Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is owned by the absolute genious Akira Toryama. I
do not own these characters, or make any prophet what-so-ever off of this
story. I write it out of respect for Akira, and his wonderful characters.
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Chapter One; Diary
Ten years had passed. Vegeta jr. had managed to court and marry the girl in this time, with no more problems with his...feelings. Upon seeing his last name, she had said that he was heir to some kind of fortune; that he was to enherit the hightest net worth in the entire world; Capsule Corperation, and all of it's assets.
So, about six years ago, he had moved into the largest building on earth, found a gravity chamber, and started training, while his wife managed the business. That was pretty much his whole life now. His wife was a wariior too, as he had found out not long after he met her. She didn't have any super-human abilities, but was a skilled martail-artist none-the-less.
"Vegeta!", she yelled into the chamber.
"What now?!", he asked impatiently.
"Can I use that gravity chamber for a while, please?"
"Oh, come on, woman. How much could you possibly use, anyway?, he said hurtfully.
"I like to use two times. I'm sorry that I'm not a super-strong alien like you that can train in hundreds of times, but I need some training too."
He sighed, and turned the gravity to two times. "Fine." He walked past her, then said, "And I'm not an alien. I decend from aliens. I don't see why you don't just build another one. You have my ancestors blue-prints, and your pretty smart-" He hadn't meant to compliment her so openly.
"Well, thankyou.", she kissed him on the cheek. He pushed away a smirk, and some strange warm feeling. He fought to convince himself that what they had truely did not extend past a phisical relationship. It worked. He reminded himself why he had made this allience. Children. That was the only reason.
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From The Author: I would use italic for writing, but I'm not smart enough to get it to come up on ff.net, so for writing, I'll put a "#" on both sides. I know it's kinda' stupid, but play along.
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Desiree finished her training, and walked into the kitchen. She looked through the cabinets for a cup or glass to drink from, and noticed something she hadn't noticed before in the very back. She pulled it out. It was a small wooden box. She opened it. Inside were a metal thing that kind of looked like an old-fashioned watch, and a diary. It was a large diary; with paper as big as a standard piece of 8"11" paper, and about three inches thick. She opened it. The enteries started over two-hundred years ago.
She got her drink, and walked to her bedroom to read. #...I've started this diary because it seems that my life may get very interestting...#, she began reading about a young woman's search for something called dragon balls, how she met friends along the way, found love in a desert bandit, and so on.
Hours later, she found that it was getting a little more interesting. #...My father found a ship from another planet! He says that I can run the mission myself as long as I bring Goku, and Krillin along. Yamcha, ofcoarse, says that he's too 'busy' to come. Jerk! Well, I still love him, even if he doesn't have a conciderate bone in his body...# Desiree already knew much about the people mentioned from the previous writing. She continued reading for hours. #...I saw an alien today. Well, actually, I saw many aliens, but only one that matters. Apparently, his name is Vegeta...# Desiree stopped reading for a second. How could Vegeta have been alive that long ago, and did he really come from another planet?
"Hay, Desiree, where's dinner?!", Vegeta yelled from outside the door.
"Can't you make it yourself?! Hold on!" She put down the book, and went outside the room. "How old are you?", she asked him.
"I'm not really sure. Somewhere in my mid to late twenties. I've already told you that.", he replied.
"So you weren't alive two-hundred years ago, and living on another planet? Some sources say that there was a Vegeta that long ago.", she said, tired of his lies.
"Because there was.", he said plainly.
"What?!"
"My great-great-great-grandfather's name was Vegeta Briefs. Satisfied."
"You never told me this before?!"
"You never asked."
"I thought you said you had no family.", she said.
"Not when I met you, but I did have a family tree.", he replied.
She had a way of knowing when he was telling the truth, and he was. "I'm sorry. I believe you.", she said.
"Whatever. Just make some food alright?", he replied.
Desiree made Vegeta dinner, then ran back to her room to continue reading while he trained. #...I've been thinking of Vegeta a lot since he refused to come with me to Earth. My relationship with Yamcha is already starting to deteriorate, but I don't even care anymore. Why didn't Vegeta just come with me? I could tell he loved me, and after that dream, I couldn't help but...really REALLY want him to show it. When I closed that door, Vegeta eyes held so much pain. No tears, but pain beyond any level I had ever seen before...# She wiped a tear from her eye. She normally didn't cry about anything, but this was the saddest thing she had ever heard. Poor Bulma, poor Vegeta.
Vegeta...This was her Vegeta up and down. He had refused to kiss her at thier wedding, wouldn't let anyone come, but she could tell that he loved her. She read through more. A lot happened in a short time after that. Bulma's ship was stolen, and Vegeta showed up. He invoked the wrath of Frieza, and what?! #...I read his mind, and he read mine. He sat down on the floor next to me, and told me how his planet, and his whole family had been destroyed when he was five years old. FIVE YEARS OLD!!! He was able to talk about it so casually, like he didn't even care. He said that he'd never cried a day in his life when I asked him, and I knew that he was telling the truth. I cried for him, and ever so gingerly, he hugged me, and went to go train. I love him, diary, and I'm going to save him!...#
She closed the book. It WAS him. How could it not be?! He said that he wasn't from another planet! The liar! Who was this girl?! What was she doing with her husband over two-hundred years ago?!
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Chapter One; Diary
Ten years had passed. Vegeta jr. had managed to court and marry the girl in this time, with no more problems with his...feelings. Upon seeing his last name, she had said that he was heir to some kind of fortune; that he was to enherit the hightest net worth in the entire world; Capsule Corperation, and all of it's assets.
So, about six years ago, he had moved into the largest building on earth, found a gravity chamber, and started training, while his wife managed the business. That was pretty much his whole life now. His wife was a wariior too, as he had found out not long after he met her. She didn't have any super-human abilities, but was a skilled martail-artist none-the-less.
"Vegeta!", she yelled into the chamber.
"What now?!", he asked impatiently.
"Can I use that gravity chamber for a while, please?"
"Oh, come on, woman. How much could you possibly use, anyway?, he said hurtfully.
"I like to use two times. I'm sorry that I'm not a super-strong alien like you that can train in hundreds of times, but I need some training too."
He sighed, and turned the gravity to two times. "Fine." He walked past her, then said, "And I'm not an alien. I decend from aliens. I don't see why you don't just build another one. You have my ancestors blue-prints, and your pretty smart-" He hadn't meant to compliment her so openly.
"Well, thankyou.", she kissed him on the cheek. He pushed away a smirk, and some strange warm feeling. He fought to convince himself that what they had truely did not extend past a phisical relationship. It worked. He reminded himself why he had made this allience. Children. That was the only reason.
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From The Author: I would use italic for writing, but I'm not smart enough to get it to come up on ff.net, so for writing, I'll put a "#" on both sides. I know it's kinda' stupid, but play along.
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Desiree finished her training, and walked into the kitchen. She looked through the cabinets for a cup or glass to drink from, and noticed something she hadn't noticed before in the very back. She pulled it out. It was a small wooden box. She opened it. Inside were a metal thing that kind of looked like an old-fashioned watch, and a diary. It was a large diary; with paper as big as a standard piece of 8"11" paper, and about three inches thick. She opened it. The enteries started over two-hundred years ago.
She got her drink, and walked to her bedroom to read. #...I've started this diary because it seems that my life may get very interestting...#, she began reading about a young woman's search for something called dragon balls, how she met friends along the way, found love in a desert bandit, and so on.
Hours later, she found that it was getting a little more interesting. #...My father found a ship from another planet! He says that I can run the mission myself as long as I bring Goku, and Krillin along. Yamcha, ofcoarse, says that he's too 'busy' to come. Jerk! Well, I still love him, even if he doesn't have a conciderate bone in his body...# Desiree already knew much about the people mentioned from the previous writing. She continued reading for hours. #...I saw an alien today. Well, actually, I saw many aliens, but only one that matters. Apparently, his name is Vegeta...# Desiree stopped reading for a second. How could Vegeta have been alive that long ago, and did he really come from another planet?
"Hay, Desiree, where's dinner?!", Vegeta yelled from outside the door.
"Can't you make it yourself?! Hold on!" She put down the book, and went outside the room. "How old are you?", she asked him.
"I'm not really sure. Somewhere in my mid to late twenties. I've already told you that.", he replied.
"So you weren't alive two-hundred years ago, and living on another planet? Some sources say that there was a Vegeta that long ago.", she said, tired of his lies.
"Because there was.", he said plainly.
"What?!"
"My great-great-great-grandfather's name was Vegeta Briefs. Satisfied."
"You never told me this before?!"
"You never asked."
"I thought you said you had no family.", she said.
"Not when I met you, but I did have a family tree.", he replied.
She had a way of knowing when he was telling the truth, and he was. "I'm sorry. I believe you.", she said.
"Whatever. Just make some food alright?", he replied.
Desiree made Vegeta dinner, then ran back to her room to continue reading while he trained. #...I've been thinking of Vegeta a lot since he refused to come with me to Earth. My relationship with Yamcha is already starting to deteriorate, but I don't even care anymore. Why didn't Vegeta just come with me? I could tell he loved me, and after that dream, I couldn't help but...really REALLY want him to show it. When I closed that door, Vegeta eyes held so much pain. No tears, but pain beyond any level I had ever seen before...# She wiped a tear from her eye. She normally didn't cry about anything, but this was the saddest thing she had ever heard. Poor Bulma, poor Vegeta.
Vegeta...This was her Vegeta up and down. He had refused to kiss her at thier wedding, wouldn't let anyone come, but she could tell that he loved her. She read through more. A lot happened in a short time after that. Bulma's ship was stolen, and Vegeta showed up. He invoked the wrath of Frieza, and what?! #...I read his mind, and he read mine. He sat down on the floor next to me, and told me how his planet, and his whole family had been destroyed when he was five years old. FIVE YEARS OLD!!! He was able to talk about it so casually, like he didn't even care. He said that he'd never cried a day in his life when I asked him, and I knew that he was telling the truth. I cried for him, and ever so gingerly, he hugged me, and went to go train. I love him, diary, and I'm going to save him!...#
She closed the book. It WAS him. How could it not be?! He said that he wasn't from another planet! The liar! Who was this girl?! What was she doing with her husband over two-hundred years ago?!
