Disclaimer: All creative rights to the Kill Bill characters belong to Quentin Taratino; I am not getting any profit from this story.
A/N: I see this having maybe five parts (though each is self-contained).
Inside the Pussy Wagon, she stares for a moment at that perfect suburban house, with its toys strewn across the pristine lawn, its aura of normalcy and banality. There is a girl in there who will grow up to kill her, she knows. It has happened time and time again, even to herself, and she does not doubt that she will die at the hands of that grown-up child. To pretend otherwise is to deny the truth of her nature.
Over the course of her life she has wondered whether things might have been different if she had not lost her mother to violence. Would she have found Bill? Would she have been content living an abject, normal life, as she was unable to be now? Would she have been able to kill people?
Now, she wonders if, given the chance to change the past, she would do so.