Disclaimer: Characters are property of Akira Toriyama. I do not own anything.
Note: Thank you guys so much for all the wonderful positive reviews you gave me at my previous chapter and note. That really means a lot to me and because of that I have decided to continue with this story. I am very busy at the moment with my studies and my husband is in the military and he's going away for some time in just a couple of days, so I won't be able to post a new chapter to either this fanfic or my other, The Unwanted Bride, for some time. So I already have to apologize for that.
But since I do want to show you all my gratitude for all the lovely reviews I got yesterday, which really made me smile, I've decided to write another chapter as a big thank you.
I especially want to give a big thanks to Smithback, ScarlettMeadow123102, , foxyrules (who, when reviewing, gives good and constructive comments which I can work with) and to LadyOfShinzo, who gave me a lovely message.
Sadly enough, this chapter is, again, not going to be a very long chapter. I have my reasons for making another chapter and maybe you all will understand once you've read it. The next chapters that I'll be posting, will be longer again, but until then you all just have to do with this .
Enjoy chapter 9 of Daddy's Girl.
Chapter 9
I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day – Mitch Albom
'You're so cold…'
Her fingers spread against his mint colored skin as she crawls against him, leaning her head against his shoulder, her cheek barely touching his bare flesh, pressing a soft and loving kiss on his upper arm. Her eyes are closed and for a moment there is nothing more but pure silence. Her slim fingers still spread against his skin while a lonely tear rolls slowly down her cheek.
'Why are you so cold my love?'
Her voice sounds like nothing more but barely a whisper as she turns her head a bit to face him. Her eyes now open, a hopeful reflection shining through those never-ending oceans of blue. She carefully cups his face with her soft and fragile looking right hand, the tips of her fingers lightly touching his cheek as she bites her lip and slowly shakes her head.
'Why won't you speak to me?'
The tone of her voice sounds a bit louder now, desperate almost as she stares intently at him. Both of her fragile hands are now touching the mint colored skin of his cheeks. She then shakes her head again, wilder this time, long blue curls violently whipping against her own tender skin as she does so. Desperately trying to choke back those horrible tears as she presses her soft and full lips against his thinner and harsher ones. She then leans back a bit, pulling her hands back and crawling against him once more. She snuggles up to him, leaning her head against his chest and enjoying the typical scent of sandalwood that's always surrounding him while mindlessly playing with a darker green string of hair that came loose from his signature braid. Tears now freely streaming down her pale cheeks as if they are able to drown her, not bothered by keeping her composure anymore.
'You're going to be a father Zarbon…just like you always wanted…'
It's no more but a soft whisper filled with pain and sadness, her attention still focused on the string of green hair between her fingers.
'You promised that you would always be here for me…for us, so why, why won't you talk to me?'
She looks up again and as she watches his calm face, with his eyes closed and his skin cold, she again shakes her head and lets out a scream that is filled with pain and sorrow before throwing her fragile looking arms around him, holding him as tight as she possibly can while leaning her cheek against his chest. Tears falling down uncontrollably like a heavy rainfall that doesn't want to stop.
'Don't leave me…please don't leave me Zarbon, you promised not to leave me, you promised to stay…you promised Zarbon, you promised!'
Her voice now sounds no more but broken as she desperately clings on to him. As if she's able to bring him back from where he is with her pleadings. But somewhere deep inside of her she knows that she isn't able to do so and at this moment it's slowly killing her. The sudden emptiness that she feels has shattered her young heart into a thousand pieces. But she keeps on holding onto him for dear life, afraid to let go, her face buried in his chest, unbothered by the many horrible wounds his mint colored skin contains while letting out heart breaking cries.
Frieza silently watches her, his daughter, his child. For the first time in his life he truly feels desperate for he knows that he can't take this pain away from her. His brows are furrowed and suddenly he truly knows that he has a heart for it feels so incredibly heavy. He swallows away a thick lump of sorrow, while forcing himself to keep watch over his daughter who looks to be nothing more but broken. Her cries of sadness and pain hurt him more than anyone or anything else has ever hurt him. He then closes his eyes for a brief moment and releases a tremendous sigh before slowly walking to his daughter. As he stands near her he carefully reaches out his hand and very softly touches her frail looking shoulder. She turns her head around and looks at him while pulling herself up. Her tear streaked face causes a small pang in his dark heart and she silently watches him for a couple of seconds that feel to be a century with hollow eyes.
'I…I…I don't know papa…I don't know what…what to do without him papa…I don't know…please help me…'
For the very first time Frieza feels something burning behind his blood red eyes as he tries to process his daughters words. He looks at her and suddenly sees how fragile and how tiny she looks. He gives a soft sigh and then does what a father can only do at a moment such as this. He silently opens his arms, offering her the one thing he can give her right now and that is comfort and love.
He watches tears still falling down and before really realizing she has accepted his invitation and thrown herself in his arms. He holds her tightly and lifts her up from the bed that she has been laying on, feeling her hot tears burning on his skin. He then slowly turns around and walks out of the room with his heartbroken daughter in his arms, suddenly not minding the fact that everyone can see him as he walks through the hallways while trying to comfort his only child the best that he can.
'I want him back papa…I want him back…Please bring him back to me…please bring him back to me papa, please…'
Frieza places a soft kiss on her blue hair while proceeding to walk through the hallways to her quarters so he can lay her in bed so she can rest. She must rest…especially right now…
'I know child, I know…'
As he nears her room he lets out another empty sigh because for the first time ever…he feels…powerless…
