Me: I'm back!
Vegeta, Trunks, and Goten: Oh no.
Vegeta: Why don't you just stay away?
Me: Because I have faithful readers who probably hate me and I must fufill my duty to them. It is my job as a fanfiction writer.
Goten: You can't have a job. You're a Freshman.
Me: Shut up.
Trunks: Kiya doesn't own us, DBZ, or anything related to us. Not even the copyright to Budokai 3, even though she does own a copy.
Me: The point of that last part was….?
Trunks: Goten told me to say it. Please chase him this time.
Me: Sure! (begins chasing Goten)
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Chapter 9: Dear Diary
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We had few run-ins with the anti-Saiyan idiots after that first encounter. Bulma claimed that they were afraid, Trunks insisted that they were re-grouping, and Vegeta began dragging me and the boys into the Gravity Room every 15 minutes. We were in the middle of one rough training session when Gohan walked in with Yamcha, causing me to lose my focus. Goten took that opportunity to trip me, and I glared up from the floor.
Yamcha grabbed my arm and pulled me up, slinging his arm across my shoulders. I sighed and smiled at him. "What do you want?"
"Oh, nothing. This time." He smirked and I rolled my eyes. Vegeta growled slightly from behind us and firmly whacked Yamcha on the back of his head. The locked glares, causing the rest of us to laugh.
"What's up, Gohan?"
"Nothing really." The two brothers engaged in conversation, casting worried glances in our direction. Talk about annoying. After about 5 minutes, I lost my patience and yelled, "Stop looking at me like that!"
Pan, who had recently snuck in, fell on the floor laughing. Trunks walked over to her, obviously trying to get her to leave as Gohan and Goten walked over to Vegeta, Yamcha and I. Yamcha tightened his grip on my shoulder as Gohan spoke.
"I think I know what happened." He held up a small notebook and flipped through it quickly, stopping at a particularly interesting page. The amazing thing was, I could read it.
"It's… in our dialect?"
"Yeah. That's what's so odd about it. I wasn't able to read it, so I thought-"
"Give me that." Vegeta snatched the book and began reading, making small noises every few seconds. He handed it off to me, and I read it aloud.
"'Dear Diary, Just as my Great Uncle… well, Diary, I forgot his name, but I think he was my Great Uncle. Anyway, Great Uncle… dude told me that Saiyans are evil. Ever since I stole that cool dictionary thingy from Gohan-sensei, I've been teaching myself to write like this. Wouldn't it be awesome if someone who speaks Saiyan read-
"Wait, they're evil. Never mind, Diary. Anyway, I heard about this Saiyan person who came here recently. My daddy's been talking about the Saiyans, and he says he sent some people to take care of her. I don't know what that means, but it sounds good. Maybe they'll help her. After all, taking care of her is… a good thing…
"But aren't they evil? Still, daddy says I can't tell anybody about Saiyans cuz they're special and they'll find out who we are. I think they might be nice people, Diary, but daddy says they're like monsters in your closet. They're big and ugly and mean and they eat little girls for breakfast.
"Well, I have to go now Diary. I have to go to sleep. Love, Maria. PS – We went to the fair earlier! It's really late, though. So I really have to go now.'" I handed it back to Gohan, letting the information play through in my mind. Goten and Kakarot looked completely lost as Gohan began processing information. Trunks had paused his 'negotiations' with Pan and pulled out a notebook.
"That was from one of my students, dated a few weeks ago. She's extremely bright, but I never thought her family would be like that. Her dad must be the one going after you guys." Gohan stated, stashing the notebook in his pocket. "I'd check this whole thing out, but a subtle approach is slightly out of the question here."
"I say we go in there and tackle all of them to the ground and make 'em talk!" Pan yelled, causing Goten to sigh and continue where Trunks left off.
"What would make us seem evil, Vegeta-nii-san?" I asked, and both Vegeta and Kakarot continued to stare off in deep thought. A loud rumble caused everyone to turn their heads. Kakarot smiled.
"I guess I'm hungry."
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How's that for making up for… lost time… kinda… Hey, it was 20 minutes, okay!
Anyway, please R&R, and yell all you want.
