Date: September 19, 3065 (The Future)

Dear Diary,

I just woke up and it's 7:34 right now and I'm guessing in the evening because the sun looks like it's going to set.

So where was I?

The next thing I knew, I was in bed with an IV in my arm. The place stank of bleach and it made me feel sick. Who has died in the bed I was sleeping on? The lights flickered several times, but regained its steady glow. The window was open, letting fresh air in, but it didn't help the hospital smell at all.

There was a knock on the door. I closed my eyes and sensed out who was outside my room. It was the younger version of Mom.

"Come in," I croaked. I had no idea my throat was so dry and I felt like I was speaking a different language.

The door swung open and in stepped Bulma. I know, it's wrong to say your parents' first name to them, but still, technically, she isn't my mother.

"How ya doing?" Bulma asked as she pulled a chair next to my bed and sat on it.

"I'm thirsty. And these bandages are itchy," I said with a smile.

Bulma returned that smile, but then let her face sadden to its state before.

"I'm sorry about Vegeta. He's been really acting up about this Super Saiyan stuff," she mumbled, so quiet I could barely hear.

"No, it's fine," I lied. You couldn't tell the difference. I was so drugged up that I basically slurred those words.

She made a sly smile.

"And also, those attacks. . ." Bulma began. Her tone changed to a more forceful tone. "Those attacks might have damaged your insides."

"It's fine. I'm a Half-Saiyan."

"I know you are. I did the calculations and . . . . it seems you might have only 3 weeks to live..."

I straightened up. This was surprising to hear.

"That really did that much damage?"

Bulma nodded ever so slightly.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Gohan came into the room with a bag in one hand. He was sweating and his breathing was quick and deep.

"Gohan! Don't barge in like that! Hasn't your mother taught you any manners?!" Bulma yelled. Her voice rang through my ears. I flushed a bit.

"I'm sorry, Bulma, but Dad said to give you these." Younger Gohan held up a small cloth bag.

"Senzu beans?" Bulma asked not to anyone in particular.

Gohan nodded.

He stuffed his hand into the bag, ferociously trying to get one of these beans out. When he did, he walked up beside the bed. I felt my face heat up when he fed me the small green bean.

Slowly, the pain began to disappear like a wave of relief. My skin tightened and healed itself in a nick of time. I blinked several times as I swung my feet over my hospital bed. I looked amazingly at my hands.

I was healed.

"Wow, Gohan, I was just about to tell her she was going to have to go through surgery! Phew, that was a relief!" Bulma said cheerfully.

All I could think about at that time was scalpels and scissors and I shivered.

"Are you cold, Miss?" Gohan asked worriedly.

I was just about to say yes when I realized he said 'miss'. That's when I knew that they knew who I was.

"No."

I got to my feet, but it was unstable so I ended up using the bed for support. Nonetheless, Bulla the Klutz fell over and Gohan had caught her.

For a second, I could see the familiar face Gohan and Younger Gohan had shared. Their eyes were exactly alike. I shook my head and jabbed Younger Gohan in the stomach which sent me to the floor.

"Ow!" we both cried.

"Hey, miss, what was that for?!"

"Shut up, kid," I muttered involuntarily.

"I'll leave," Bulma said as she stood up and left the room. She also closed the door behind.

"Who are you?"

I looked up to see Gohan standing on his feet.

"Why do you want to know?" I spat out.

His expression faltered. He looked hurt.

Has this kid ever been bullied or tossed around before?!

"You're not from around here are you?"

"I said shut it, Gohan!" I shouted.

He took a step back.

"You're not evil are you?" he asked.

I was just on the verge of sending ki blasts as his handsome little face when Goku walked in on us.

"Hey, guys!"

I had the look of surprise everywhere on my face.

"Are you guys doing something?" Goku asked as he set his hands on his hips. "Gohan, you shouldn't push a girl to the floor, you know that."

Gohan straightened.

"And who are you? I've been waiting to meet you," Goku said as he took a seat in Bulma's place.

My eyes suddenly directed at the ground.

"Goku, Gohan, I come from the future."

At first, they looked interested and hooked in, but the next thing you know they were flipped over and laughing their balls off.

"THE FUTURE?"

"DAD, THAT IS HILARIOUS!"

I knew they wouldn't believe me, so I looked around for my Capsule Corp. jacket. I found it hanging on one of the chairs. I walked over, steadily on my feet, and took out the pictures I had. I shuffled them around and found the picture of Gohan in my time. My fingers gently brushed against his face and then I turned the photo around.

"Look."

They stopped laughing and leaned in close to see what the picture was.

"Gohan?! Is that you?!" Goku cried as he poked the photo.

"Hey!" I shouted as I pulled the picture back. "Be careful! I don't want your fingerprints all over this picture!"

"So how are you a Saiyan?" Gohan asked. He blinked innocently.

I explained why and how I was here to the two Sons. They kept throwing questions and finally, (I am no fortune teller) they asked what they were doing in the future.

"You're both dead."

"H-how?"

"Gohan, you tried defeating the Androids I've told you about and Goku, you died from a heart disease a year from now," I mumbled.

They were in shock.

"So there's really no way to beat them?" asked Gohan again.

I nodded.

"I need you guys to train. Train as hard as you possibly can. I've stayed here long enough. And, Goku, here." I pressed the bottle of medicine in his hands. "Take these pills when the time comes. There's no cure in this time, but there is in mine."

"Well, stay alive until then," Goku said as he curled his hand into a fist around the bottle.

I smiled and turned to the opened window.

"Do you want us to tell anyone else about this, Bra?" questioned Gohan for the millionth time.

"No."

And that was it. I took my time machine back to my time. Now, I just have to wait a year and hope Goku is alive. He's their only chance at winning against these Androids.

See you later,

Bra Briefs (^-^)