As the title states, this is MY journal and pertains to the black-star dragonball hunt I was FORCED to go on. I figured keeping a journal may actually be worth my while. I may get easily bored crammed into this stupid ship. Pan is already doing one for herself. Naturally she's going to embellish herself in hers, so I suppose I should keep a REAL account of the experiences we face while aboard this 3-person trash can...err, space ship. If you're reading this mom, I'm sorry, but this thing isn't one of our better products. I can tell you that already and we've only barely left Earth's orbit.
If all goes well, I will recollect the entire mission here, good or bad. If not, well, I hardly think there's anything you can do about it. I am a super saiyan afterall.
Mission occupants: Me (Trunks Vegeta Briefs), Son Goku, & Son Pan, and later added, Gill
Mission length: Maximum 1 year (we need to return to Earth with all the damn balls or else the Earth craps out and everybody dies)
If you are Pan, you'd better KEEP OUT or suffer the wrath of one ticked off super saiyan. Besides, I'll tell your dad you were snooping in my things when we get back. Nyah Nyah! . Negotiation possible...let me read yours and I'll let you read mine. [insert stuck out tongue here]
Oh yeah, the handsome devil you see in the pics above are me during the mission. I was playing with the ship's inboard observation cameras. They were only black & white so you miss out on seeing my beautiful blue eyes and lightly purplish hair, but ah well, my features are still well represented nonetheless. Why'd you put INBOARD cameras in the ship anyway mom? Outboard I can understand, but what were you hoping to see inboard eh? [snicker]. Is it you're hoping for a second honeymoon with dad in this thing someday? Don't answer that mom, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!
