Author Note: Hey again, yay! I got one review, lol. Celebrate! Anyway, I'm just going to keep updating, the more I get this story done, the faster I'm over with it. OO! Good news! It's my freshman year in high school, and I'm pitching for our JV softball team! woot! and I'm a back up pitcher for varsity! WOOT WOOT! watch out! Ok, enjoy the chapter! Please R&R, thanks.
Dream of Heaven, Only to Feel
Dear Journal,3-14-05
I don't know what to think anymore. Gohan seems to always seem so innocent. He blushes every time I turn my back to him and things just seem to be moving so slow. School is starting to seem a bit awkward. After Mr. Son defeated Majin Buu, everyone went back to his or her own lives.
Note: Having Majin Buu live with us isn't one of the most…. exciting things I've ever come across.
Anyway, Sharpner is getting a bit to touchy with me, and I swear I'll rip his arm off one of these days if he doesn't stop. Erasa is always poking and whispering to Gohan in class, it gets on my nerves so much. Doesn't she know that that is what is making Gohan so uncomfortable? I mean, he's like a farm boy…a really, cute, farm boy.
He seems confident though. Like a shy confidence within him. But from what I can see, there is a tiger just waiting to explode. 'B' Buu's dog. Augh. He ate my good pair of sparring shoes. Now I have to order a new set.
Lately, the crime Satan City hasn't been very active as it use to be. Maybe we could actually live in peace for at least one week, without a single out break of crime.
Man, I tell ya, being Saiyman 2 (Girl). Isn't a really easy job. I remember kicking this one guy into a building and I mean, he broke through the wall. Geez, I don't know my own strength.
My necklace has been glowing lately. Maybe I should talk to Mr. Son about it or someone who knows about magical items. I mean, this diamond shaped necklace was passed down to me from my mom. It's the only I have left of her. She died from cancer after I was born, so I never really got to know her. But I do remember this familiar song she use to sing to me before she died…crap. I'll write later.
Signing off,
Devil
(Videl)
Videl gently set her blue journal on her nightstand. She gently ran her hand over the soft cotton of the cover. She sighed gently and gazed upon her small alarm clock.
1: 23 am
Tomorrow was Saturday and she was finally able to sleep in. She reached over to her lap and touched the bottom. The light disappeared and revealed the night shadows sneaking around her room. Her curtains were slowly swaying while she started to become comfortable underneath the covers of her master bed. She slid herself down and pulled the top over her right shoulder. She gently laid her head upon heaven and set her hand nest to her face. She breathed the cold air slowly, only to exhale the warmth of her body. With one more sigh of relief, she drifted off into an endless slumber, only to wake again to a wonderful sunrise.
Her room lingered in the sound of silence. The wind continued to gently move her curtains in different areas of the inside window frame. The crescent moon watched over her figure and let the stars be her protector. The shadows crept up the sides of the white walls as the time continued endlessly. Much time passed before it was early morning, but still remained dark as night. Many dreams were still wandering and playing, but the activity would soon begin.
The room began to gently reflect a pale, light, blue. The sheets of Videl's bed gently warmed her and glowed tenderly. The crystal that hung upon her neck shined lightly, showing that it was alive. A baby blue liquid circled within the walls of the crystal. Sparks of light purple began to appear while the sun slowly rose over the edge of Videl's balcony. The glow slowly died while the sleeping figure began to wake from its deep slumber.
She yawned gracefully as her body stretched the length of the king size bed. She kept the yawn upon her mouth while she glanced at the clock.
4: 16 am
Only about two hours of sleep. She shifted her body to lie on her back while she stretched again. Grains of sand formed in the corner of her eyes and they began to gently tear. She wiped off the hot water from her eyes and stretched her arms to the top of her pillow and placed her hands beneath the cold sheets. She sighed in comfort and closed her eyes once again.
The corners of her mouth turned upward and revealed a gently, innocent smile. The silence was perfect. No one to bother you. No newspaper reporters. No worries. Nothing but you and your room of silence for thought. Her smile started to slowly fade and drifted off into her dream world again.
After a pause of time, the light began to grow from her neck again. Her crystal had taken life. The glow started to travel in a line around Videl's body. It took her form and made her body glow heavenly. The glow started to form small balls at her sides and started to expand into the shape of wings. The blue energy was clear and was very easy to see the dark blue carpet on the floor. The necklace began to lift itself, but was suddenly stopped from the sound of an alarm clock on the nightstand.
Bing Bing Bing Bing Bing Bing
"Augh," Videl groaned and reached over to slap the alarm clock off. She slammed the clock to the floor while it continued to vibrate on the floor. The clock constantly binged until she was going to shut it up. She flipped over onto her belly and reached down. She grasped the clock and tightened her grip. She firmly destroyed it. She smiled and placed it back on the nightstand beside her bed.
"God, that's the 14th one this week," She joked while she lightly giggled. She turned to her nightstand again, and grabbed her journal. She took the pen off the side of the journal and opened to the newest page.
Dear Journal, 3-15-05
Morning. I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamed I was an angel, and fighting within a sparring arena. I won the match and began to fly over a city of white. As I flew over the mountains, I came to few a handsome male angel. He looked like Gohan.
God, it was weird. Anyway, speaking of which, I have to meet Gohan today to go practice-fighting techniques again. sigh I'll write again when I return.
Later,
Devil
Author Note: This is suppose to be one of those 23-30 chapter stories, so yeah, I'm going to have to do a big rewrite. augh. so don't except me to update like 24/7. some of us have algebra homework! .
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