Well, this is what they did at the opera. Some typical stuff, but it wasn't the least bit romantic. Why? Well, you'll see….
Last time: I'll have to tell you how it turns out tomorrow.
July 2, 565
Dear Diary,
I hate Vegeta. Yes, you heard me right. HATE. He just…I…he was…UG! I can't even talk now, he's made me so upset. What's really sad is that was YESTERDAY and I still can't focus!
First of all, we're going to the opera, right? Laranzo said it started at seven, so I'm aiming to be ready at six thirty. That moron Vegeta shows up at five thirty. That's right. We're leaving an hour and a half earlier to drive TEN MINUTES to the opera.
Then, he has the NERVE to yell at me. Me! The person who wasn't planning on going anywhere tonight! Thankfully, we were going in the limo, so I took my make-up with me so I could put it on as we drove to the opera.
Of course, since we took the limousine, my dad was driving. I was actually tempted to sit in the front seat with Dad just to spite Vegeta, but I saw the look on his face when I walked up to the passenger door. It was like he was sending me a death threat via air currents.
I made up some lame excuse about being used to sitting there before I got in the back with him. I think he knew I was lying, too. And that's a creepy feeling. It's so weird, but I only seem to feel weird when I'm around Vegeta. I feel fine when I'm around Laranzo and King Vegeta. I mean, what's wrong with him?
Anyways, I still talked to my dad while I put on make-up. That was the entire ride to the opera in a nutshell for me. Vegeta was on the phone most of the time, so it's not like we could have talked or anything. Apparently, when he said he had something to do that night, he had meant to say that he had a meeting with the ambassador from Kandor. Things were not looking good, as far as I could tell. I could hear the ambassador's voice from the other side of the limousine and, let me just say, I've never heard a dirtier mouth. And I work with mechanics and servants.
After listening to a cussing alien for ten minutes, I was about ready to chuck the phone out the window. Luckily, we arrived at the opera house just then. Vegeta ended the conversation and we got out of the car together. Immediately, he was mobbed by a bunch of Saiyans. All of them were shaking his hand and asking him about what was going on in the universe. Ha, like they knew him.
While this is happening, I'm getting pushed to the side. No matter what people say, Saiyans are the strongest life forms in the world! I have bruises all over my body from being shoved out of the circle. So when I managed to get out of the mob, I went to the driver's side to kiss my dad good-bye.
When I stood up again, Vegeta motioned for me to come over. As he did so, everyone's eyes turned to me. That was the second time it's happened. But this time, there wasn't a huge silence. I heard whispers about Vegeta and me. I could distinctly make out the "servant" and "worker" in their gossip. How mean could they possibly be to me? It's not like I had a choice in the matter. This is all Laranzo's fault….
I just ignored the gossip as Vegeta guided me to the entrance of the opera house, growling at those who stared too much.
So we go to our seats. When the Royal Family attends the opera, they always sit in Box one. So that's where Vegeta and I sat. You can only imagine what it was like. We were surrounded by velvet and lace. Even the seats were nicer than the regular seats. Near the door sat two crowns: a larger gold one encrusted with jewels obviously made for a male prince, and a smaller gold one with a solitary aquamarine drop in the middle. I guess that Laranzo and Prittania would have had to wear those if they managed to come to the opera.
Unfortunately, they didn't come, and now Vegeta was trying to force me to wear the smaller crown. I argued with him the entire time. I wasn't royalty, so it wasn't proper for me to wear the crown. I didn't know he was so stubborn, though. He talked me into it, so I put the crown on my head and slumped into my seat. Of course, the asshole triumphantly sits next to me. He didn't smile or anything, but he was just exuding pride. I swear, I could have bottled the air around it and sold it as a confidence potion or something. I crinkled my nose at him before I turned towards the stage.
Everyone was gaping up at us from the lower seats, like they'd never seen a human before. Granted, humans didn't run in these high circles; they were mostly servants and slaves, but we don't look that different from Saiyans. I guess that doesn't make a difference, though. Even when the opera started, I caught the actors and actresses doing a double take in our direction.
And, of course, Vegeta never said one thing about it to me or anyone else. Couldn't he have told them all to mind their own business? He is the eldest prince, after all. You'd think he'd have some jurisdiction. But he didn't utter a word. Either he didn't notice, he didn't care, or he was getting a kick out of it. I wouldn't put the last thing past him, either. Weirdo.
Finally, I got fed up. The people in the normal seats weren't even watching the opera anymore. They were too busy staring at me wearing the stupid royal crown, which I didn't want to wear in the first place. I rose and left in a huff—in the middle of a big number, no less—hanging the crown back up on its hanger.
Surprisingly, Vegeta followed behind me. I was so angry at this point, I just whirled on him and yelled my head off. I asked him why he didn't defend me and why I had to wear the crown and why I had to come with him at all. I'm pretty sure his ears are still ringing. And I'm glad, the bastard.
After all of that yelling, I started to leave again, and he didn't try to follow me this time. Good riddance.
Well, maybe I shouldn't have yelled that much, but I was just trying to get my point across. He didn't do anything for me.
Ooh, Chichi's calling me. I've got to go. Hopefully, I don't have to help her serve dinner, 'cause if I do, he'll be there. I shudder to think about it.
Love you!
Bulma
So people, that's the end of this chapter. Did you like it? (presses fingertips to temples in deep concentration) Hmm…. (stops) Nope! I guess I can't read minds.
Vegeta: (rolls eyes) There is something really wrong with you.
Star: (super-happy grin, almost scary) Tell me something I don't know! (to reader) Anyways, please re—
Trunks: (walks in through door randomly and looks around, confused) Oops, wrong time zone. (starts to leave)
Sabudabu: (pops out of closet) NO! WAIT! (glomps Trunks) I LOVE YOU!
Trunks: But I have to go.
Sabudabu: NOOO! DON'T LEAVE ME WITH STAR! SHE'S CRAZY!
Star: Hey, I resent that!
Sabudabu: (ignoring Star) And Vegeta isn't HALF as good as you, Trunks!
Vegeta: WHAT! I'm ten times better than that perfect stranger who I don't know at all and never will in my entire lifetime.
Trunks: (to Vegeta) Uh…well, you know, Vegeta, you're my fath—
Star: (to Trunks) HEY! Stop ruining the story! (to reader) Quick! Review before this gets out of hand! (Vegeta and Trunks are arguing in the background as Sabudabu concocts a love potion filled cookie and tries to feed it to Trunks) HURRY!