Date: October 22, 3065 ( The Future )

Dear Diary,

Mom said I couldn't train anymore.

I'm so mad.

Why won't she let me?

It's the only way I'm going to get stronger. Even Gohan said that.

I don't know what to do anymore. I'll just go back to bed.

I hate them still.

Good night,

Bra Briefs


Date: October 22, 3065 ( The Same Day )

Dear Diary,

I almost forgot today is the day when Gohan died. I just realized that when Mom knocked on the door and asked me if I wanted to go see his grave.

I pulled on my cleanest dress, brushed my hair, and ran out the door, almost running into my mother.

"That was fast," Mom said with a smile. I could tell she was evil-grinning me since I was well-dressed for Gohan –or what's left of him.

"It's probably the only training I'll get today," I said playfully. We both laughed and walked down the run-down hallway of the ruins of Capsule Corp.

When we were outside, the ground was wet and muddy. There were lots of shards of glass, crumbled cement, and dead bodies of civilians who used to populate West City.

I walked with my mom, carefully avoiding from stepping on dead people and praying for each one that I passed by.

Mostly, we walked in silence until we reached Gohan's grave.

His grave wasn't much. We buried him in a refrigerator – a really BIG refrigerator. His headstone was just a sofa with permanent marker that said:

GOHAN SON

OUR MOST TREASURED HERO

3034-3060

BE PROUD

"Hello, Gohan," Mom said as if he were there. Tears were forming in my eyes, but I didn't stop them from sliding down my cheeks. "Me and Bra are here to see you."

The wind blew and my dress fluttered around.

"Hi, Gohan," I said as I wiped away my tears. "I'm going to kick those android's motherboards and send them to the trash because they can't be recycled!" At the same time, I felt angry, but sad.

Mom set a hand on my shoulder and we stayed silent. Blurred by my tears, I saw a hint of blue –not a dark navy blue, but a bright blue. Quickly, without caring the least bit about my dress, I knelt down on the dirt and cleared my eyes. Sitting, sprouting, growing from Gohan's burial was a small, delicate blue flower. Gently, with the tips of my fingers, I brushed against it. One tiny sign of life gave me hope. I smiled and telepathically said 'thank you'. I don't know if it was my mind or the wind, but I heard a 'save the world'.

We left the burial site and walked back home. I didn't dare to pick the blue flower because it was too beautiful and it was growing. After the androids have destroyed practically all life, a little fragile flower was able to grow. Maybe that blue flower isn't as weak as everyone thinks. Maybe that blue flower is strong and capable.

Maybe the blue flower is like me.

Love,

Bra Briefs