Well everybody, it's the next chapter to my new story The Mechanic's Daughter! I've decided to write in a diary for this story, so I'll be posting day by day. Don't worry, though, this story won't have more than thirty chapters, I think... It's also a lot faster to write diary entries than real chapters, so this story will probably be done in a couple of months if nothing major ruins my life. In any case, enjoy!

Last time: Well, at least for the Royal Family. For me, it was quite a different story.

June 28, 563

Dear Diary,

My name's Bulma. Daddy gave me this diary so I wouldn't be so lonely when I go to college. Let me just tell you a little bit about myself:

I have long blue hair that I always wear in a pony tail and blue eyes. I help out my dad a lot in the garage. He works for the Royal Family of Vegeta-sei as a mechanic, fixing the cars and space ships. He taught me everything I know.

I'm an earthling, but I've never seen earth. It was destroyed by the people of Kandor, the enemy of the Saiyans. My mother was visiting earth when it was destroyed. I don't really remember much about her because I was only two when she died, but my dad misses her a lot.

Dad has worked for the Royal Family ever since before I was born. Eventually, I'll work for them, too, but I'm trying to get out of it. It's not like I don't like them or anything. The King and Queen have always been nice to me, and I practically grew up with Prince Vegeta and Laranzo. It's just that…. Can you keep a secret?

I love Laranzo.

Yes, Prince Laranzo.

I know that he's been married three times. Those girls were all trouble anyway: all giggly and stupid. That's not what he needs.

I know he's six years older than me. But five years from now, I'll be twenty-three and he'll be twenty-nine. In ten years, I'll be twenty-eight and he'll be thirty-four. In fifty years I'll be sixty-eight and he'll be seventy-four. It's not much of an age difference.

I know that he's royalty. But the Queen isn't of royal birth, so it doesn't really matter. I'm sure if I had the chance, I could make him happy.

I remember once when I was seven, Prince Vegeta was baby-sitting Laranzo and me. My dad had made us all pairs of rollerblades, but I didn't know how to skate. So Laranzo was trying to teach me. He was holding me by the arms and we were slowly making progress when…he kissed me!

I've never forgotten that kiss, even if he has.

Tonight is the party for the tournament, and it's my second-to-last day on Vegeta-sei before I leave for college. I'm going to tell him.

No, I can't actually go to the party. I'm not invited. But for as long as I can remember, I've watched the parties from the big tree that hangs over the courtyard. No one's ever seen me there, so I'll be safe. I just hope I can get his attention.

Wish me luck!

Love,

Bulma

Dear Diary,

It's all a waste of time. I don't matter, life doesn't matter. I want to end it. I need to end it now.

Dad, I know you're probably reading this. This is the only way. I'm sorry if I was any trouble. Please forgive me.

Bulma

What's wrong, Bulma? Don't kill yourself! Come back!

Bulma: I won't come back until people review this story!

Well, you heard her, folks. Review, and maybe you can save her life. Hurry, time is running out!