*DBTyrana

colored my doodle. Isn't she a genious?



Upon agreeing with myself in the well stated fact that anything concerning my insubstantial person is of no interest to anybody else, this journal will become from now on "Goku's diary" It was something gestated last night. And, miraculously it started writing itself in just one night altogether. Nothing like this ever happened before to me, so I'm actually astounded that I could write a whole piece all at once. Ok, it's short and I was awoken throughout the whole night to finish this and I was so tired I'm not sure what I've written or if it makes any sense at all. And not only isn't beta-ed but I didn't even get to read it when it was done, I need to sleep! So sorry for any mistake, incongruence and general crapiness. I don't know if I will be able to keep on with this. In case I could, you know me too well; so expect VegexGoku hanky-panky in further installments and possibly babies

Since it's Goku speaking here, I've tried to be less 'flourished' than usual. I hope is a believable Goku ^^, (BTW, I know how Priority and regenerated are correctly spelled, the mistake on those are intentional. As for the rest of mistakes those were genuine Lol

Here it goes:

First Entry

Dear diary,

Today was the joyous day of Buu’s demise.

Man, that fight with the pink gurgle was incredible. Several hours have since elapsed and I still can feel the rush in my veins. Too bad it’s all over, I can wait to meet him again in his next life. I hope King Kai keeps his promise to give… pppp.. pri…
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…Eh what was that word he used? It started with p… property? No, I know that one… pyroly…no, no, no, it sounded more like priroritic…Whatever! He explained it meant he would fix it so Boo’s new self could return really, really soon, this time re--gene-- regent…regentated…mph! …as a good person. That will be quite a ride, my hairs satnd on end only thinking of it. It’s a pity that will take some years, awww, it will be so booooring!

If at least I could have stayed dead…With all the bunch of tough guys I still had to fight in the otherworld. But here there’s nothing exciting to do. I would like to fuse with Vegeta again. It was a dream come true, all that power was so electrifying. The way our energies merged together, man, I thought I was going to explode like a super-nova. Never before I had felt so alive, I miss him, when we were together as one I felt indestructible…I’d give anything to do it again. But I think Vegeta would prefer to die instead…Mm, I must think in a way to bribe him into it. It’s funny, I don’t understand why he was so hostile about the whole thing being such a sucker for strength. Though…he’s so proud and arrogant, he sure hated the fact to only be able to reach such power with my collaboration. But when all was over he was acting weird, not mad as I thought; he was discontented, like disappointed; I cannot put my finger on it…and he looked at me funny…Oh, well, I wish we could be friends; I bet we can reach higher power levels if we trained together…Well, that will be number one in my to-do list: To befriend Vegeta. Yup, I know I’ll get it.

Hehe, maybe, things won’t be that boring after all. And I can have some fun training my Goten. Wow, that kid is amazing, so young and supersaiyan. That’s my son. It’s a shame I cannot see him more often now that I just got to know about him. Mph, Chichi has not been nice…dumping me without even giving me something for dinner.

When we gathered the balls and Shenron resurrected all my friends I was so happy. They were all there, Krillin, Tenn, Yamcha…We had a great banquet -courtesy of Mr.Popo- at the lookout. Heck, even Vegeta didn’t seem as grumpy as usual…only half…and he kept looking at me funny. But I cannot be so sure about that, cuz I was too distracted with all that heavenly food…mm…And all went so dandy. It was nice to enjoy the company of old friends, without any threat to care about. We laughed a lot; I missed that. I didn’t realize it until now. All those years I remained dead and I didn’t even give a single thought about it, Isn’t it funny?
It’s so incredibly amazing to find that the rare moments of true happiness, most of the times, are made of the simplest things. There I was, sat beside my younger son, stuffing my mouth as if there was no tomorrow (hey, that almost happened, courtesy of Boo!) when certain buzzing, some muffled chuckles and giggles drifted to my ears. I lift my head to a bunch of merry faces staring at Goten and me. I was baffled but didn’t stop eating as I eyed them inquiringly, waiting for an explanation of sorts, but none came. For a second Goten and I looked at each other, both identically dumbfounded, but shrugging our shoulders we resumed our alimentary activities, and it was then when a general laughter rumbled throughout the lookout. I set my chop sticks on the table and, scratching the back of my head, joined the collective diversion with a rather silly guffaw. Through the corner of my eye I could see my son mirroring inadvertently my every stance, expression, movement, guise and manners. That gave me a clue of what had my friends at the verge of hysterics. Krillin, who had it the worst, with a face so red I thought his head was about to burst out spraying tomato juice all over the place(He really looked about it, believe me!) and barely containing his tears stammered something about Goten being a perfect mini-clone. I sensed heat painting my cheeks in glowing red and my lips rejoicing in a beaming grin. Heck, even Vegeta descended for a while from his aloof throne in the summit of his coldness to acknowledge the general sunny mood with an amused ’hn’

The whole situation might be silly, inane; but I felt such warmness spreading inside…But then I noticed for the first time that Chichi was abnormally quiet; nothing remotely close to her usual histrionic self. She looked skittish, edgy as if something was gnawing at her from the inside but she was so contained it was almost scary. And those eyes…Honestly, I would have preferred at that moment that she would have retrieved from out of nowhere one of her frying-pans of doom (where she did get them anyway? There were times I wondered if at some stage of her adolescence she ran away from home to join a circus and become the assistant of some cheap magician. She was gifted with a raw talent, she would have made a career there, surely by now she would be famous…And that poor pan, that was something. Really durable; undamaged after years of beating the very life out of my tough, tough skull and still shiny and lustrous as the first day.) Uh? What I was talking about…Oh yes, her eyes. Her eyes had a glint I never saw before, a glint I never thought possible to find there. It screamed guilt and betrayal. Chichi? Not her, she had always been so clear…Ok, ok, I admit she could be manipulative and calculating, and best your average cunning, sly gouger with her devious tricks. Otherwise, our marriage would have never come into existence. Had I known then the degree of commitment it implied, I would most likely had fled on the back of my loyal Kinto’un to gleefully dip into the very bowels of hell.

Darn, not that Chichi isn’t OK or something. But I was too young and the only lifestyle I pined for back there was one full of adventure -riotous, haphazard and dangerous. Cuz, what could feel better than getting dissolved into the freedom provided by kicking some asses and blasting some noses; than loosing myself into the joy of my childish braggadocios, asserting the superiority of my force?

And Kami knows I don’t blame her, neither I ever sulked or acted sour about it. I tried, I swear I really tried to please her, to devote myself to her. But there was always something missing. And this imposed life, and believe me I state it without bitterness, was choking me, strangling me and sucking out the very breath from my lungs. So what else can I do other than escaping?

My only remorse: Gohan. Gohan was always the collateral damage of my misdeeds, the one left behind whenever I feel the urge to toss myself upwards desperately to hatch to the surface into fresh, pure air. ‘It’s for the best,’ I tried to quell the voice of my culpability with dubious reasoning, ’He cannot spend the rest of his life being a dependent, weak child, he needs to mature, to become tough, to acquire character. As I did myself, growing by my own.’

I stole a glance at Gohan over the rim of my bowl of rice. He seemed happy. Once reassured myself, my easygoing self returned, munching happily, careless. The strangeness of Chichi’s antics forgotten. Until she brusquely sprang from her seat, as if she had a blistering amber beneath her behind. She announced she had to leave, with such coldness in her voice it reminded me of that snowed mountain nearby Octagon house. And a chill bolted up my spine.

I asked her to wait for me but she said I could not go home. That house I made with my own hands wasn’t mine anymore. I was completely stupefied, as so the rest of the attendants were. But after a brief, tense silence all was a jabbering rampage of requested explanations from each of us, her refusals an rebuffs, reproaches and intercessions from friends, I think I heard a couple of derisive snickers from Vegeta- his indifference would have been more desiderable at that juncture. Finally, after so much insistence, Chichi gave in, though reluctant to vent her secrets to eavesdropping ears.

She had a new husband.

The bomb! If Boo had rematerialized there in the lookout in that precise moment and started dancing the hula-hula it wouldn’t have caused such commotion. I’d have never thought possible human jaws had such capacity of distension. Mouths and eyes grew to unsuspected limits before starting pouring insults and recriminations.

As for me, I could not understand why everybody was so mad at her. Yet I was at a loss as to why I was forbidden into my own house. I remember to have been lingering in scratching my head more insistently than usually because it was all too confusing. And the most confusing of all was to see Chichi so collected and silent, only the throbbing vein on the corner of her forehead showing how tense and aggravated she actually was. I have never seen her like that, I was so accustomed to her passionate tantrums that this antics, I must confess, disturbed me more than any other thing I have ever confronted.

I only wanted to know what was going on, but all I could manage was to call her name inquiringly, but very weakly. Everybody else astoundingly heard me through all the ruckus and they turned their faces in my general direction almost apologetically, as if ashamed of having completely forgotten about me in their harassment of my wife, err, ex-wife.

She talked to me in the same condescending tone she would make use of with an ignorant kid (as which I suspect she- and most of my friends- have always regarded me.) She said our ’till death do us apart’ votes had dissolved when I decided to remain in the otherworld, and she needed a real husband, a man selfless enough to love her more than anything.

And she had found him.

Funny how my sons hadn’t told me anything about it. It’s not that I was angry or upset. Well, only for the fact that I wasn’t allowed go home for dinner. I made clear I did not mind that other man living therein with all us. I just could have my own bedroom, and besides I would probably leave for long periods in search for some action. But she made a funny face as I was explaining myself and she kept on refusing, explaining that it wasn’t the right thing to do. That now I had to live my own life, away from them all. I really couldn’t understand what was all the fuss about it, or either her exasperation when I asked her why she didn’t want to cook for me anymore. She only said she wasn’t my wife anymore. As if that was the ultimate argument which explained everything.

When she left, followed suit by my sons, my friends hurled over me trying to disguise their pity as sympathy. It was suffocating. I just needed room, and air, and some peace. So, as much tempting the prospect of an abundant and good meal might sound, I declined politely all their offers of an overnight stay at their respective abodes.

It was quite the task to disentangle myself from that human blanket, but finally I found myself free again, sailing through the blazing colors of the evening sky, without a clue of where I was going. I didn’t care in the least, I just wanted to fly, and breath deeply and chase the clouds and laugh with joy at how pretty was everything.

The diversion ceased the moment my stomach started rumbling. Time to find a place for the night. I spotted a nice clearing surrounded by lush foliage, but before landing I soared in wide circles high above the forest looking for my dinner. I met it in the form of a big, succulent dinosaur that I caught without even breaking a sweat. I licked my chops in anticipation, salivating all the way to the clearing. But the night did not result as memorable as it had deceptively present itself.

Oops I miscalculated…ehehe and I burnt my food when I tried to roast it with my ki. But, it had been ages since last time I had to resort to hunt and cook my own food and sometimes I kinda forget the extent of my power. Now let me tell you something, never ever try charred dinosaur-steak. My stomach roared and lurched the whole night as if it was possessed by some diabolic force. I was so queasy after so much retching that I barely made it, stumbling all the way to a nearby cave. With the last ounce of strength left on my wrecked body I flopped with a very loud and unceremonious thump on the solid ground. It wasn’t anything like a cozy bed with soft pillows to snuggle into, but at least it was warm and dry.

I felt so weak I thought I wouldn’t be able to pull myself up for the whole night, let aside bearing the pressure of my own weight. An unbidden guest soon proved me how stupidly wrong I was. It was there, prowling in the shadows, the demonic beast. A MOUSE….baring blood-thirsty teeth, shooting all its evilness through those red eyes. I squeaked hysterically, like a frightened girl and, shrouded by a sheet of cold sweat, ran, ran for my life through the forest, branches digging and tearing at my flesh, the icy air biting at my skin. Halting before the highest tree I swung my head over my shoulder to make sure the monster wasn’t near and climbed to the top, where I perched myself , keeping a restless vigil throughout the night.

P.S: Tomorrow I NEED to start building a cabin…as far as possible from that damned cave of doom.



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