Entry One:
July 21st
Tried to pretend that I was writing in my journal for the past couple of weeks but then the blue hair harpy started spying on me. The Prince of all Saiyans apparently couldn't be trusted so she followed me one day to see if I was writing in my journal and found out I wasn't and bitched at me for like the rest of the day and would not shut the hell up about it. Then she had the balls to fucking threaten me that if I didn't write every day or every other day she would disable the gravity chamber for an undetermined time.
Fucking bitch….who the hell does she think she is? Isn't me putting up with her ass enough? I am The Prince of Saiyans for fucks sakes. Saiyans are a warrior race we do not revel in stupidities like complexed emotions. We eat breath fuck and fight. I don't know what else she wants from me. THIS IS HOW I AM.
July 24th
Not sure what to write. I am still pretty fucking pissed about Bulma threatening me about this shit. Hell I am more pissed at myself that she came come up to me at any time and grab me by the balls and twist them at her own pleasure to do what she wants with me. Beaten by a mere human woman and forced to write in you….
" In you…" Vegeta repeated to himself and tried to stifle a giggle.
"Fuck!" he shouted.
"Kakarot's rubbing on me more than I thought…" A big grin sprawled across Vegeta's face.
/ Fine she wants me to express myself…FINE / The Prince shook his head and focused back into writing.
Something is wrong with me…I think… it seems to me that me and the harpy have been clashing a lot more than normal and have been drifting further apart. As of late we have been fighting a lot more and say the most nastiest comments we can think of right then and there in the heat of the moment to hurt each other and then….then just go right into makeup sex. Although now…now it seems to feel like something is lacking and it's becoming a chore. For me at least, as for her it's always the best sex for her. Im not sure what it is. She even dragged me to couples therapy but my anger got the best of me and in the end I tried to Galick Gun that judgmental bastard…saying I had daddy issues and other shit I can't really recall since I wanted to fucking smash his head in. [ imagine that red lights song in the Kill Bill movies XD] Bulma made me look for the Dragon Balls and wish for that over grown lizard to erase the memories of the people who experienced my awesomeness that day.
Judgmental bastard deserved it.
We've tried going out on dates thinking maybe we were just stressed out. That kinda worked but then it died out for me again. We've tried to experiment seeing we needed just something different in our routine but still nothing. As a matter of fact I even moved into my own room. It…felt….right. I don't know how to describe it really.
My focus seems to be shifting. It has been for a long time but it seems to me that I am losing control in these new….I guess I could call them urges. Not sure what to call this feeling yet. I just know that I feels like something from within wants to leap out of my body and this heavy anxiety settles right onto my chest. I don't know… maybe from all the years of being fucked up by Frieza are finally getting to me and I'm fucking going crazy. Who knows? Fuck. I know for my sake whatever this feeling is, I cannot allow it to overcome me.
I CANNOT
AND
WILL NOT!