Well, all you Laranzo-haters! Be prepared to have a change of heart!

Last time: I'll go visit Laranzo tomorrow, but now I have to go to bed.

July 1, 565

Dear Diary,

Note to self: Don't fall for Laranzo's smooth talking again! You won't believe what he did to me when I went to visit him today.

Laranzo is feeling better, and that's good news, although he's still a bit sore. He had to get thirty-one stitches in his butt. Imagine that! I wouldn't be able to stand it.

We talked awhile, and I asked him how he had sat on the champagne flutes. He told me that his father had wanted to talk to him when I was going to the fighting ring. He went inside, thinking that the meeting would be quick so he could see me, but his father closed the door on him. Vegeta was also in the room, standing off to one side so he didn't impose on the conversation. King Vegeta asked Laranzo what he was doing. Of course, Laranzo replied, "Nothing."

His father went on to say that Laranzo couldn't see me anymore. The King had said that not only was I not Laranzo's fiancée, I was a mere servant. Vegeta had been present solely to see that the imminent quarrel didn't come to blows. As the two argued, Vegeta eased each of them into a chair. Laranzo was so tense from the fight, he had completely forgotten about the champagne glasses in his pockets. He sat on them and, well, you know the rest.

He gave me a poem. It's not very long, but it's sweet. I'll attach the sheet here.

In spite of my attempts to meet with you

My dreams of our date shattered with the glass

Oh, heart! Do not ache so desolately,

Till tomorrow or a new day, alas!

Eventually during our conversation, I brought up the subject of Prittania. His face grew pained at the mention of her name. "Her beauty pales in comparison to yours, as the moon pales in the presence of the sun," he told me softly. I blushed. He has such a way with words. A lot like Yamcha…the bastard.

At that point in time, Vegeta strode into the room with a couple of books for Laranzo to read. He tossed them unceremoniously onto the table and left.

Well, he tried to leave. Laranzo called him back. "Vegeta, are you free tonight?"

"Not really," Vegeta admitted, "I was going to—"

"Perfect!" Laranzo cried. "You'll take Bulma to the opera then?" Both Vegeta and I stared at him as if he had declared he was a potato. "Well, I was supposed to go tonight with Prittania, but seeing as how I can't make it, someone has to go to represent the Royal Family. And Mum and Pop are out of town." We still stared at him. Finally, Laranzo said, "Just take her. She'd love to go."

Vegeta elevated his chin slightly but agreed. "You owe me," he declared as he marched out of the room. I was still staring at Laranzo. What made him think that I wanted to go to the opera with Vegeta?

As if he read my mind, he said, "This is to make up for missing you at the fighting ring."

"But I'll miss you at the opera, too!" I shouted in protest. He just smiled.

"Just pretend that I'm there with you. Vegeta and I look sort of the same."

"Except for the hair." He laughed at my joke and kissed me good-bye.

"The opera starts at seven, so you'll want to get ready soon. Visit me when you have the time."

"I will," I replied before kissing him again.

So that's what happened when I visited him. Now I'm getting ready for the opera. The nerve of him! I can't believe that he asked Vegeta to take me, and I definitely can't believe that I'm listening.

I'll have to tell you how it turns out tomorrow.

Love you,

Bulma

I tried to make this chapter longer, honest!

Vegeta: Bull! You're just slowly cutting me out of your story. I only said two sentences! (powers up ki blast) Prepare to DIE!

Star: Calm down, Vegeta! You'll have a bigger part in the next chapter, I promise.

Vegeta: (powers down) We'll see about that….

Star: Well, there won't be a next chapter if no one reviews, so—

Vegeta: WHAT? (turns to reader) You heard her. Review or face the consequences. (smirks evilly) MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!

Star: Um, okay….