A Journal?

I sighed writing down the events of the past few days. It wasn't much and wasn't that comprehensive if another person read it. However its real purpose was not really needed to be read by others. It was all notes and theories.

Two of which were newly added. Portion of my notes was my journey with Martial arts. An idea I had come up with early on when I first started training. Mom encouraged it, immensely, so it worked out. So she was more convinced to let me do martial arts rather then more, eh... productive things.

Right now though I began a to revisit the theory on Time Travel. I had some loose papers on Bulma's theory on how she would build the time machine. Looking the whole thing over I got a better idea.

This was the main timeline essentially. Nothing special nothing changed. However a version of Machidonia went on a one way trip back in time. This trip had to be one way. This was because the fuel for time travel. The Fuel was a very special mineral. One that was rare and impractically impossible to get in large quantities.

Dr.Briefs had some of the mineral and I remember two other Earth scientists having some as well. The mineral was glassy and fragile as well. Earth had enough of the mineral by my estimate, 7 trips with a time machine if one was ever built.

So how to beat a time traveler right? If you knew how they traveled you can infer how far back they traveled to right? The catch was that step required some serious math that I couldn't do alone. Which meant I had to contact Earth, or just Piccolo who was there. He could then pass the equation to Bulma and so on.

"You keep a journal? or is that a diary?"

I looked at Cheelai and rolled my eyes. "Its actually just notes and math."

She looked at the papers a sighed, "Man, so lame."

I shrugged, continuing to look at my notes. Cheelai pointed over my shoulder, "The co-efficient is off. If you want to find a Time Travel's travel time you only need to know the two dates. If you don't know the dates though, you'd be able to sublimate them with some estimated dates until it aligns with the appropriate information."

I stared at Cheelai and she gave a huff, "Did you think I was stupid or something. I mean I'm not a genius or anything, but I can do 3rd Rank Math."

The fuck is 3rd rank math? Eh, alien school system changes right? I shook my head, "Yeah, whatever. The problem of what you just said though is that's a lot of work i don't want to do and thus will pass off to some one else."

Cheelai shrugged, "That's fair." She turned to me again and realized she was too close. her face went red and stepped back. "Anyway, Lemo said he has something to talk about. I do to, but I already heard what Lemo wanted to say so we can talk later."

I gave a sigh, So i got up and closed my notes.

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"What's up Lemo?"

He was in the ship packing a small bag. "I am gonna visit a few old friends. Sadi is gonna go with me. Just wanted to give you a heads up."

"Sadi is going, what about her soldiers." Lemo nodded his head.

"A sayian named Choi will be in charge. She was Sadi's handmaiden or something. The sayian equivalent at least, now though the girl is Sadi's vice-commander."

I nodded, so he had it. "Why take Sadi then?"

He nodded, "Some extra contacts. I need a sayian and or muscle. Sadi also said she doesn't want to hide anymore. Did you know she erased her memories of planet vegeta?"

I gave a light nod. "Yeah, that seems like a bad wish. Except not like I lived her life so maybe it was a never forgive never forget situation."

Lemo nodded, "However she wanted to forget and leave it behind her. Would make sense. Honestly I think it relates to her family, what I have heard the sayian societal structure for their queens is never pretty."

Lemo asked, "With me going, what do you plan on doing?"

I honestly didn't know. As I mostly just planned on training and finding people to use Zenkai drain on. "I have to get stronger if I plan on fighting Frieza. Guru gave me some information I need to capitalize on."

Lemo asked, "Anything I need to know?"

I thought about it and nodded, "Find trustworthy sayians since you are taking Sadi with you. Strong ones that are also righteous or at least good hearted ones."

He nodded, "Gotcha, I won't ask for elaboration."

I gave a smile, this was why I liked Lemo. He was efficient and didn't care as long as the out come was good. I would also find Sayians, but do a little bit more forced action. The my goals were not for the sake of the sayian god. My goal was more related to study and training. They made good punching bags.

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With my wish made I didn't really feel the shame of it anymore. After all i didn't even remember what it was. However I couldn't help, but feel a little lost now. Looking at a photo of me and my husband and son. I couldn't help, but wonder.

Would my son accept my plans? I sighed, taking out a second picture. One of Tarble. He was young, but no longer in this world. How was it that he could die. Yet I don't become a super sayian? A super sayian like that freak enforcer that works for Frieza! How was it that vegeta? The untalented one of my two sons became a super sayian?

I couldn't help it. I could only scoff at the difference between the two. Vegeta however would never know that he wasn't that talented. Not compared to his brother. Not compared to my angel.

My husband was the one who raised Vegeta after all. So special he was, taken away. Never for me to meet him unless it was after he conquered his first planet.

I crushed the photos. I may have erased my memories of Planet Vegeta. However everything that happened off world still was fresh in my mind. I stood up and cracked my neck. Eins is a good kid... I guess he's no longer a kid to me. Shit, that is gonna be weird.