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…. And Laranzo starts to sound bad again in this chapter, but just wait to see his plans, mkay?

Last time: Hopefully, I don't have to help her serve dinner, 'cause if I do, he'll be there. I shudder to think about it.

July 3, 565

Dear Diary,

Well, I didn't see Vegeta at all yesterday, thank GOD! He wasn't at dinner because he had to meet with the ambassador from Kandor again.

I did feel bad for him at first. I mean, I was the reason he missed his meeting with the man. I only felt bad for like a second, though. He didn't have to come to the opera with me! It was his own fault.

I wonder, then, if he didn't have to come, why did he? Hmm…just for the record, I'm never going to ask him that question. I'm afraid of what the answer might be.

Anyways, Chichi wanted me to help her take dinner up to Laranzo. You know how much Saiyans eat. It's a two man job to deliver the food. So we climbed up to his room, which is like a trek across the world, to give him his food.

I wanted to hug Laranzo when I went up there and tell him all the mean things Vegeta did to me, but Chichi was there so I had to keep face. I just smiled at him politely and left. Chichi does know about him and me, though, so I really don't know why I didn't do what I wanted to do. Am I making excuses for myself? Nah, couldn't be. I love Laranzo.

I do!

Speaking of which, I'm going to see him again today. Tell you about it when I get back!

Till then,

Bulma

Dear Diary,

Oh my God! Yes! I'm so excited! I just finished doing an incredibly happy dance. Why, you ask? I'll tell you why!

Laranzo invited me to a boat trip, just the two of us! The ship leaves tomorrow and we sail for two days! I'm so excited!

He's doing a lot better now, obviously. He can actually walk without help now. Of course, he can't do it well, but that's a different story. The poor guy walks like he's in a one-man conga line or something. It looks so funny!

Something else important happened while I was there.

While Laranzo and I were talking, we got on the subject of the opera. I started to tell him that Vegeta didn't do anything when the people were making fun of me. You want to know what he said?

He said that it was alright. Alright.

Of course, I was completely freaked out about this. How was it alright that Vegeta left me alone to fend for myself? I asked him that.

He said that Vegeta COULDN'T do anything to help me unless he wanted to risk my death. Apparently, the opera box can only be used by engaged royal couples or married ones, so the people had assumed that Vegeta and I were engaged. If he defended me, people would have started to fight back and I would have probably died.

Isn't that the meanest thing? And I can't BELIEVE Laranzo made me go there when he KNEW that something like this would happen. People think that Vegeta and I are engaged now! Let me just say that I ripped Laranzo a new one. How could he put me in a situation like that with Vegeta? No wonder I had to wear the crown when I was at the opera. Just thinking about it makes me blind with rage. This Vegeta situation has just gone from bad to worse.

And, according to Laranzo, Vegeta wasn't very happy about it either, but in a different way. According to Laranzo, Vegeta had come in earlier to talk to him and was apparently disgusted with the way I was received. He told me that Vegeta was going to write a new code of conduct for Saiyans regarding the Human species.

I guess that was nice of Vegeta. I'm still angry with him, though. He should have stuck up for me, even if it was threatening my life. He could have defended me. Well, I guess he couldn't have warded off over a thousand angry Saiyans…but he still should have done something! Okay, so he is doing something now…but he should have done something then! Yeah, that's right. He didn't do anything for me at the opera, so I'm still mad at him.

…No I'm not. I guess I'm not mad at him anymore. I want to be, but there's really no reason for it. This is too much thinking for me and now I'm getting really confused. I'd better stop writing before I get even more mixed up. I'll bring you tomorrow so I can write while I'm on the boat.

Love,

Bulma

Well, thanks to all of those who reviewed last time. Unfortunately, things haven't changed much.

Sabudabu: (holds out cookie to Trunks) Here, have a bite. You'll love it almost as much as you're going to love me!

Trunks: Uh…no thanks….

Vegeta: Hey! A cookie! (grabs cookie and eats it)

Sabudabu: Dang! Now I have to make a new one…. Thanks a lot, Vegeta!

Vegeta: (acts really sick) Oooh, I don't feel so good…. (throws up)

Star: HEY! In the bucket! (hands Vegeta garbage can) The bucket is your friend.

Sabudabu: Luckily, Vegeta's allergic to love. I'll just make some more cookies for Trunks…yes…'cookies'…heh heh…. (starts making more 'cookies')

Trunks: Dad's, I mean, Vegeta's allergic to love? Really?

Sabudabu: Yep. See? (to Vegeta) Bulma! (Vegeta sneezes)

Trunks: Wow!

Star: Aw, isn't that cute? (baby talk) Vegeta wuvs his wifey! (pinches his cheek)

Vegeta: My WHAT! (sneezes again)

Star: Whoops! Gave away the entire story! Just ignore that and review, please!