My name is Kakarott Briefs.



Fuck.......... that sounds like the starting of some faggots auto-biography.

I guess I would follow that with the number of people I have screwed and how big my dick is and it would really sell fast.

Ok......... so, who am I writing this for, and why? The answer to both questions is me. So........ I guess you could call this my diary but then I'd sound like a fag.

I have a Mum and Dad and a sister.

My Dads a doctor, my Mum is blonde and my sister is a stupid bitch. My Dad is the smartest person I know except of course for her royal highness who is smarter and prettier then everyone else in the whole universe. Don't make me hurl.

And then there's me.

I'm not smart, I haven't got brains or potential, I'm not going anywhere, so my mother and father tell me every fucking day of my life.

Kami, if they weren't my parents I would kill them.



Ok, do you see what I mean? I'm sure lots of people say that they want to kill someone but they don't actually mean it. That's the difference between me and everybody else in this stupid planet, I would actually kill. And I don't mean kill with a shotgun or bomb, I mean with a power inside.

Shit, I should stop writing right now. Power inside? What am I, a fucking hippie?

I wish I were a hippie. Better then having to live up to your snotty, spoilt little sister.

Bulma Briefs.

Oh great alliteration skills mum and dad, now all you need to do is teach her how to sleep with important people and how to kiss peoples asses all the time and you can REALLY be proud of her. She'll be exactly like YOU two.

All three of them make me SICK. I've always felt out of their little stupid circle. One day, when I was 7 or something, I came home to Mum and Dad screaming and jumping around happily. Bulma had done something special again. Probably pissed all over the kitchen, but of course, since she IS a 'genius' child, she would have done it for a very special reason.

Anyway, for the first time in my life I had wrote a story and got to read it to my class.

Kami, that sounds so desperate but do you know how much of a dumb ass I am? I didn't do anything in school, I drift around year after fucking year and even though I swore at the teacher and told her that she was just letting me read my story out because she wanted to sleep with my dad, even after I got sent outside till I calmed down and then had to go visit the principal's office because I chucked a rock back inside the classroom and some kid got glass in his eyes, EVEN after all that and having to write 7 apology letters I got to read my story.

And for the first time in my life, I was proud of myself. So anyway coming home, I wanted to show my parents my story but did they listen. NO. One said good work honey, the other, I'll read it later.

So what did I do? I turned around and walked out. I walked for hours until I was deep into the forest on the outskirts of the city we live in and finally sitting down I looked at my stupid story that had gotten crumpled in my hand and began to feel the anger build up inside me. I jumped up and punched the tree next to me, my hand hurt like hell but i knelt down and picked up some rocks and started chucking them around me. I wasn't really chucking them at anything, the truth is I go pretty crazy when I'm mad but this time it felt like my whole body was going to explode with the intensity the anger inside of me was creating and when I had run out of rocks to throw I screamed and went to punch the tree in front of me again when I felt something inside my wrist start to burn.

I have never in my whole life experienced something so painful before. My skin started to burn and I stood there looking at my wrist not knowing what to do. At the end thinking I was going to die, I put my arm in front of me and started to shout, I just wanted it to get out of my body and as that thought passed my head a bright light came out of my wrist and to my fingertips and into my palm and that surge of 'energy' got thrown into the forest in front of me.

After a couple of minutes when everything had cleared I remember seeing this huge clear path in front of me and I smiled because I knew that I had done it. I saw a bird flying past high above me and lifted my palm up towards it but nothing happened. I started to think how much I hated birds because they reminded me of how much Bulma liked them and just like before another 'energy' ball got thrown at the bird from my palm. I missed, but I suddenly knew how to control it, anger. Even though that day happened years ago I can still remember vividly what controlled those events and that 'anger' inside my body has never left since.

Oh shit, Bulmas come home from school. If she finds me writing anything, except for school work, she wont stop giving me shit for a week..........