he is unworthy."
"May I ask? Unworthy of what exactly?"
"Unworthy of you, of cours." – He said quietly, so quietly I had to lean in closer to hear. Maybe even he said it to himself.
As soon as he said it he stood up and asked if I cared to dance. I thought he did this to take my mind from pondering his last words.
His strong hands big around my tiny and fragile waist, practically lifting me of my feet untill I was flying as he tightly held me totaly in control. My hands were touching his strong and muscular chest through the bright white shirt. I was in a dream, completely lost in his dark brown, almost black eyes as he watched me intenlty.
We jsut danced, twirling and spinning through song after song of violins, violas and other string instruments. My heart beat seemed to be the beat to our steps and the music.
But all things must come to an end but he slipped and handkerchief into my hand. As I got back I read what it said, "Meet me at one am in the winter gardens". Oh no! I'm late.