Date: October 20, 3065 (The Future )

Dear Diary,

Lately, Mom has been looking extremely tired. Pretty much every time she moves, she feels pain. And if I ask her about it, she'll tell me it was nothing, just that she's getting old, but she's only 42.

I try to keep my profile as low as I possibly can. I can't die now that Goku and the past are in jeopardy. I'm still training; in fact I just finished up my daily workout. I'm starving, but our food supply is low. I wish I could've brought something back from the past.

Last night, I had a dream. Actually, I would consider it a nightmare. Or a memory.

I was walking in the rain, destroyed buildings crumbling around me. I was looking for something, but I wasn't sure what I was looking for. The rain felt completely real –cold and lonely. As I walked around the corner in my damp clothes, I saw Android 17 and Android 18 and Gohan.

His face was beaten and blood leaked from the corners of his mouth. One eye was half-open and he looked like Swiss cheese. There were so many holes that went from head to toe. The androids were laughing with their hand up ready to blast Gohan into oblivion. I screamed and ran towards them, but my legs wouldn't allow me to move and my mouth did not allow me to scream. I was stuck, helplessly watching as my best friend and master get blast to oblivion.

Then, I woke up sweaty and panting. My blankets were at the bottom of my bed. I must have kicked them off. I turned and looked out my broken window that was reinforced with duct tape and plastic-wrap. It was raining outside. There were no blue skies. Just gray cloudy rain clouds. Just like my dream.

And this was my motivation to kick those androids' butts back where they belong –in the scrapyard.

I'll check in later,

Bra Briefs