I know some of you are probably worried about Bulma being stuck on a boat with Laranzo for two days. Allow me to say that Laranzo is better than that. You don't understand? Just read and find out….

Last time: I'll bring you tomorrow so I can write while I'm on the boat.

July 4, 565

Dear Diary,

Remember when I said that Laranzo was taking me on a boat trip? Remember that?

Yeah, well, the bastard lied. Guess who met me at the dock. Take one completely wild guess. No idea?

VEGETA! That's right! That ass hole is on the boat with me right now.

How did this happen? I asked the same thing as soon as I saw him. "What happened to Laranzo?" I said. "He promised me he'd be here."

Vegeta squinted his eyes at me. "He's busy," he snapped back. Boy, was he in a pissy mood. Loser.

"Then why the hell are you here? Weren't you satisfied at the opera?" I shouted. My temper is really short now, but I don't know why. Maybe it was college.

Anyways, he got really close to my face so we were almost nose to nose. I was caught off guard by this and it made me a little uncomfortable, but I didn't want to make him even cockier, so I held my ground and stared back just as hard.

"Let's just get one thing straight," he growled, "I don't want to be here as much as you don't want to be here. I had meetings that I had to cancel for this, I had work that needed to be done, but I owe Laranzo a big favor, so let's try and make this a tolerable experience. Okay?"

I was about to ask him why he owed Laranzo a favor, but he left before I could. Instead, I stuck my tongue out at him. What a jerk-face. He didn't even have the decency to help me with my luggage. I guess he was too busy moping. Why do I have to be here? I want to go home!

But I know Dad would send me right back to the stupid boat. I can see him right now. "You shouldn't be rude, Bulma," he would say. "Vegeta took time out of his busy schedule to be with you, so you shouldn't keep him waiting, even if you don't like him." Of course, once again, he's right. I hate when that happens.

So I heave my bags onto the boat and come across Goku eating a sub sandwich. Apparently, some of the staff was on the yacht. I was glad to see him deep down, but I was still really pissed off from my encounter with Vegeta, so I yelled Goku's ears off and told him to put my baggage in my room. Of course, since he's Goku, he listened.

I followed him to my room (which has a linking door to Vegeta's--shudder--) and before he left I asked him who else would be on the boat. Do you know what he said?

"Sorry, Bulma, but the staff is leaving before the yacht goes off. It'll just be you and Vegeta."

He left really fast after that, probably because he saw my face. I'm sure I looked like I was about to explode.

Just me and Vegeta? Alone? For two days? On a boat? And did I say we were going to be ALONE?

Sometimes I amaze even myself. How do I get into these messes? Vegeta's just so awful to me. Sure, he's taking time out of his 'busy schedule' to spend time with me. But he's still a prick. Why, you ask?

Okay, here's a list about Vegeta's horribleness, if that word exists. Ready?

He's conceited.

He's a workaholic.

He's stubborn.

He's pompous.

He's sexist.

He's cruel.

He's overconfident.

He's barbaric.

He's bossy.

He's short.

He's got wacky hair.

He's muscular.

He's hot…wait, scratch that. He's a hot-head.

Hoo, now I feel better. All that writing has worn me out. Dad always said it helps to make a list when you don't know what else to do. Surprisingly, it has helped. A lot.

Aw, who am I kidding? This is going to be the worst trip ever! I'd better unpack to see if I brought any sleeping pills. Lord knows I'll need 'em knowing that he's sleeping right next door to me.

Speaking of which, I'm locking that connecting door right now.

Love,

One helluvan angry Bulma

Dear Diary,

Well, it's the end of the first day here on the boat trip from hell. I spent most of the day in my room, but a girl has to eat, ya know, so I left to find some food.

I thought I'd be able to sneak a meal and not see his ugly face, but he was in the kitchen when I got there. Out of politeness (for I'm sure he possesses no feelings for me) he asked me if I wanted to join him for dinner.

Of course, out of politeness (for I'm sure I possess no feelings for him) I accepted.

Naturally, you would think that the meal passed in silence. That is where you'd be wrong. We spent the entire time arguing over what to eat, where to sit, what to drink, which lights to turn on…you name anything, we probably fought over it.

I didn't know I had this much fight in me. Whenever I'm around anybody else, I don't yell that much or swear or anything, really. But when I'm around Vegeta, I change. What the hell does he do to me?

After the meal, things changed. We both sat back in our chair and glared at each other. That's right. We just sat there. I don't know for how long, but it felt like forever. It was a staring contest: the first one to break the gaze would lose.

But neither of us broke it. It was getting late, too. The sun was long gone by now. His eyelids started to get lower and lower, until it looked like he was shielding his eyes from a bright light. At one point, I thought I actually fell asleep, but my head snapped back up and I continued to stare at him.

And stare.

And stare.

"Truce?" he asked suddenly. I nodded, too tired to speak. Quite frankly, I don't know where I'm getting the energy to write this much. Anyways, he said then, "Good. Let's go to sleep."

So that's how it ended. Together, we stumbled down the narrow hallway to our rooms, not saying anything. What was there to say? Well, a lot of stuff, at least for me. But Dad always said, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all." So I didn't.

I'm really REALLY tired now, so I'll talk to you tomorrow then. I mean, I'll write in you tomorrow. Aw, whatever.

Bulma

See? Laranzo's got it all figured out. I'm beginning to think that he's better than Vegeta and Trunks combined!

Sabudabu: How DARE you say such things! Trunks is ten times better than him, especially since he's mine!

Trunksgurl09: (leaps out of closet) NO WAY! He belongs to me! (both girls grab a piece of Trunks and start tugging on him)

Trunks: Um, ladies, please stop fight—OW, my ASS! Watch it!

Sabudabu: Sorry…. (grins to herself)

Trunksgurl09: Hey, I saw that! Only I can touch his butt!

Vegeta: (sniggers, to Star) This is way better than your stupid story.

Star: WHAT! Oh, wait, you're right…well, whose stories DO you like?

Vegeta: (without thinking) Heiress2thethrone's stories. (lightning crashes and heiress2thethrone appears)

Heiress2thethrone: Bow down before me, petty creatures!

Star: (gasps) I thought you were a legend! But you're actually here! In my ROOM!

Heiress2thethrone: Yes, it is I…erm, me…, and I have a message for Vegeta! (to Vegeta) Love can be found in places where water flows like long locks of hair, and deep pools are the eyes of a goddess, silently calling to you….

Vegeta: What the hell are you talking about?

Heiress2thethrone: (frustrated) Would you get your ass in gear and mate with Bulma already!

Vegeta: Are you CRAZY! I would never (sneeze) mate (sneeze) with that (sneeze) bitch!

Star: (quirked eyebrow) You're kidding, right Vegeta? (to reader) Okay, kiddles, you don't have to review for me today. Instead, you have to read heiress2thethrone's stories and review. She's in my favorite author's page, so go there. You won't regret it! She's a goddess!