Below are the 7 most recent journal entries recorded in The Adventures Of Prince Vegeta's Slave Girl's Blurty:

Saturday, September 13th, 2003
10:45 am	On the plane... We're finally on our way to Oregon!! I don't know know why I'm so excited, I guess just leaving Capsule Corp and Satan City for someplace new has me all ajitter. Being rich, Bulma was able to score a private plane to fly us all there. Oh, the guys would have flown on thier own power, but the women wanted it to be like a real vacation. Everyone getting to the destination in the normal way and together. Who was all going? Well, Vegeta of course, and Bulma. Future Trunks and chibi Trunks as well. Chi Chi, Goku, Gohan and Goten. Also, Videl, Gohan's girlfriend, was coming along and Eighteen and Krillin. Master Roshi, Yamcha and Launch were squeezing along too. The only one not flying in the plane with us was the namek, Piccolo. He decided he'd get there on his own power, not wanting to be squashed inside the metal contraption for hours on end. As I sit here typing on the laptop, I can't say as I blame him. I have a window seat and Vegeta is sitting next to me, his feet over the isle and propped up on Goku's armrest. His head his back and his mouth slightly open as he dozed. Bulma was behind him sitting next to Chi Chi. I could hear the woman chattering in soft voices, so the others could rest or talk amongst themselves. Ever since the incident with the necklace, Vegeta's kept me almost glued to his side. I don't mind it for the most part, but watching him train day in and day out, hour after hour, does tend to get tedious. I mean, as nice as he is to look at, there comes a point when your mind starts to wander to other things. I bet Heaven is only appealing for so long.... Both Trunks and Goten have been avoiding me. Which is fine with me. The less I have to deal with them, the better. I hate confrontation and did my best to avoid it at all costs. The necklace is still on me. I don't know why Vegeta bothered telling me not to take it off. I tried, just out of curiousity, and it started to burn my skin. It only lessened when I let go of it. It's always warm, but only hurts if I try to remove it. I looked out the window to see Piccolo flying along side the plane. He glanced over briefly before turning to look ahead once more. Well, I'll write more when we get there, I have to pee and I've gotta either climb over Vegeta or wake him up and ask if he'll let me by.... ~Ami (Comment on this)
Friday, September 12th, 2003
3:28 am	The necklace... As I sit down to write the events of the past couple of days run and blur through my mind. After what happened with Goten, I had been dreading what Vegeta would say or do. Turns out, he didn't even mention it, at least, not until last night. I've a cup of chocolate steaming next to me as sit on my bed and update my journal. Bulma bought me a laptop of my own to update my journal from so I can use it when I can't sleep. Last night. Well, let me just start at the begining.... It was near six in the evening. Vegeta'd told me to find something to do with myself as he was tired of looking at me. Fine, whatever. I left and decided that a walk before dinner would be good. I set out and walked for a little ways. I wasn't too far from the house, yet far enough away that I thought I was alone. It was a bit chilly and the wind blew my hair about my face, but not too much so. I sighed and leaned against a tree, closing my eyes and thinking about what my life had become. Was I always a slave girl? Had I been something different in the past? I did not know for I could recall precious little of my life before I came to live with Vegeta and his family. I didn't mine my job, honestly, I didn't. In fact, if truth were told, I enjoyed looking after people. I suppose in another life I might have been like Chi Chi, whose motherly love and concern outshines anyone's I've ever known before. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear him approach. My eyes snapped open when I felt his body close to mine. He placed his hands on either side of me and forced me back against the tree I had been leaning against. "So, you like to watch, huh?" Trunks asked me, a gleam in his blue eyes, "Do you like to do more than just watch?" "Get away from me!" I cried, shoving at him, I was in no way attracted to him. At all. My lip curled in a snarl as I said; "You better leave me alone!" "Or what?" He asked, laughing lazily, reaching out to stroke my hair, I jerked my head away, "You belong to my father. As his only son I should have rights to you." "I'm not a whore!" He shrugged and before I could I do anything he was kissing me! I cried out against his mouth as his hands tried to explore under my blouse. Finally, laughing, he moved away and said; "We'll see." Later on, I was back at the house, trying to forget what just happened and having a hard time. I broke three dishes as I was helping Bunny dry them and put them away. I heard Vegeta calling to me from the gravity room and hurried to see what he wanted. He didn't speak for a long time, only stood with his back to me. Finally, he turned around and said; "I know what's going on." I didn't say anything, but he continued anyway; "I could smell him on you at dinner. I didn't think I'd have a need for this...." I had no idea what he was talking about. But the next instant he took a small box from his pocket. It looked old, the box, and pressed some numbers into a computer code that unlocked it. Watching, I saw him remove what looked to be a necklace with a silver chain and stones so purple they looked like crimson blood. But, what struck me as most odd about the jewelry was how it seemed to glow from an inner essence. "This is a saiyan slave necklace," Vegeta explained to me as he moved behind me to secure it around my neck, it was almost like a choker, it's one middle stone fell between my collarbone. "It gives on an energy signature that corresponds to the slave's master, which would be myself. To humans, it's only a faint glow, and it feels slightly warm to the touch." He was right, it did feel warm, very warm! "But, to a saiyan, even a half-saiyan like my son, it gives a direct; 'don't touch' aura....understand?" I nodded. I understood. He was marking me. This necklace was no more than desplay of ownership. A dog's tag, if you will. "Never take it off." He commanded and turned to leave, thus dismissing me. I heard him say, before he left; "I need to have a little talk with the brat...." ~Ami The Necklace (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 10th, 2003
4:10 am	Interesting Circumstances.... What did I do between the time of my last entry and now....when I should be in bed asleep? Well, after Bulma decided where she wanted us to go, she stayed on the phone for the rest of the night, at least until bedtime, around nine o'clock or so. After givng Vegeta another neck massage, I swear he's addicted to them, I gained permission to go to bed. It was around ten o'clock. I found myself laying in bed, unable to sleep. My body was tired but my mind wouldn't shut off. Then, I realized I heard something. That's odd, I thought, as I thought I heard what sounded like squeaking. My face blushed red as I realized what it probably was. Bulma and Vegeta were most likely enjoying some marrital bliss, and I rolled over and tried to go to sleep. Then my eyes popped open once more. It wasn't coming from Bulma and Vegeta's room, I suddenly noticed. Hmmm... Intrigued, my stupid curiousity got the best of me as I crawled from bed. If anyone cares how I looked at that point, I was dressed in one of Bulma's company's tee-shirts. It was white with the capsule corp logo on the bottom hem, and long, it was a very large shirt so I wore as a nightshirt, and a pair of white socks. My hair, which is light brownish-red that sorta match my eyes, well, not really as my eyes are dark brown, was still in it's normal long braid only their were strands of hair sticking out of the braid since it had become untidy as I tossed and turned in bed seeking sleep that did not want to come. So, I stole from my room, tip-toeing down the hall and up the stairs where I heard the noises. I walked pasted Bulma's parents' room and heard snoring within. I smiled, they were such good people. Walking on, I followed the noises until I could make out soft moans and grunts. Yep, definitly someone enjoying some kind of bliss. I found myself standing outside of Trunks' room. The older Trunks, not the little one, who was asleep in a crib in Bulma and Vegeta's room. Oh, I thought, turning to go, He probably has some girl in there with him... "Oh, Trunks! Yes, right there....!" I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyebrows in my hairline. Was that just Goten's voice I heard?! Oh, this I gotta see! Not that I'm a pervert or anything, but sometimes you just can't help yourself.... "Goten! No, not like that, you need some of this..." The rest was muffled and I heard sqeaking again. Carefully, I turned the doorknob, slowly, so it wouldn't make a sound and eased the door open just a crack so I could peer inside. My eyes widened as I saw the two graceful half-saiyans, naked, sweaty, clinging to each other upon Trunks' bed. Trunks was behind Goten, grasping his hips and thrusting himself deeper into his parnter as Goten cried out and moved with the rythum that Trunks was creating. Sweat dripped into Trunks eyes and his lavender hair was sticking to his face. I watched for a few minutes, unable to look away. Suddenly, Goten turned his head and looked right into my eyes! I gasped and backed up. How could he see me?! It was pitch dark in the hallway and I was so quiet! How did he know I was there? I ran back to my room and shut the door, sitting on my bed, blinking into the darkness, my only light my little nightlight that Bunny had given me since I am still afraid of the dark even though I am twenty-nine years old, still unsure of how I should feel about what I'd just witnessed. I prayed that Goten wouldn't say anything about it tomorrow as I tried to go to sleep. I'd only been laying there for a few minutes when there was a soft knock on my door. Oh, crap I thought, as I gave permission to enter. I knew it wasn't Vegeta. He never knocked. Goten entered my room. He was still damp with sweat and his eyes has a glazed over look to them. A few strands of dark hair hung across his forehead. He'd pulled on a pair of jeans but was shirtless. His muscles gleamed in the dim light with his persperation and he smiled slyly at me. "I knew you were there, Ami." I didn't say anything, only flushed harder as he walked further into the room, adding, "If you'd wanted a show, all you had to do was ask," He sat on the side of my bed and placed one hand upon my knee. I looked at that hand, feeling strange and wanting him to leave, "I might even be able to persuade Trunks into letting you join in." I backed away, but his hand on my thigh kept me in place. I could feel the warmth of his palm through the material of the nightshirt. He was making me feel very uncomfortable. Finally, after a few moments, he stood up, stretched and said; "But not tonight, I'm too tired. 'Night!" With that he left, closing my door on the way. I sat there on the edge of the bed, my heart pouding, feeling as if I should have said something, but not knowing what, exactly, to say. Then, suddenly I was angry. How dare he?! I flared inside my head, How dare he come in here and just assume I'd want...to...to... How dare he?! I fumed for a good long while before finally deciding to get up and make this entry. I fixed myself a glass of warm milk too and now I feel it's effects so I am going to to try to get at least a few hours before I have to be up. ~Ami (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 9th, 2003
7:33 pm	Deciding on a place to go It's after dinner right now. I am sitting cross-legged on the floor in the living room next to Vegeta's chair using Bulma's laptop to type this up. He's watching some t.v. show about people doing stupid things for money or fame. Bulma and Trunks are playing on the floor with baby Trunks and I can hear dishes clank as Bunny cleans up the kitchen. I feel comfortable and happy. Bunny cooked chicken tonight and it was sooo good! I am sitting here with my back up agains the side of Vegeta's chair, typing away. I don't know if the clicking of the keys annoys him or not, because he's basically ignoring me to focus on the show. Every once in awhile, I'll hear him scratch himself, but that's about it. Well, dinner around here is almost an olymic event! From the cooking to the eating to the cleaning! Poor Bunny won't be done cleaning until after ten probably! Oh, Yeah, Bulma finally decided on where she wants to go. We are going to Oregon. It seems she wants to see those huge redwoods! (Comment on this)
Monday, September 8th, 2003
2:20 pm	Bulma's Idea.... Well, I have some news! Bulma wants to take a vacation. I'm not sure yet where she wants to go, but Vegeta's sulking worse than usual about it all. I'm suppose to be fixing a snack for him right now but Bulma said she'd cover for me while I updated my journal real fast. I hate cooking. That's about the worst part of this gig. I don't have to do it if Bunny's around cause her cooking is a hundred times better than mine, but Vegeta said mine is more ediable, at least, than Bulma's, so I guess I should consider that a compliment. I'm not sure who's all going on this little trip Bulma is so excited about, (she has brochures all over the kitchen table and Chi Chi's came over to gush over them with her), I know I have to go, Vegeta already told me that when I asked about it. Bulma's bringing her laptop that runs on batteries so I can still update and keep you informed as to what's going on. Let's see...I didn't get much sleep last night. I was woken up out a dead sleep, (Oh, I sleep in the room next door to Bulma and Vegeta in case your wondering), by someone shaking my shoulder roughly. Groggily, I opened my eyes to see the hazy image of the Prince standing there, glaring at me. He held the remote to the livingroom t.v. in his hand. "Hmm?" I mumbled, half awake, I normally slept light and woke up instantly, but Bulma had given me something for my headache and it dulled my senses. "Vegeta?" "There's a movie I want to watch." He stated, as if I should have know that was the reason he was in my room at...I glanced at the clock...two in the morning. "Come and hook up your backwards planet's excuse for technology!" I can only assume he meant the VCR as I hauled myself out of bed and followed after him, swaying from sleepiness. After I plugged it in and turned the t.v. to the appropraite channel. He wanted to watch Fight Club, I popped the tape into the machine and hit rewind to...uh, rewind it. I stood in front of the t.v. and VCR, listening to the whirring of the machine and Vegeta's occasional impatient huffing behind me in a chair next to the sofa, waiting. "Is it ready yet?" He snapped, I heard the leather of the chair crackle as he shifted his weight. Just then it clicked to a stop and I pressed the play button. "Yes. May I go back to sleep now?" My voice held no sarcasm, I was merely asking for permission to leave, as I knew I must. Vegeta looked at me out of the corner of his eyes, he smirked and said; "Sit down." Automatically, I lowered myself to the floor near his feet, but he stopped me by grabbing my arm and pulling me back up. His black eyes flicked to the sofa; "No, not there. On the couch. Just sit down and shut up." Tired, but knowing I couldn't argue, I did as he said. I watched the movie with him and enjoyed it. I'd seen it before, of coure, but it's one of those flicks that you don't mind seeing over again. Vegeta, however, was conplexed and more than a little annoyed by it. "What the hell?" He barked, "What the hell kind of an ending was that?!" I shrugged, I thought it had ended quit well. Of course being saiyan he easily caught the hidden images in the film and thought that was extremly stupid. He rested his feet on the ottoman and I watched him as he stretched, mucles and cords showing off as he lowered his arms back to his sides and looked at me. Without hesitation, I got up and moved behind him. I was good at giving neck and should massages, maybe that was my one talent! ha! Actually, no, I write poetry and short stories alot too. Though he would never say, I knew he enjoyed my massages, especially after a workout and I could feel how it made him relax more by the loosing of the muslces I felt beneath my fingers. He was wearing a white tank-top shirt and black sweats so it was easy to for me to get a good feel around his shoulders, neck and back as I worked. After awhile he stifled a yawn and told me to go to bed. That's why I am so tired this afternoon. Well, Bulma just signaled to me to get a move on...so, I'll update later and let you know what's going on. ~Ami (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 6th, 2003
10:31 pm	Ugh...embarracing moment....! Well, it wasn't too bad today. Better than yesterday, that's for sure! But I did have a slight embarracing moment... I'll get to that in a bit. Bulma gave me some of her old clothes. Well, to her old is like last week! She has more money than she knows what to do with! I really like using her computer to doing my journaling too, it reminds me of something outta Star Trek and she showed me how to capsulize it! How cool is that?! I haven't seen much of Vegeta today. He's been out with his son sparring or whatever it is they do together. Bulma told me, when I looked confused as to the toddler always hanging around with us and Bulma's parents and Vegeta, and Trunks, when she told me that they were the same person just from different times. That makes my head hurt. Ugh. Anyway, Grumpy stayed outside or in his gravity room for most of the day. He fell alseep watching t.v. in the living room so I knew it was safe to start a new entry since he probably won't be up til morning...unless Bulma wakes him up... But, then, he IS a light sleeper, so who knows. I've learned to be a light sleeper too. I can't tell you how many times I've been woken up with; "Girl! Get down here! I'm hungry and the woman's sleeping!" I'm just glad he tolerates my bleary-eyed three-in-the-morning halfway decent cooking. As I was saying...eerrr....typing. Today everyone was out doing stuff. I think Bulma was shopping or something, Vegeta and Trunks were training with Goku....or as Vegeta calls him; Kakkarot. That's another thing that confuses me, but I know it's not my place to ask too many questions. Vegeta forbade me from calling him Goku. But, even though Bulma told him to shove it and said I didn't have to call Goku kakkarot if I didn't want to, I thought it best to just do as Vegeta wants. Though I've met Go...I mean Kakkarot and I actually get along with him. I have a feeling most people do. He just seems very...likable. I had the house to myself so I listened to some of Bulma's CDs. She liked Fleetwood Mac and Eric Clapton I saw some Britney Spears and Avril Lavigne in with Bulma's collection as well. I noticed Vegeta's tastes ran more towards Korn, Skinny Puppy and Nine Inch Nails. Somehow I am not surprised. I remembered that I needed to clean up the kitchen so I clicked off Nine Inch Nail's Closer track, carefully put the CD away and headed for the kitchen. I turned on the little t.v. set Bulma's mother keeps in there. Oh, in case your wondering, she said she's happy to have the chance to get off her feet. So, I guess she's glad I'm here. Though I once heard Vegeta yelling at her to clean the kitchen herself. "The girl is my slave! Not yours, you ditz! Go get yourself your own if you want one!" But, I liked Bunny, so I didn't mind cleaning the kitchen for her so she could rest once in awhile. It gave me something to do between "Go get me that! Put this back, now! Go tell Kakkarot to get his lazy ass over here..." etc, etc.... Anyway, I turned the channel to some children's program and did the dishes. Humming along with the theme music. After the show, I was sweeping the floor and my humming along with the ending theme music now had turned to singing and I was pretending the broom was a dance partner, twirling it and around and giggling as I sang; "Blossom, commander and the leader Bubbles, she is the joy and the laughter Buttercup, she's the toughest fighter Powerpuffs save the day..." I was really getting into it, not just singing along with the t.v. but belting it out and drowning out the voices on the set. I guess that must have been the reason I failed to hear the front door opening and closing or the footsteps. "FIGHTING crime, trying to SAVE the world Here they come JUST in time, the POWERPUFF..." My voice died down abruptly at the mocking laughter that suddenly filled the room. I felt my cheeks burn and my fingers released their grip on the broom. It clattered to the floor. "What in Dende's name are you doing!?" I turned to see Vegeta standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his hand resting on his hip. He had that arrogant, smug look he always wore so well as he waited for my answer. I noticed he looked sweaty and the tight blue spandex-looking thing he was wearing (Yes, I know he told me it was some kind of saiyan invention...) was sticking to him more than it normally did, showing off every hard agle and strong muscle. "Just cleaning up..." I said, not meeting his eyes. I noticed Trunks behind him, smirking the exact same way as his father and my face became even reddder as I realized they must have been there for quite some time! Oh god! I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole right then and there! "What I have told you about that?" Vegeta asked me. He doesn't like me to do other people's chores as he calls them. "Answer me!" "I'm your slave and no one else's." I said softly, my heart pounding. Please don't let him start yelling...please don't let him start yelling... "Don't forget it." He said, and suddenly Kakkarot pops his head into the doorway, and beams a huge grin at all of us, unaware of the tension in the room. I wanted to look up and smile at him, but I knew that Vegeta would have blew a gasket if I did that so I just kept my eyes lowered until Kakkarot said; "Hey! I'm starving! How about we order a pizza! Whatda say, guys?!" Well, That's all for today... I am too tired to write more. I have to go to sleep now cause, like I said, I never know when I'm gonna be woken up out of a dead sleep to go fetch something or fix some food or whatever... *Yawns* ~Ami Current Music: Damn Powerpuff girls song WON'T get outta my head! (Comment on this)
10:16 am	First post... Ugh...what a day it was yesterday! Thank god he's in his gravity room now! I couldn't wait to get online and start my first journal entry cause I need to vent!! Yesterday night, Vegeta went through twenty-six of those fighting robot thingys that Bulma makes for him and when she wasn't fast enough in repairing them he started yelling at me as I could do anything about that!! I'm no genius!! I'm just the girl who fetches things and stuff! I was in tears by the time Bulma got back from the lab with news of how the 'bots are doing. She took one look at me and said; "Vegeta! What did you do to her?!" He didn't say anything but just stormed off. Bulma took me into the kitchen and we had some hot chocolate and I listened to her bad mouth her husband for awhile while I sniffled into my cocoa. "Umm...I guess I should finish his laundry...." "No, hon, I have 'bots to do all that." "I know," I said, looking down, "But he wants me to do it." Besides, secluded in the laundry room I can avoid Vegeta for as long as it takes to wash his clothes. So, I spent the rest of the evening in the stuffy laundry area washing, folding and ironing and growing more and more upset. I started to think about this journal thing Bulma had shown me on her computer and could't wait to start on it. Oh, crap... I have to go.... (Comment on this)