Author's notes: This was already half written when I posted the main story. This is a companion in Cat's point of view, so it would help a lot to read the other story first. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: DBZ isn't mine (although I wish it was) yadda yadda yadda, characters aren't mine except Cat. All I get from this is therapy and a bit of a mood boost. Sue if you will, I have nothing.

Catrik's Diary

Dear Diary,

Hope my Father can't see me writing in a diary, he'd go ape. Say that a warrior wouldn't do such a thing, that writing things down for only you to read is a sign of weakness. Well he didn't know much, not about me at least. Well, give credit where credit's due he didn't get much chance to get to know me. I got shipped out at the age of five, but even then it was beginning to show, that I was different from all the other young warriors. Looking back on the way that they treated me it is obvious that they were scared of the amount of energy I could channel through my young body. Maybe my physical strength wasn't a challenge in a hands-on battle, but when it came to energy attacks, well…I even outweighed the Prince, who was destined to become one of the strongest fighters in the universe.

It was a mixed blessing, that I now know, if I hadn't got away from the planet and then deserted my superiors I'd have been long gone. Vaporised in a flash of light as my home planet was destroyed. The strange thing was I felt them all die. The guilt still remains, even though they were all heartless killing machines, who would have somehow managed to destroy the entire universe without Frieza's intervention, I wish that somehow I could have helped them. Thousands and thousands destroyed in one moment. Fear caused it all. The few parties of Saiyans alive were steadily hunted down and killed, all except Raditz, Nappa and Vegeta… well as far as Freiza was concerned there were only three Saiyans alive.

It's quite funny how I managed to evade them for so long, how I stayed alive for so long, but that is another story for another day.

I wish that this mood would leave me, it's becoming very hard to continue. The urge to just give up is slowly consuming all of my emotions. Vegeta doesn't need me. I must admit I've been spying on him to see how his new life is shaping up. He's doing pretty well considering he's stuck up, loves himself and believes everyone else is put in this dimension to serve him. I just want to go and give him a good slapping when he starts screaming at his wife, but she just screams back even louder. Very amusing. He doesn't need me, not that he will even remember me at all. He has someone he can spar with that presents a challenge, and his wife looks after him. Maybe I will do it, I just can't live like this anymore. I'm sorry.

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There will be more diary entries from Cat as soon as I can tie her up and blindfold her while I photocopy it! Keep watching. Feedback would be nice (constructive critisism please. saying I'm shit doesn't do anything because I will get angry, and you dont want to see that!)

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it. Love Cath >:o)