Obviously, there's one more chapter here for you guys. Bulma's going home soon, so be ready for about one trillion plot twists, most of which involve Vegeta and Bulma. Tee hee! Also, the next chapters will be a little longer simply because there's more to write. Well, I won't keep you any longer. Read on!

Last time: I'd better send home for some Scotch tape to fix Laranzo's picture.

June 14, 564

Dear Diary,

It's been over a year since the last time I've written. I know, I know, write more. I took up photography during that time, so I didn't really need to write. My entire year can be summed up with the pictures I've taken.

My favorite picture is the one of the budding pitta tree. The tiny yellow sprouts are just beginning to open up to the sun, revealing their shockingly orange and red insides to the world. The only during the early months does the pitta tree have red and orange blossoms. Eventually they regress back to their yellow until the autumn.

I could go on forever about my pictures, but I'm writing this to tell you that I'm going home soon.

Monsieur Hillaire actually gave me a passing grade, so now I'm a certified chef. I don't know how that happened, since he always picked on me during class. This cooking course, believe it or not, really made a difference, though. I can actually cook a meal without burning it (or myself).

Why did Dad make me take this course, though? I'm not replacing Chichi or anything. I'm going to become a mechanic like him, aren't I? This is so confusing for me…is he trying to make a housewife out of me? He should know better than that.

I'm really going to miss Guanan. I asked Dad if I could stay here for another two weeks and he said I could, but I'd really like to live here. I've gotten over my homesickness; in fact, this place is more like home than the estate ever was. It's so wonderful here, so alive, that it doesn't matter where you're from. The city welcomes you with open arms.

But I have to go back to the estate. My life is there, my family, my job. Obligations always come before dreams, I guess.

I'm actually kind of scared to go back. What will Laranzo think when he sees me? I had to cut my hair because of a baking accident (just so you know, cakes can spontaneously combust), so my hair only comes down to my chin. I used to wear it up all the time when I was younger, but now it simply frames my face. I've also grown a good six inches taller and, because of it, I'm a lot skinnier.

Even though I'll miss Guanan, I can't wait to see the look on Laranzo's face when he sees me!

Ooh, it's getting late. I have to get up early tomorrow so I can photograph the sunrise for Dad. I promised him I would.

Love,

Bulma

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