“Kakarott, what are you doing?” Vegeta asked as he entered the room.
Goku shut his journal in mid sentence and looked up at Vegeta with a smile, “Oh nothing, just writing in my journal.”
“Journal? I’m surprised you even know how to write!” Vegeta scoffed.
Goku laughed lightly and then pulled a book out of his pack and handed it to Vegeta. Vegeta accepted it and looked at it. It was a blue book; Vegeta’s favorite color. Goku watched as Vegeta inspected the book.
“I bought that for you. You can write down your most private thoughts and no one will ever read them,” Goku said.
“Tch. I don’t need a diary,” Vegeta snapped.
“But they are good. These types of books help us deal with our emotions. It is a two step process. First you have to fill up the book with all your thoughts,” Goku said.
Vegeta flipped through the book of blank pages and then looked to Goku, “And then what?”
Goku smiled, “Once you do that, then I’ll tell you the rest. And remember Vegeta, it has to be truthful or it won’t work. Think of it as a challenge.”
Vegeta stared at Goku for a few minutes. He was not one to back down from a challenge and since it was offered to him he might as well. Pausing for a few moments Vegeta finally retreated with his book into his bedroom. Goku watched and then continued his writing. Inside his own room, Vegeta sat on his bed and opened his journal. He continued to flip through the pages expecting to see some kind of hidden message that maybe Goku had left for him but there wasn’t any. He then closed the book and looked at it. It was rare that anyone ever gave him a gift. He lay the book gently on the bed beside him and then fell back. His legs hung off the bed as he stared up at the ceiling.
Vegeta then shifted his eyes to the picture on his night stand. It was a picture of his family; Bulma, Trunks and Bra. He deeply missed them. It had been a few years since Bulma had died of something call cancer. Vegeta still didn’t understand it but it happened and there was nothing he could do about it. And then, not long after, his son had committed suicide. Everyone said it was not his fault but Vegeta knew it was. He had pushed his son beyond breaking point. And when his mother had died, Vegeta acted as if nothing had happened. He watched his son become so sad and yet he did nothing to comfort him. The only one left alive was Bura. She was gone a lot though; she had a life. She worked and went to school and when she wasn’t doing that she was doing something with her friends. He saw her every now and then but mostly just to see her wave goodbye to him.
Vegeta lay there thinking about all of it when he remembered what Goku had said to him about filling up the pages in the journal. He sat up and reached over to the night stand. He opened the drawer and rummaged his hand around in it searching for an inking utensil. When he found one he pulled it out and then opened to the first page of the book. Vegeta stared down into the soft white page. He thought for a few seconds about what to write. He then started. As soon as he had written his first sentence he stopped and looked at his hand writing. Vegeta wondered where he had learned to write like that. It was awful sloppy. He decided he would try to do better as he sat on his bed trying to perfect each letter as he wrote it out.
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