Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, that's probably a good thing

A/N: If this chapter gets kinda confusing, I'm sorry. Chapter 4 might help with that, so bare with me. I really donot like school…

'Writing/thoughts'

Narration

Actions during writing

The demon paced Marron's room impatiently. The girl had had the undying nerve to go on vacation the day before the demon got there, how dare she! But having no one else to prey upon, the demon had waited, her patience thinning every day she waited. Finally the girl had returned, but had spent almost no time at home, let alone in her room. 'This is why I do NOT work with children! Hardest things in the world to keep track of, and they don't even TRY!' Footsteps caught the demon's attention. They were hurried, almost running sounding.

As the demon retreated back into the shadows, Marron burst through her door and threw herself onto her bed. She stayed there for several hours, crying more than were supposed to be possible for a human. 'Perhaps she is not?' thought the demon idly. Finally the girl quieted. A few moments later a woman entered the room. She had shoulder length blonde hair and intelligent eyes. She wore jeans and a white t-shirt with a solitary green strip across the middle. She sat on the bed and whispered something to the girl, then got up to leave. 'Could she be the girl's mother? She looks so young, a acts more like a friend then a parent.'

Getting off her bed, Marron made her way over to the desk for a tissue. Upon reaching the desk, Marron noticed the faded book, lying expectantly on her desk. Smiling, Marron opened it, grabbed a pen, and began to write…

'I guess Daddy finally got me a journal. It looks kinda old, but that's good. Older journals have a story behind them, and it's easier to write in them because it feels like writing to your grandmother, instead of just in some blank book. But that's not what I want to write about today.

'Trunks is sick, really sick. I feel especially bad about this because I was off enjoying myself in the mountains when it happened, so I couldn't wish him to get well. But he didn't seem mad when I went to visit him a week ago, he just seemed really tired. Apparently, that's an improvement. I wonder how sick he really was before I got here. Goten was telling me about it yesterday. At first Trunks just had dizzy spells, but now he can hardly stay awake. I know everyone's really worried, but I think Goten has it the worst. He's getting sick, too. Just a cold, but it's got Ms. Chi-chi all worked up. Now he's only allowed to visit Trunks if he can prove he's feeling alright. I don't know how he does it, because he looks terrible, really pale and thin. Poor guy. Today could not have helped.

'I went over to visit Trunks again, because Mom said she needed some "alone time." Guess she's really upset; Mom never needed anything like this before. Anyways, I went over to C.C. to visit my friends. It was okay until Trunks woke. That put Goten in a much better mood, because Trunks had been asleep for about 36 hours straight, which was starting to scare people. I think his record is 72 hours, but I don't really want him to prove that, or beat it. After Trunks woke, we had lunch and talked. All seemed to be good, the key word there being "seemed." Goten and I were playing hide-and-seek, because little kid games calm his nerves, when we heard this really annoying whining sound. We traced it back to Trunks room, then to one of the machines Bulma had attached to him. I knew there was a reason I didn't like those things, now I know why. Whenever one of them makes noise, it means something really bad has happened. This one measured my friend's heart.

'Bulma made me go home after that, and Vegeta had to knock Goten. Apparently he didn't want to worry about him fainting, and this was the only way to make sure he didn't. Anyways, I came home and cried for a long time. I ran out of tears before I was done, but I felt so bad! After a while, Mom came upstairs to tell me that everything was alright, and that Trunks was safe again. It doesn't really help, but I smiled so that Mom thought it did. She doesn't need too much pressure on her right now, because she decided that tonight we were gonna tell Dad about Trunks. You see, we didn't tell him before because Daddy has a weak heart. Nobody knows why, it's just a condition he got a couple years after I was born. It's not fatal; it just means that sometimes we have to be a bit careful about what we say to Daddy and when we say them. This is one of those times.

'I guess I should go help Mom with dinner. Daddy will be home soon, and this will be an easier operation if Mom doesn't have to worry about two things at once. Maybe I'll write more tomorrow. Probably not...

Sincerely,

Marron'

More tears were making there way slowly down Marron's cheeks, but she just whipped them a way.

The demon waited until Marron had left the room, shutting the door rather harshly as she left. She picked up the book, then yelped, dropping it in the process. The book felt like liquid fire! 'This girl is not pleased with something,' thought the demon worriedly. 'How am I supposed to get the book out of here when I can't even touch it?'

"Ever notice how all your plans seem to backfire?" The demon spun around.

"You! I thought I told you to leave me alone!"

"I did! I left you alone for a whole month, and look at the trouble you've gotten yourself into."

"I do not need your help, Page, so just go away."

"Still don't think a mortal can be of use?" Page was an average looking girl, height-wise. But that was where it ended. She had bright, sapphire colored eyes and hair the color of the void called space. She wore a shirt the same color of her eyes, though it lacked their sense of mischief. Her pants were a brown-colored cargo type, and poking out from under them was a pair of blood red sneakers. She walked across the room and picked up the book. Flipping through it, she frowned slightly. "A month without me and all you could do was annoy three mortals? Tsk, tsk, you're loosing your touch Doshito."

"How do you know my name?"

"Hmmm, I don't think I feel like telling you, yet."

"Yet? Whatever just give me back my book."

"No."

"What? Why not?"

"I want to read it. I'll find you and give it to you when I'm ready. It'll be somewhere in those woods." Page pointed out of the window in Marron's bedroom. "I'll find you, so don't waste your time looking for me. We both know you've never found me before, when you wanted to or not." With that, Page turned and left the room, still carrying the faded gray notebook.

Doshito started at the door for a long time afterwards, until the sound a car door slamming brought her back to reality. 'I need to leave.' Jumping through Marron's window, Doshito silently thanked whatever god this planted used that the window was big, and wide open. Flying quickly towards the woods, Doshito wondered idly if she should try to hide from Page. 'Doubt it would help, that girl would find me if I hide in Hell…'

A/N: Reviews affect whether or not I kill Trunks so do update. Next chapter will be all about Page and Doshito, so you've got a while till I decide everybody's fate.