Happy Thanksgiving!
Last time: Tomorrow is the meeting. I'm going to bed now.
July 8, 565
Dear Diary,
Have you ever woken up feeling so elated, you just want to have time stop so you can savor the moment forever?
Wait, you're a pad of paper, you wouldn't ever feel like that. Well, anyways, I just had one of those moments. I'm going back to where I belong. Guanan! Yes!
I've already planned out my first day and scribbled it on a piece of paper. I'll stick it in here for future reference.
DAY ONE
- Wake up
- Shower
- Dress
- Brush teeth
- Comb hair
- Get purse
- Eat breakfast at Sabrina's Café
- Take some pictures of the skyline
- Walk through the Center Plaza
- Buy lunch from a vendor and eat it under a tree
- Watch the artists paint on the street
- Go back home
- Get ready for dinner reservations
- Go eat at Bona Noche
- Take a picture of the sunset
Does it sound like a good day? Unfortunately, I'll have to run it by Vegeta. I'm sure he won't mind, though.
But, as for now, I've gotta go help Dad in the garage.
Bye!
Bulma
Dear Diary,
I'm going to the meeting now. I'm so excited, I can't wait for the trip!
I don't think going with Vegeta will be so bad after all. He's a pretty decent guy and I know I can trust him. I mean, he practically saw me NAKED and didn't even attempt to harm me. That deserves some merit, doesn't it? Besides, he's just as handsome as Laranzo, even though it looks like he's seen a ghost.
Hee hee! Why am I always so funny when no one's around?
You know what? I really like him. I guess I could call Vegeta a friend now. Sure, he's stubborn and selfish and everything (refer to the list that I wrote on July fourth) but he's got some good traits, too. He's honest, and kind, and selfless.
But the trip's next week, and I'm going to miss the wedding. Oh, well. Maybe it's better this way.
Uh oh, I'm gonna be late! Bye!
Bulma
Diary—
You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but you're the only one I can truly spill my guts to.
It was all a set-up, a fake, a big lie.
The train tickets were the things that caught my attention: one was one-way, one was not. Vegeta had never meant for me to come back with him.
All the nice thing's I've said about him aren't true. He's deceitful, heartless and selfish. He was just trying to get rid of me so I wouldn't mess up the wedding between Laranzo and Prittania.
No, I'm not exaggerating. Vegeta admitted it all. He even opened the door for me so I could leave. He doesn't care what happens to me.
It all makes sense now, all the strange things that have happened. How could I have been so blind?
Vegeta's always had a cool head. I was a problem—a threat to the union of two very strong planets. Vegeta-sei and Kandor had to become united. The marriage was arranged so they would be bonded by more than a flimsy contract on a single sheet of paper. Laranzo and Prittania were to be married. Vegeta had to protect that contract and I started to impose on it.
When Laranzo sat on the glasses, he had been coaxed into that chair by Vegeta. No one wanted him to meet me in the fighting ring that night. It would have been detrimental to the marriage.
As a matter of fact, Laranzo must have been in on it, too. That night I went to the opera, it was made to look like I was engaged to Vegeta. It must have been an elaborate ploy to smash the gossip about Laranzo and me. It was better if an unengaged man was dating a human than an engaged one.
The boat trip…it must have been to keep me away from Laranzo even longer. Now that I think about it, the ambassador of Kandor must have been getting wise to the situation. Vegeta set up the whole cruise to keep me away for a little while. Maybe even to turn my sights away from Laranzo.
And now there's this god-forsaken trip. I'm going on it, too. If I'm not wanted here, I'll leave. I'll go home to Guanan.
Bulma
The cats out of the bag now. (sniffs) Why did it have to be like this? (sobs uncontrollably)
Trunks: (pats Star's back comfortingly) It's okay, everything will be alright.
Sabudabu and Trunksgurl09: Hey! We're sad too! (both burst into fake tears and Trunks goes over to comfort them as well)
DBZ Angel: Star, what's wrong with you? You're the one writing the story.
Star: (blushes and scratches head Son-style) Right, I forgot.
Heiress2thethrone: (smacks Star over the head) That's it! This is going on your traits list!
Star: NOOOOOO! NOT THE TRAITS LIST!
Veggiesbabygirl: (walks in with a clean Vegeta) I brought him back, but I'm staying to make sure nothing bad happens to him again.
ChopPrincess: Darn! (sighs) Well, I guess my work here is done…. (packs up stuff and walks sullenly through the closet)
Star: Well, review, please. Till next—
InuSaiyan007: (runs through closet) Trunks is MINE! (grabs Trunks' arm and runs back into closet)
Sabudabu: No, Trunks-kun!
Trunksgurl09: My love! (both girls chase after InuSaiyan007)
Star: (sighs)—time.