Chapter two
~*~ Vegeta's Diary Entry ~*~
Dear Diary-
Goku, Goten, Trunks and I formed a band. It's an emo band that we decided to call Love Sucks. There's an interesting story behind our name. We had been furiously debating the subject when Bra and Bree walked in. You can tell my babies are growing up, just from the way they walk. Mature, self-composed...Their very auras immediately command the attention of everyone in the room. They still match clothes pretty often, although they usually wear different colors: They haven't worn the /exact/ same clothes since they were five...twelve years ago. Twelve years, gone in the blink of an eye. But anyways, the girls strutted in wearing their nearly-identical outfits - black bondage miniskirts, black fishnet tights, combat boots, and t-shirts they got from Hot Topic. In big letters on the front - Love Sucks. And a band was born.
~*~ End of Entry ~*~
"You WHAT?!" Chichi's frying pan was dangeroulsy high in the air.
"*sweatdrop* Started a band with Vegeta and Trunks?"
"Goku do you know how much that will cost us?! Rides, instraments, shirts, we'll go bankrupt! You already don't work and now we have to support the band. And FOOD! With all that you eat..." Chichi's eyes widened. "Oh dear. Four sayjins in a band. There is not enough food on the earth for that."
"Well," Goku said. "Pretty soon we'll get famous and then we won't be broke!"
Chichi just shook her head. "It won't happen." She started to cry. "I just can't take this anymore! I WANT A DIVORCE!" She yelled, slamming the frying pan down on goku's head.
~*~ Vegeta's Diary Entry ~*~
Dear Diary-
Goku, Goten, Trunks and I formed a band. It's an emo band that we decided to call Love Sucks. There's an interesting story behind our name. We had been furiously debating the subject when Bra and Bree walked in. You can tell my babies are growing up, just from the way they walk. Mature, self-composed...Their very auras immediately command the attention of everyone in the room. They still match clothes pretty often, although they usually wear different colors: They haven't worn the /exact/ same clothes since they were five...twelve years ago. Twelve years, gone in the blink of an eye. But anyways, the girls strutted in wearing their nearly-identical outfits - black bondage miniskirts, black fishnet tights, combat boots, and t-shirts they got from Hot Topic. In big letters on the front - Love Sucks. And a band was born.
~*~ End of Entry ~*~
"You WHAT?!" Chichi's frying pan was dangeroulsy high in the air.
"*sweatdrop* Started a band with Vegeta and Trunks?"
"Goku do you know how much that will cost us?! Rides, instraments, shirts, we'll go bankrupt! You already don't work and now we have to support the band. And FOOD! With all that you eat..." Chichi's eyes widened. "Oh dear. Four sayjins in a band. There is not enough food on the earth for that."
"Well," Goku said. "Pretty soon we'll get famous and then we won't be broke!"
Chichi just shook her head. "It won't happen." She started to cry. "I just can't take this anymore! I WANT A DIVORCE!" She yelled, slamming the frying pan down on goku's head.