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Enjoy chapter 10 of Daddy's Girl.
Chapter 10
Pale faced she silently stares outside into the dark nothingness. Not even the tremendous beauty of the thousands of golden stars surrounding her seems to make her smile. Her dry lips are set in a straight line and a strange hollow look is reflecting in her blue eyes that seem to look more dead than alive as her right hand carefully rests on her horribly flat abdomen. The child, the poor child, it never had chance.
Without blinking she keeps staring through the grand window. Dark circles underneath her eyes as proof of her sleep deprivation. Her body, almost nothing more but skin and bones, dressed in solid black and her blue locks, that used to cascade down her back like the most beautiful waterfall of all, now pinned up in a tight and strict looking bun.
The young woman standing by the window, staring out of it without really seeing anything, is just a ghost of who she used to be. No longer can anyone see her bright and bubbly spirit reflecting through those never ending oceans of blue, no longer can anyone hear her joyful laugh that has always been able to bright up a room, no longer can anyone feel the caring warmth that always came off of her when merely speaking to someone. No, that woman is gone. A part of that woman died together with her husband and then, weeks later, when all of the stress and pain of his death became too much not only for her, but for her unborn child as well, the rest of that woman also died. Now it's just a ghost who's standing there. A woman with pale skin and dark clothes, a woman who never smiles, a woman who has cried up all of her tears and is now left with nothing more but hollow and tired look in dull blue eyes.
She has nothing. Not only is her husband gone, but his child went with him…
She lets her right hand drop off of her abdomen. Her womb is empty, just like her heart and just like her soul. She never knew that feeling nothing would make her feel so…devastated.
She sighs and turns around, her thin legs barely being able to carry her as she slowly walks to one of the anthracite colored armchairs standing in the room. Carefully, like a very old and very fragile woman, she sits down in one of them and leans back. Her hands in her lap with skinny pale fingers spread against the rough black fabric of her dress. A strand of aqua colored hair manages to escape from the tight bun and falls over her forehead, tickling her small nose. She doesn't react, she just keeps staring at her hands, her fingers, her ring finger that still carries the elegant white gold wedding band. She stares at it intently, as if able to get anything out of it. Then she sighs again and slowly shakes her head, not really knowing what to do, when to do it and how to do it.
Frieza watches his daughter from a distance through narrowed eyes, hidden in a dark far away corner where she can't see him. These last couple of days his head has been filled with thoughts, desperately trying to figure out a way to help the desperate young lonely woman sitting in that chair on the other side of the room. He can't stand it anymore, her pain, her sorrow, it's becoming too much, the weight of it is becoming too much to carry, even for him. Maybe it's karma, for now he finally realizes what he's been doing to others for all those years. Conquering, purging and enslaving without a second thought, without even blinking his blood red eyes. Frieza sighs, his pale arms crossed as he carefully observes her face. But she, she is his daughter and in his eyes that's different. He honestly doesn't care about others, he only cares for his own child…or actually the child he raised as his own.
He breathes in sharply and closes his eyes for a brief moment. He never wanted for his daughter to suffer, not only has she lost her husband, she also lost her unborn child, his grandchild. Somehow he blames himself. He was the one who send Zarbon on that mission that turned out horribly wrong. He became cocky, thinking that his power feared and made every living creature in this whole universe cower away and that by sending just two of his men it would be a job well done. By gods he was wrong and the consequence…devastating. Oh he has punished them, he has punished them severely, punished them for breaking his daughter's heart, but in the end it hasn't done anything, it only cooled his temper, his hate and his anger for a small bit. It didn't heal his child's broken heart.
Frieza lets his arms drop by his sides and balls his fists, muscles tensing and veins showing. He knows that there actually is a solution to this chaos, to this pain and misery, he knows that there is a solution that can end her suffering and he knows he has to do it before she gets to the point that she decides to take hand in ending her own suffering. He looks down at the ground with his fists still balled, cursing and swearing inside when he thinks about it, sharp teeth biting his own lips until he can taste the feint taste of his own purple colored blood. He has to go back…he has to go back to that goddamn monkey planet. He has to go back to planet Vegeta and take her with him…
Centuries ago, planet Vegeta was the strongest planet in this universe. Like the Cold family does these days, planet Vegeta also had an active part in planet trade and making sure that everyone accepted the Saiyan king as their divine ruler. Every living being in the universe obliged to this, in fear of their lives. So for years and years they conquered, purged, enslaved, traded and ruled and all went well, all went as supposed to without any real problems or troubles. But then one day the Saiyans came across a new planet, hidden far away in the outskirts of the universe, planet Namek. At first sight the planet was very uninteresting: A green empty planet with a lot of mountains and not so rich soils. Useless. The inhabitants however were quite useful. They were strong people who didn't need food and were able to live on water alone which basically made them the ideal slave. So the planet may be useless and not worth a dime, but the Saiyans decided to capture the best Nameks, sell them on their slave markets to make a little profit, kill the rest and destroy the planet. That's what they decided, but they never actually did so. The Nameks had a trick up their sleeves, a trick that would not only safe their people, but also their beloved planet. It was a huge sacrifice, but it had to be done in order to maintain their normal lives. The Nameks told they Saiyans that they were the makers of the so called Dragonballs and that these Dragonballs were magic objects that allowed them to make a single wish once every five years. But, there are rules when it comes to making a wish. The first rule is that the Dragonballs can only be used by a Namek priest, for he is the only one that is able to summon the dragon, Shenron, that will grant the one wish. The second rule is that you can only wish back someone from the dead. You can't make any other wish because if you do it will anger the dragon for he does not take kind to those who are greedy and the power of Shenron is so great that it can destroy the entire universe. The third and last wish is that you can only wish someone back once and deceased must have died in battle. You can't wish those back those who died of natural causes for it simply was their time to go and be at peace.
At first, the Saiyans laughed when they heard this. A magic dragon?! How absurd! But then, the Nameks proved it to them and once they did, the Saiyans had no other choice but to believe. So the Saiyans and the Nameks came to an agreement. The Saiyans wouldn't enslave or kill the Nameks and wouldn't destroy the planet if the Saiyans got hold of the Dragonballs and a Namek priest to summon the dragon once every five years. So it happened and these days planet Vegeta is the proud home of the Dragonballs. Once every five years they have this enormous celebration in which they wish an important Saiyan warrior back from the dead. They have done so now for centuries.
Frieza sighs. He has heard about the Dragonballs before, but because of their limited options he never really cared about them. What harm can one Saiyan every five years do? If those Dragonballs had other options then…yes then they would have been interesting. But then again, if they actually had other options the Saiyans would have probably done something with that knowledge centuries ago.
Frieza slowly nods as he again lifts his head up to observe the young woman with the pale face. Until now he never had any interest in those Dragonballs, but now he suddenly does, especially since he knows that it's only a couple of months away until the Saiyans are allowed to make another wish. Frieza breathes in sharply before quietly turning around to leave the room. He still remembers that woman…that strange woman luring in the darkness of the palaces hallways, telling him about his daughter's importance…yes, he still remembers like it was yesterday. But he can't let his daughter drown in her own sorrow like she's doing now. He'll have to keep an eye on her, but he's going.
He's going back to planet Vegeta.
