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"Forsaken"

I don't understand. I don't understand why you hate me so much. What happened? What did I do? It's all I've ever wanted to ask you. I still remember when Ojiisan came and got me. I remember mother's hesitant stance as she allowed me to be taken from her sight. More than anything I remember how you looked at me. That burning glare as you stared at me. Hate etched into every single one of your features. Hate for me.

Your words were worse weapons than any I have ever faced. I remember them as clearly as I remember my long buried family name. I may no longer be your daughter father. I may even be considered lower than any other sayain but you are still my father. You may hate me. You may never forgive me but no one will ever make me stop loving you.

I'm sorry. Sorry for something that I don't even know that I've done. I stare out the window of my adopted home. Ojiisan and Obassan, they love me. They are willing to accept me as a daughter. Sadness fills my heart as I realize, as many time before, that I cannot return their offer. My father is the Prince of all Sayians. My mother a brilliant blue haired genius and heiress to Capsule Corp.

"Kristia." I hear a knock at my door and turn to slowly watch it open. I smile at Obassan as she tells me it's time for bed.

"Alright Obassan. I turn back to my desk and gentle set my pen back into my pencil holder. I gingerly lift up my favorite journal and stand to return it to it's place on my bookshelf. Making extra sure that I mark my last page, I close it and put it back in its place.

Obassan smiles at me as she comes to kneel beside me by my bed. Prayer is a very special thing to me. It's one of the most precious things that Obassan and Ojiisan taught me when I came to live with them. It's amazing to realize that even though I feel alone God is still with me. He understands everything I'm going through.

I smile as I finish my prayers and then slip into my bed. Obassan places a delicate kiss on my forehead and wishes me pleasant dreams before slipping out of my room.

I sigh as I shift in the darkness and wait. It's become an every night ritual with Ojiisan and me. Obassan is always the one to come in, make sure I say my prayers, and then put me to bed. However, Ojissan is always the one that tucks me in. I hear a gentle rap on my door and wince as the light shines into my eyes.

I can just make out the curves of Ojiisan's smile as he draws near to my bed. He sits down on the corner and we have our usual talk. Hi, how was your day? Did you get your studies done? Have you perfected that technique yet? And every once in awhile I'll get the "Are you okay?" I dread those. I've never been a really good liar but with most people I can just kind of smile and nod. It never works with Uncle. He can always see right through me. Fortunately, our talk does not turn down that path tonight. I yawn a few times and snuggle under the covers. I try not to drift off as Ojissan and I finish our talk. Realizing how tired I must be, Ojiisan rises from his place on my mattress. He firmly tucks the comforter under my mattress and the pull the ends up around my face. I smile as he kisses my forehead.

"Goodnight Goku-Ojiisan."

His eyes meet mine and I can tell even through the darkness that they are beaming with joy. I didn't speak for almost two years. I almost laugh to myself as I consider the fact that he may have thought that he would never hear me say those words again. 'I didn't think I'd ever speak again myself' I mused.

"Goodnight Kristia. Dream good dreams." He nodded his head slightly and then left for the night.

I sigh, turn on my side, and then prepare to go to sleep. I already know I won't have good dreams. I have the same ole' nightmares every night. Poor Ojiisan and Obassan must never get any rest. One of them is in here at least twice a night. I sigh discontentedly and pray that one day my nightmares will cease. Who knows maybe that day will be today.

I only wish I could believe it.

An: Well, what do you think? Should I continue it?