From the private journal of Vegeta "Crabbe"
If I ever needed evidence that I'm losing it, this could be it. I can't believe I'm actually doing this, keeping some sort of record. A journal of all things. But, things are not "right." They think I know nothing, that I'm some toy to be manipulated. No one manipulates me. I ran away before to stop it before, and I'll do it again. But the power these type wield is different. Attack me; I can deal with it straight on. But this "magic" stuff is another thing entirely.
Yet, it holds the key, so I stay. I pretend I'm on their side when the truth is; the only side I belong to is my own. No one owns me. No one ever will. But as I said before, this is a different way of manipulating power, one I must master. Sometimes I wonder if things have been done to me against my will and wishes. Things I don't even know about. That's how tricky this power works.
I can't believe I'm in this pit. Yes, having a job to do and all such is all fine and good, but this place is a bit too much. A school for magic, right. I've only been here a few hours and I can already tell I'm not going to learn much of any use. The stuff of real power is probably restricted. Defense against the Dark Arts indeed! Teach me the Dark Arts, for I know that is where the power is.
Speaking of Defense against the Dark Arts... Kakarotto and I are not the only Saiya-jins on this planet. The new professor is one too. And if I'm not mistaken, those "sunglasses" he wears are actually a converted scouter. I'm just having trouble figuring out who it is. I'm about the same age as Kakarotto is, but I should be older. So, whoever "Professor Daikon" is, he's probably aged normally.
Well, either way, neither of them conquered this pathetic planet. I wonder who they ran into along the way to stop them? Well, Kakarotto (they call him Goku here. What a stupid name.) Obviously had some sort-of head injury that rid him of his programming. And, I'd even say he probably has some brain damage, because he strikes me as an idiot. It's a good thing plans have changed, because I don't think he'd be any help to me at all.
Professor Daikon? He's another matter. No damage done to him, at least none that is obvious. I have to figure out who he is. I'd be more comfortable if he wasn't teaching Defense against the Dark Arts. You have to figure, in order to teach about fighting against it, you'd have to know quite a bit about it. I'll figure out more as I actually take his classes. Either way, he knows who I am. How could he not? And he'd better show me the respect I deserve.
Wonderful, my so-called cousin, and his other brain dead buddy, Goyle are trying to out do each other for who can make the most noise in their sleep. Vincent snores like he has to rip the mortar off the walls. Gregory burps and farts. In between that, we have Draco, who slurps like a child with a lollypop. I just looked over there, and he's sucking on one of his fingers. Disgusting. I hope one of these classes teaches me how to silence these morons quickly, or I'm going to be facing nights of no sleep in this place.
My Slytherin brethren. What a joke. No one on this planet is my true equal. There is no one I would ever call my brother. I stand alone. And, once I get the power I need, I'll take great delight in ending this game once and for all and leaving this planet a barren wasteland.
Then, it's on to the big time. Revenge. I must never forget that's what I truly live for. No matter how hard they might try to change me, change who I am, they won't succeed.
I am Vegeta. I am the Prince of All Saiya-jins.