Vegeta's journal
*cough *"Man, this place is dusty!" Trunks coughed as he entered the attic of the Capsule Corporation manor.
"Yeah *cough * I don't think I've seen so much dust in my life before! "Bra, for once, agreed with his brother.
" No wonder mom never let us come up here. It IS bad for your health. What did we come up here for again?" Trunks asked.
"The old digi-cam."
"Oh-yeah!" The siblings looked around the humongous attic. They sighed. It was going to be a long day.
******After a while****
"Oh, it's been an hour and still we haven't found the stupid camera!" cried Bra. "And we're NEVER gonna!" Trunks just sighed as he popped down next to his sister, on the old rug.
"Hey, what's this?" Trunks pulled something out from under him. It was a simple notebook, but it looked really old, which wasn't surprising since they were in the attic. He opened it. It read:
"Okay. I'm only writing this because I'm at the edge of a nervous breakdown. And since I won't confess to any other living being, but I got to get this stuff out of me, I'm going to take the woman's advice and .I can't bring myself to say it. Err, write it. I'm, I'm, I'm actually writing a diary! Sigh I'm probably going to burn it when I'm done. All right. Let's start with the basics. I'm a saiyan. Member of a warrior race, born with the sixth sense to fight, equipped with monkey-like-tails. I'm the prince of saiyans, bred to be the best. My name is, here it goes, Prince Vegeta Roch Tanasama Firt Sastan Tikarando Pandanias the fifth. I only use Vegeta. I find the others embarrassing. Not that Vegeta isn't embarrassing. I had plenty of Vegetable-heads and -breaths in my life. But Vegeta just sounds superior. Anyway, here's my story:(it's pretty complicated.)
I was born on the planet Vegeta. (Obviously.) My father was King Vegeta and my mother Queen Rosicheena. Guldo (the god of my planet) blessed me (more like cursed me) with twelve sisters."
" Oh my Kami, this is dad's diary!" cried Trunks.
"We have twelve aunts?" Bra cried. The two started at each other.
"Well, stop staring at me and read on!" Bra yelled.
"Oh, okay."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Those twelve little brats were my best friends in my short childhood. Of course, back then; I was respected for I was the prince. Unfortunately. You know it's not all it cracks up to be. I had to learn music, (I play about 25 instruments), had to learn how to cook, learn languages (I speak the total of. um, 75. Or 76. I lost count.) I had to learn how to dance. * Shudders* I had to have etiquette. I had to be polite, yadi, yadi yadda. And of course I had to train. But that was enjoyable. I loved training with father. I miss him dearly. I remember when I was seven my father sent me on a mission. I never went on one before. I was scared. Scared I would fail and be a disgrace.
I walked into the throne room of the port. My knees were wobbly; my worry was already eating me from the inside. The guards exited and I was left alone with my father. His giant figure stood looming over the window, his back turned to me. I held back a shiver as the silence crept over us.
"Come here my son." His voice missed that cheerful hint. It was determined. I didn't bother thinking why, I let it slide. He only had this kind of voice when he caught me doing something bad. My mind rushed back on the last 32 hours (a day). The only thing I could be in trouble for would be eating without permission from the (royal) cookie jar. I unconsusly gulped aloud. Slowly I stepped to my father's side. Looking up to his face I saw it was either mad or really sad.
"Yes father?"
"My son, you are the prince of a warrior race. A race that is at the edge of perfection. A race that uses its chi to blast, build, destroy, kill, defend. Most adults have a ki of 5.000.000. And yet you, at the age of seven have 6.000.000. You are the strongest at your age, ever."
I started at him. That was an already known fact. Why was he telling me all this?
"I know you will become super saiyan. The one with golden ki and emerald eyes. It is your destiny. Do you see this before you my son?"
He pointed with his hand out the window.
"You will rule it one day. You will rule this thing we call space. Space, consisting of millions of stars, planets, suns. Millions of races live and millions are waiting to be discovered."
He paused again. I looked out the window. We were out in the port in space and a little bit of Vegetasei could be seen next to the stars. I looked up at my parent. His flame like hair, like mine, stood up to (well if we would have been on a planet) the sky. His piercing onyx eyes were locked on Vegetasei. Suddenly, he looked at me. His eyes, matching his beard and mustache (which formed a triangle, I loved to pull it when I was little. Maybe that's why they were so trianglish.o_0) seemed to have smiled at me. He kneeled down so he could be on eye level with me.
"I'm proud of you Vegeta. I love you my son."
"Sire, it's time." A guard entered and bowed. My father nodded. The guard exited. He turned to me again, kissed my forehead and left. I had a bad feeling. Father never showed emotions so openly.
"Sir? Are you ready to go?" Nappa, my bodyguard asked.
"Yes, I think so."
*cough *"Man, this place is dusty!" Trunks coughed as he entered the attic of the Capsule Corporation manor.
"Yeah *cough * I don't think I've seen so much dust in my life before! "Bra, for once, agreed with his brother.
" No wonder mom never let us come up here. It IS bad for your health. What did we come up here for again?" Trunks asked.
"The old digi-cam."
"Oh-yeah!" The siblings looked around the humongous attic. They sighed. It was going to be a long day.
******After a while****
"Oh, it's been an hour and still we haven't found the stupid camera!" cried Bra. "And we're NEVER gonna!" Trunks just sighed as he popped down next to his sister, on the old rug.
"Hey, what's this?" Trunks pulled something out from under him. It was a simple notebook, but it looked really old, which wasn't surprising since they were in the attic. He opened it. It read:
"Okay. I'm only writing this because I'm at the edge of a nervous breakdown. And since I won't confess to any other living being, but I got to get this stuff out of me, I'm going to take the woman's advice and .I can't bring myself to say it. Err, write it. I'm, I'm, I'm actually writing a diary! Sigh I'm probably going to burn it when I'm done. All right. Let's start with the basics. I'm a saiyan. Member of a warrior race, born with the sixth sense to fight, equipped with monkey-like-tails. I'm the prince of saiyans, bred to be the best. My name is, here it goes, Prince Vegeta Roch Tanasama Firt Sastan Tikarando Pandanias the fifth. I only use Vegeta. I find the others embarrassing. Not that Vegeta isn't embarrassing. I had plenty of Vegetable-heads and -breaths in my life. But Vegeta just sounds superior. Anyway, here's my story:(it's pretty complicated.)
I was born on the planet Vegeta. (Obviously.) My father was King Vegeta and my mother Queen Rosicheena. Guldo (the god of my planet) blessed me (more like cursed me) with twelve sisters."
" Oh my Kami, this is dad's diary!" cried Trunks.
"We have twelve aunts?" Bra cried. The two started at each other.
"Well, stop staring at me and read on!" Bra yelled.
"Oh, okay."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Those twelve little brats were my best friends in my short childhood. Of course, back then; I was respected for I was the prince. Unfortunately. You know it's not all it cracks up to be. I had to learn music, (I play about 25 instruments), had to learn how to cook, learn languages (I speak the total of. um, 75. Or 76. I lost count.) I had to learn how to dance. * Shudders* I had to have etiquette. I had to be polite, yadi, yadi yadda. And of course I had to train. But that was enjoyable. I loved training with father. I miss him dearly. I remember when I was seven my father sent me on a mission. I never went on one before. I was scared. Scared I would fail and be a disgrace.
I walked into the throne room of the port. My knees were wobbly; my worry was already eating me from the inside. The guards exited and I was left alone with my father. His giant figure stood looming over the window, his back turned to me. I held back a shiver as the silence crept over us.
"Come here my son." His voice missed that cheerful hint. It was determined. I didn't bother thinking why, I let it slide. He only had this kind of voice when he caught me doing something bad. My mind rushed back on the last 32 hours (a day). The only thing I could be in trouble for would be eating without permission from the (royal) cookie jar. I unconsusly gulped aloud. Slowly I stepped to my father's side. Looking up to his face I saw it was either mad or really sad.
"Yes father?"
"My son, you are the prince of a warrior race. A race that is at the edge of perfection. A race that uses its chi to blast, build, destroy, kill, defend. Most adults have a ki of 5.000.000. And yet you, at the age of seven have 6.000.000. You are the strongest at your age, ever."
I started at him. That was an already known fact. Why was he telling me all this?
"I know you will become super saiyan. The one with golden ki and emerald eyes. It is your destiny. Do you see this before you my son?"
He pointed with his hand out the window.
"You will rule it one day. You will rule this thing we call space. Space, consisting of millions of stars, planets, suns. Millions of races live and millions are waiting to be discovered."
He paused again. I looked out the window. We were out in the port in space and a little bit of Vegetasei could be seen next to the stars. I looked up at my parent. His flame like hair, like mine, stood up to (well if we would have been on a planet) the sky. His piercing onyx eyes were locked on Vegetasei. Suddenly, he looked at me. His eyes, matching his beard and mustache (which formed a triangle, I loved to pull it when I was little. Maybe that's why they were so trianglish.o_0) seemed to have smiled at me. He kneeled down so he could be on eye level with me.
"I'm proud of you Vegeta. I love you my son."
"Sire, it's time." A guard entered and bowed. My father nodded. The guard exited. He turned to me again, kissed my forehead and left. I had a bad feeling. Father never showed emotions so openly.
"Sir? Are you ready to go?" Nappa, my bodyguard asked.
"Yes, I think so."