Trigger Warning: Lots of references to the rape in the first chapter and other such scenes. You probably shouldn't read if you have been through such a thing yourself.
Also, the formatting is buggered with the diary entries. I've separated them out as a result.
She's behaving much better now.
Really, I so savored striking that wall of emotional numbness that she put up. I enjoyed every crack in it that I created.
But the moment it broke, the moment she shattered...it was so beautiful. She was finally mine to mold into whatever I wished. It's been a year, and I have to say I'm pleased. There are still hiccups, of course, but when I speak, she looks to me with rapt attention. When I give an order, she follows it without question. When I make a...demand...she complies with an eagerness that makes all my hard work worth it.
And to think that all I had to do was stop talking to her.
She's been a good little bitch.
And good little bitches get treats.
Borea felt sick. Her father never once used her mother's name in any personal logs where she was mentioned. Had he really only seen her as a pet?
She took a deep breath and looked farther back into the file, hoping to see where this had all begun, although why-why, she wasn't sure. Or maybe 'why' was the reason.
Then she opened the very first entry in the folder. It was a video file marked "Day One."
...and by the end of it she really had gotten sick. What kind of a vile bastard kept a video like that around? Oh, yes, of course. Her father. And her mother...
"Gods, mom...I'm so sorry..." It was terrifying to watch-never before had she thought things had been this bad. That her mother might have been a little unwilling at first, she had expected-but it had always stuck in her mind that, however much Kale might have disagreed with her father, she had at least some regard for him. That she had perhaps been seduced, or lured into being his mistress. But...this? This? Ginyu had given her a hint of the situation, had explained it, but she still hadn't quite believed him until now.
It was with a strong effort and an increasingly weak stomach that she listened to the audio file that directly followed the video, as if determined to further prove her mother's innocence.
I loved every minute of that.
Sex is always good, of course, but...in cases like this, it's...oh...so much better. She was mortally afraid from the second she realized what I was going to do to her, and it was wonderful.
Her cries were so...
so...
The best part is (and I know this for certain) that she thinks that was it. One time and it's over. Hmm, what a time I shall have teaching her how wrong she is...
It disgusted Borea beyond any ability of hers to describe the feeling.
Her father had...
He'd just...
He'd taken her mother, torn her to pieces, and devoured her whole, for no other reason than to get off on her suffering.
Silently, she kept reading, until she found an entry with her name on it.
The brat has to go. Her mother is far too attached to her...despite her loyalty, there's always that chance. A chance I am not willing to take.
It worked for a while, using her as another means of control, but given her age and that sullen, rebellious streak that's been cropping up of late, it's best not to create any...situations.
I've grown accustomed to having a warm place to spend the night and I'll be damned if I'm going to let any motherly notions ruin that.
If there was one thing Borea knew, right at that moment, it was that she had to see her mother again. Soon.
"Happy birthday! Um...how old are you?" Bulma laughed as she brought the small cake forward. "I hate to ask it but..."
"Physically, 29. Mentally...52, I think?" Kale smiled briefly. "I've just reset the clock, it makes it easier."
"29 it is, then. By the way, where's Krillin?"
"Heck if I know."
"Well, if he's not going to show up, at least we have one man to keep us company."
"...who?"
"Jack Daniels, of course!" Bulma drew the bottle from her pocket with a grin.
"I thought you weren't feeling well enough to drink lately. What happened to that?"
"Oh, I'm feeling fine now. Better than fine, actually."
"Still seeing Vegeta?" It hadn't surprised her, really. As fiery as Bulma was, it just seemed so...fitting.
"Oh, yes. Why do you think I'm drinking? All the aches and pains, I need some kind of-"
"Bulma!"
"What? Oh, right...sorry."
Ribbit.
"Oh, ugh...him again," Bulma said, looking down at the Ginyu frog.
"I wouldn't say that so quickly," Kale replied, picking the frog up. "He's saved my life more than once, you know."
"But wasn't he one of Frieza's yes-men? The goons that-"
"Wasn't Vegeta? Wasn't I?"
"Well..."
"All I'm saying is, you gave the two of us a chance. And we've probably never saved any lives."
"And you say he has."
"Yep," Kale said, opening the bottle of Jack and pouring Bulma a half-glass of the stuff. "You remember on New Year's Eve when I rushed out?"
"Yeah?"
"He was in the hoodie. Had that collar on, he was talking...trying to get me not to...to..."
She took a deep breath.
"He was trying to talk me out of suicide."
"Oh my god, you were going to-?"
"I was. I...I was still seeing Frieza. And hearing voices, and...well, a lot of things I've already mentioned here and there. I was flying out and looking for a place to do it, and between him and the hallucinations and everything I fell into a pond. And I would have let go if he hadn't stolen my body and brought me out of it."
"I never thought he'd be that kind of...I mean, after what he tried to do? It's like imagining Vegeta going into a burning building to save someone. I would never think it."
"Well...if you want to hear about it..." Kale drew the translator out of her pocket. "Why not ask him yourself?"
"Oh no. Last time he had that thing on near me he stole MY body!"
"I'll take responsibility for him. I can put him in a bowl or something if you'd like, he can't do it through anything, even if it's transparent."
"Look, I...just don't face him towards me." Bulma had downed her half-glass.
"Fine. Hmm, but there's no bowls in here, nothing I can put him in...unless you want to crawl into this?" Kale showed Ginyu her own glass.
He shook his head.
"I mean, I don't think Krillin would like this either...not to mention Goku..."
"Goku would probably be thrilled to have someone new to fight. Besides, from what you've told me, he's a master at befriending people who tried to kill him."
"Touche, I guess."
Kale put the collar on Ginyu and waited as he sat up on his back legs.
"Give me one good reason not to squash you," Bulma said, pouring herself another half-glass.
"To be honest, I can't think of any," Ginyu replied sheepishly. "You could do it with a clean conscience."
"You aren't going to try to justify what you did?"
"How can I? The only thing I will attempt to explain is my reason for doing what I did with your other friends. I thought they'd killed my men. I was...incensed."
"And the rest?"
"Just following orders. I hate saying that-"
"Do you know how many-"
"-atrocities were committed under the guise of just following orders? Yes. I do. Again, you would be justified in killing me."
Kale stood by quietly, more than a little amazed at the calmness with which Ginyu was handling the situation. He couldn't be sure that Bulma wouldn't do it, but he was saying that he deserved it.
"Why not try asking a few more people?" Kale suggested. "Krillin for one, Goku..."
"Oh god, I know what Goku would say. He'd ask if Ginyu was sorry, and if he'd never do it again, and when Ginyu said no, he'd never do it again, he'd be perfectly happy with the whole situation. Probably giddy at the prospect of having someone new to fight!"
And that had been exactly what happened. Goku had eagerly agreed to letting Ginyu have his body back if he promised not to go back to his old ways, and despite some misgivings Krillin as well as everyone else had agreed to it. Mostly because of Goku's convincing.
"Alright, here we go..."
"CHANGE...NOW!"
There was a pause, and Ginyu groaned, standing to his full height. "Oh gods...it feels so good to finally be out of that body. Good lord, was I always this tall?"
"You're sure he's not going to give us any trouble?" Krillin looked up to Goku.
"He promised, and besides...we're all probably stronger than him now anyway!"
"Why would there be any trouble?" Ginyu cracked his neck.
"Oh, I don't know, because he killed Frieza?"
"You did the universe a great service then," Ginyu said, looking to Goku. "It's a better plane of existence out there with that monster out of the way."
From the corner of the room where he was eating, Vegeta was heard to almost choke.
"Who are you, and what have you done with Ginyu?" Krillin asked.
"He was probably as much under Frieza's thumb as Vegeta was," Goku said quickly, "He just handled it different. So..." he looked back at Ginyu. "Wanna fight?"
"Of course! ...after I get a shower and a good meal."
It's funny, really. I got to start over, and so did Ginyu. In fact, he spends a lot of time with Goku now-fighting, of all things. The man is as happy as if he had good sense.
There's a lot of things I'd change at the moment if I could, but I can't...and for the first time in a long time, I'm okay with that. Krillin and I are dating again, and though I still cringe if he touches my neck or something like that, I don't go into full-on flashbacks anymore.
Kale looked up from the diary entry as the messenger icon bleeped, and wondered what Kuriza had to say. She was shocked beyond reason when, instead of his face, Borea's appeared on the screen.
"Borea, are...are you alright?"
Her daughter's expression was a mix of sorrow and shame, and it took a repeat of the question for her to finally answer it. "I...I went through some of father's files."
"Yes?"
"He...he kept all kinds of things on you. I saw..."
"Borea?"
"I...I saw...I saw what he did to you..."
"Borea, it's..."
"Don't tell me it's okay. I thought...you always pretended like everything was fine. I thought everything was fine. I didn't know...and then Ginyu tried to tell me, and I went looking, and...the things he said! The things he bragged about!" She buried her face in her hands and started sobbing. "I'm sorry, mom. I just..."
"It's okay, Borea. He's gone. He isn't coming back. He did a lot of horrible things. Not just to me."
"How can you brush it off like that? How can you...the way he talked about you! And never once did he use your name! You were always 'pet' or 'little bitch' or...or worse."
"I'm not brushing it off. I know what he did to me. I know I can't ever go back and change it. But...but I'm not letting what he did change me. I have a life to live free of him and I won't let him drag it down any longer."
Borea smiled weakly. "That's a big change from the mother I knew. I...I think I like this new you."
"The old me was what I had to be to survive him. I wasn't a good mother because I was so afraid of losing you that I didn't see that I was going to lose you."
"He planned for it to happen. I read it in one of his personal logs. He was going to let me see 'what a monster he'd made you' so I'd rush off all mad and never see you again."
"And conveniently leave me in pieces so he could pick them up."
"Bastard," they both said at the same time.
And then they laughed.