Date: September 17, 3045

Dear Diary,

First of all, I haven't thought of a name for you yet, but I will develop one soon. Don't you worry! Anyway, I'm sitting uncomfortably on a boulder that's sticking out of the Earth and it is blazing hot out here! If it weren't for my Capsule Corporation jacket, I would be as cool as a cucumber. Hold on, let me fill you in.

I slipped into my disguise which was just huge pants, the official 20 years in the future Capsule Corporation jacket, and the baseball cap. I know, it's not the most ideal costume, but at least I can move in it and fight. Plus, Mom said that it wouldn't be a good idea to show myself as a girl because so far, there are only male Super Saiyans.

"Why do I have to hide my gender?!" I barked at Mom. Honestly, I haven't done this a lot. She already has too much stress in her hands.

"Why not? It's for safety. They'll think you're a fragile, damsel-in-distress," Mom had replied calmly, trying to control her temper on her teenage daughter.

"That's not it!" I snapped. "Are you being sexist? You're a woman! Show some pride!"

"That's exactly my point," said Mom. I felt my expression falter. Before I could say anything, Mom continued, "Your father isn't . . . very . . . He . . . didn't want a girl."

He . . .

Didn't . . .

Want . . .

A . . .

Girl?

"Oh," was all that could escape from my mouth. That conversation was never mentioned ever again.

Thinking about it right now makes me angry. As I am writing this sentence, my fingers are tightly enlaced around the pencil and my writing is beginning to go messy. Dad is

Bra slams her diary closed. She stuffs it harshly deep into her bag. End of entry.