Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ... but I do own Octavia, Frieza's ex-lover. So... yeah. lol.
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Dedications: I dedicate this to Vickychan, for the relationship between Frieza and my precious character would not have existed at all without her, and our long-running RPG.
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From the Author:
Octavia was a cold-hearted humaniod warrior. With her physical attributes, she would just barely pass as an earthling. She had thick, strait black hair to her knees, and inhumanly aqua-blue eyes. Her skin is very pale by human standards, perhaps nearing the shade of an albino, if not passing it, yet she still has more of a tint than a changeling. She had "mild" psycic powers, and a tragic past.
At eighteen-years-old, she met and married Frieza. This all takes place somewhere after GT. Upon discovering that she was pregnant on the day after the wedding, she began to have great doubts, and told him that she wasn't ready for all of this; that she was far too young. He loved her enough to let her leave after the baby was born. And so she left him with a hole in his heart.
The following is a journal entry of sorts written by their daughter. Enjoy. And review!
Sometimes, it makes Daddy angry to look in my eyes; Sometimes, it makes him happy. Lately, though, I think it makes him sad... I don't like to make Daddy sad. I don't like to make him angry.
When I grew my hair long, it made him angry. He put on a happy face and said that I was beautiful, just like she had been; that her black hair went to her knees like mine did; that I was so much like her. He doesn't know how much like her, though. Mommy gave me something that Daddy couldn't. She gave me the gift of sight. I knew how it hurt daddy to see my hair sway behind me, I felt the pang in his chest as I left the room. 'Oh, how beautiful your mother was. You'll just never know.' When I was eight, I cut it off. It's to my shoulders now. I liked it better the other way, but, no matter what he said, Daddy didn't.
Daddy loves me, but sometimes he can't look at me. Sometimes, when we're talking, he has to turn away.
When I was little, he used to sing me a bedtime song. He said that his mother used to sing it to him, but that mommy used to sing it to him too. After a while, he stopped. I think it was too painful.
When I get a little older, and Daddy is feeling down, I will rap my arms around his neck from behind, and sing the song into his ear. "Hush little baby, don't say a word..." But once after I turn fifteen, he will make a comment that my voice is "maturing"; that it reminds him of her's. He will never say which mommy I sound like. I don't think he'll be completely sure himself. I'll stop singing the song to him when I realise that it hurts Daddy, rather than calms him, to hear it. Sometimes it will even make him cry...
Uncle Coola will start bothering Daddy on my sixteenth birthday. He'll say that it's time to "marry me off", but Daddy won't listen to him. Coola's words will make Daddy very angry. He will never say exactly why he is angry. It's either because he respects me as a person... or because the thought of losing me will be too much for him to bear. He'll say that he has to take a trip to Earth to "cool off". He will bring me with him.
Shortly after we get there, Daddy will begin to smile again. He loves the little planet; says it has a "good atmospere". I'll love it too, and I'll know what he means.
A brown-haired earth-boy about my age if not a year younger, will stare into my eyes as if transfixed. Daddy will notice whats going on, and pull we angrily by the arm away from him into a nearby restaurant.
There, a young waitress, maybe a few years older than me in human years, will serve us. She will have thick, beautiful bright-orange pigtails that do down slightly past her breast-line, and have a hint of dark roots. Her skin will don a very sallow-looking tan, doing a pretty bad job of hiding an obviously-porcilen complection. Her eyes will be a deep, inhuman blue... my eyes.
I will try my best to read her mind, like I am, even now, capable of doing with most-anyone. But I will hit the strongest brick wall I have ever experienced.
Daddy will look away as he makes his order, and be in a strange mood the rest of the night.
How old am I? I'm nine, and yes, I know all this. Mother's gift was more powerful than father ever knew. I'm almost sure it was more powerful than mine.
Daddy wonders if I have the gift. He's looked into my eyes before, screaming out in his mind 'Can you hear me, darling? Tell me if you can hear me!!!' Every time, I act oblivious. If he found out about it, he would only want me to tell him where mommy was; how she was doing. But mommy doesn't want to be found. She would hide from me easily. And even if we did find her, it would only cause my Daddy more pain. Mommy won't come back to us. Mommy's happy right where she is...
Daddy's coming in now.Goodnight, Diary.
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