Date: September 19, 3045

Dear Diary,

I'm in the hospital. Younger Mom just left the room and told me I've been knocked out for two days and that I'm at West City Medical Center.

Even though my head is spinning, I can definitely tell you why and how and what happened. It's as crystal clear as the sun.

I got to my feet, not even worn out by the fight I had with Frieza. He was nothing. Dad got really mad when I blasted Frieza into bits and sliced up King Cold like I was dicing mushrooms.

I walked up to Dad and his eyes sprung up like a jack-in-the-box.

"What do you want, you delinquent?" he growled. His voice was hoarse and not very comforting. How was this man my father? Even so, he is my father. And I hate him for that.

I swung my fist and aimed it at his face, but he dodged it easily.

He snorted and laughed, catching everyone's attention.

"You, little boy, is as scrawny as a poor on my old planet!" Dad tilted his head back and laughed even louder. I shot him a death glare, but it didn't affect him one bit. "Fight like a man. Show me your Super Saiyan power."

"Vegeta, calm down, man!" the dude with the scars said. Who was he? AND WHY THE HECK WAS MOM CLINGING TO HIM LIKE SHE WAS A CHILD?!

There was just not enough time to evade the knee Dad sent right into my gut. I inhaled sharply and coughed out a little blood. The attack made me slide on my feet several yards away from him. One of my eyes was closed and I was still recovering from the pain. The metallic taste of blood remained in my mouth.

"Vegeta!" Younger Mom cried, but there was nothing anyone could do. Out of all of them, Vegeta was definitely the strongest; after all, he is the Legendary Super Saiyan.

I had no idea how to fight him. All he did was throw countless punches wherever he could. Dad jabbed me under the chin, making me skyrocket without using my energy to fly. I couldn't even see him, but he swiftly slammed his clasped fists on the top of my head. Head first, I was shooting downward and plummeted deep into the barren grounds.

My breathing quickened and my eyes rolled back into my head involuntarily. The last glimpses I caught were of Goku, Younger Mom, and . . . Gohan. Then everything went black.

I'm getting a bit tired. I'll write when I feel more awake. In my condition, I don't think I'm getting out of the hospital any time soon.

Good night,

Bra Briefs