Entry 2
[ Vegeta's journal is extraordinarily private. Unless you're his doctor, you're not likely to get away with reading it. ]

I actually fell in front of her. Collapsed, like some weakling. It was utterly humiliating! Yet the woman didn't mock me... she actually wanted to help me. She goes against all reasonable logic. It's infuriating! Even when I'm not around her I find myself trying to figure her out! How can one person possibly house all those conflicting emotions?! Still, I suppose I do owe her some gratitude. Afterall, were I in her position I probably would have left her there.

Some sort of holiday just passed. I came out of my room to investigate the other day and came face to face with the morbidly obese nurse at the front desk. For whatever reason she was dressed like a pumpkin. Why she would want to accentuate her fat ass by dressing like some kind of gourd is beyond me. And they wonder why everyone in this place is batshit crazy. Look at the insanity they subject us to! They even hung one of their idiotic decorations on my door. Apparently the illusion of having a witch smashed up against it like a bug on a windshield is supposed to be amusing in some way.

It wasn't.

Frieza's trial was mentioned on the news today.

I... couldn't watch.