Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or Prince Vegeta, damn wish I did though.
a/n – Goten has kids in this story cause I need him to, don't shoot me!
DATE: Friday June 28, 2000
SUBJECT: Ranting at the woman
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Hello baka, as I have decided to call you because this is as pointless as a certain other baka I know. The woman has once again insisted that I write in this journal, at least she can't read over my shoulder this time since I'm on top of the Capsule Corp. building and she can't fly. Again this is pointless thing I'm doing imagine me a prince of all the Saiyans writing in a little book about feelings and such. Blech! It's simply incomprehensible, although I'm not sure if it's whether I'm writing in this or the fact that I'm the Prince of less than a dozen Saiyans, all that's left in the Universe. Let's see there's, ME, my brat son, my brat daughter, the baka, the baka's first son, the baka's second son, the baka's first son's daughter, and the baka's second son's twin brats. This is ridiculous I'm through writing in this journal, unless that harpy of a woman finds it in the trash (the journal is ki-resistant) and throws it in my face again. Of course knowing her, she probably has inserted a tracking device on it somewhere. I better keep the baka just in case she did put a tracker on it, I don't need her yelling in my ear more than she already does.
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