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Last time: I mean, I'll write in you tomorrow. Aw, whatever.
July 5, 565
Dear Diary,
Okay, sorry if I spill water on you when I'm writing, but I'm soaking wet. Why am I wet? Just hold your horses! I'm getting there!
I'd just like to start off by adding one more thing to my list of Vegeta's bad traits: He's a pervert. That's right, you heard me! Pervert!
Okay, now I'll tell you why I'm wet. I packed a swimsuit, seeing as how we're on a lake and all, and I decided to take a quick dip in the lake. It was, after all, an incredibly hot day.
Unfortunately, I had planned on Laranzo being here, so I had packed my skimpiest bathing suit. I'm so stupid sometimes. There was no way I was going to swim out there in the suit with Vegeta on board. Ew!
Of course, the heat was unbearable no matter where I was. Knowing that I could be swimming and wasn't only made it hotter out. Haven't you ever noticed that? Whenever you know you can't do something, you want to do it more. But that doesn't make it a good idea, as you'll see later.
So I'm lying outside panting and sweating profusely when Mr. Macho struts up in a pair of swim trunks. What an idiot. As if I'd ogle over a man nine years my senior. So what if Saiyans don't age as fast? Who cares if it looks like he's my age? I certainly don't.
Anyways, he shoots me a look like he wants to say, "Why the hell aren't you wearing a swim suit? It's friggin' boiling out and you're sitting here in Bermuda shorts and a t-shirt."
I was too hot to do anything though, so I just ignored him. He eventually shook his head at me and walked to the railing of the boat. In a flash, he dove into the lake and started to swim around.
I found myself watching him after awhile. The water did look refreshing…but there was no way I was giving in to temptation. No way, uh uh. Never.
But you know me. Ten minutes later, I was wearing my swim suit and diving into the lake. Yes, diving. I was desperate! Leave me alone!
That was the first mistake I made.
In case you don't know, bikinis are not made for diving. They're made for parading around and tanning. As soon as I touched the water, the knots came undone and I was swimming topless. In the water. With Vegeta.
The second mistake was not mentioning it. Of course, if I did mention it, I'd probably be regretting it, too. But because I didn't mention it, I didn't have any help looking for it. All I could do was swim around casually, keeping my eyes peeled for the top but keeping my cool.
I guess the third mistake could be dubbed choosing a blue suit. There was no way I would be able to find it if it matched the water. Sometimes I wonder if I ever think things through.
While I was swimming around, Vegeta climbed back onto the boat and grabbed a towel. He dried himself off and called down to me. "Are you staying in?" I said I was, so he left me alone.
Thinking back, I'd say that my fourth mistake was not sneaking back to my room. If I did, I might have been slightly less embarrassed if he caught me than what really happened. But you're listening to Captain Clever, so that is obviously what I didn't do. I just kept swimming around, trying to think of a plan. The suit top was a lost cause by then; it was probably miles away by now. But if I got back on the boat, there was a chance he'd see me.
Eventually, I got really tired. I mean, you can't swim around for two hours straight fighting a current and staying afloat and worrying. I started to swallow water, and soon I found myself struggling to stay afloat. Instead of helping, my legs felt as if they were dragging me down. My arms might as well have been tied behind my back; at least it would look like I was struggling to do something difficult.
I started to panic when I noticed that the boat wasn't as close as I had thought. There was no way I was going to make it back there. My thoughts immediately strayed to death. I didn't want to die, alone in the water, topless, on vacation with Vegeta. What did I do to deserve that fate?
Finally, I decided that I had to do something. I was still a good ten yards from the boat and I was taking in a lot of water. Desperately, I flailed my limbs one last time and shouted, "Vegeta!" Then I was pulled under and passed out.
The next thing I can remember is Vegeta's lips on mine, forcing air into my lungs. I pushed him away and rolled onto my side, vomiting up water and sputtering obscenities. When I was finally able to catch my breath, I sat up and got my bearings. I was on the deck of the ship, laying on the ground with Vegeta at my side. And guess what: I still wasn't wearing a top.
Immediately, I flushed and covered myself. "Bastard!" I screamed. "Perv! Get me a towel!"
All he did was stand up and sneer. "I guess this is all I get for saving a life," he said. Then he walked away.
I felt guilty at first, but why couldn't he cover me or something? Such a pervert! I can't believe he didn't get me something to wear before he gave me CPR.
Well, I guess it would have taken too much time. But couldn't he have done something? Anything?
Ug! I'm so confused! But I guess he's not that bad.
I really should thank him, actually, for being so kind to me. After all, this is the second time he's saved my life.
I'll do it tomorrow, though. I need to get some rest. I'm completely worn out.
Love,
Bulma
Dear Diary,
It's three AM. I know I should date this as tomorrow, but I don't want to. Just writing to say I can't sleep.
It seems that every time I close my eyes, I can feel Vegeta's lips on mine.
I'll never sleep again. It's just so creepy-feeling! I honestly don't like him that way.
Bulma
Uh oh, sounds like somebody's in denial…wait, what happened to the big fight over Trunks? And why is he passed out on the ground?
DBZ Angel: (walks casually out of closet) Hey, Star, wazzup?
Star: Not much. I was watching a fight, but Trunks doesn't appear to be awake. (to Sabudabu and Trunksgurl09) What did you two do to him?
Trunksgurl09 and Sabudabu: Uh….(glance at each other) He needed to take his afternoon nap, so we let him.
Star: Oh boy. (to DBZ Angel) Angel, what do you think? Did they drug him?
DBZ Angel: (pokes Trunks with a hanger) Yep, he's drugged up! Either that, or he's extremely worn out from the battle. Poor thing….
Vegeta: What are you talking about, woman? A warrior is NEVER worn out.
DBZ Angel: Who are you calling 'woman', man?
Vegeta: Do you want me to blast you?
DBZ Angel: (thinking reverse psychology) Uh…yes?
Vegeta: I'll show you! I WON'T blast you! Ha!
Heiress2thethrone: (scoots close to Vegeta) Wow, you're so smart and handsome….
Vegeta: (smirks) Why, thank you. It's nice to know I'm appreciated by someone. (glares at Star)
Star: (sticks tongue out at Vegeta, to reader) Well, there you have it! Next chapter up on Sunday. Till then!