"I'm coming, mother!"
Lavender was fifteen. Her mother, Mizu Kinoba was a human. But Lavender was only half of her mother's race. Her father had been... what was it called again...? Oh yeah. A changeling. But she didn't know much about him. Mizu only spoke of him if Lavender asked a question - which Lavender had stopped doing because her father was spoken of so rarely. She never really thought of him much now. In fact, she never really had. And she'd never met him in person. She'd only seen him once. Ten years ago. Where her and her mother hand been standing on that cliff and watched as something which had looked like a robot to Lavender was sliced to pieces by a young swordsman.
"Lavender!"
"Coming!"
Lavender stood up; picked up her backpack; and ran downstairs. Mizu was in the kitchen, placing two plates of pancakes on the table. Lavender put down her bag, and sat at the table. Mizu clasped her hands together. Seeing this, Lavender did too. She listened to her mother's words.
"Dear Lord, please make us grateful for this food we are about to receive, and guide us through the day. Amen."
"Amen." Lavender repeated. They started eating. Lavender never really understood why it was the custom in her house to pray before every meal. Neither of them went to church. Mizu said it was because church would bore her and make her want to lose faith, but by praying at home she still worshiped God. She wore a silver necklace with a cross on it, too. Lavender wore a similar necklace, except her cross was smaller.
Mizu looked at her daughter.
"Tonight, I'll teach you how to cast some harder spells." she told her.
"Spells?" Lavender groaned. "Can you teach me how to use a sword?"
"Okay." Mizu shrugged. Mizu was a black mage, as well as a black belt at kung fu and a swordswoman. She taught Lavender everything she knew. Lavender usually enjoyed learning how to use her black mage powers, but she'd become eager to work with swords ever since Mizu had told her that she was skilled enough to.
Lavender finished the last of her breakfast, and stood up.
"Bye, mom." she smiled, and picked up her bag.
"Have a nice day!" Mizu waved her off. Lavender left the house, and headed for school.
Mizu got up, and carried the empty plates over to the sink. She started to wash them.
~~~
"Hey, Lavender!" a human girl waved. Lavender waved back as she approached the girl.
"Mia." she greeted her. They were in the class room.
"Oh no... today we're getting the results from that science test..." Mia mumbled, a worried expression on her face.
"Don't worry. You revised so much. You'll do fine." Lavender assured her.
"I don't know..."
~~~
Mizu turned on the TV, and sat down. She looked at the mantlepiece. There were two photos on it. One, of her holding a seven - year - old Lavender. The other... that was Frieza. The only picture she had of him. She smiled. He was so handsome. Lavender was a beautiful girl, too. But she hardly looked anything like either of her parents. She had her mother's fair skin colour, but her green eyes were ones she'd inherited from her father's mother - as Mizu remembered Frieza saying once that his mother had green eyes. And Lavender's hair... Mizu didn't know where that came from. Maybe part of Frieza's family? Or maybe it was Mizu's father. She was so young when he died she didn't remember what he looked like.
Lavender looked like a human, though. But she was as strong as a changeling. Maybe in her second form she'd look like a changeling? Mizu often wondered what her daughter would look like if she transformed, but daren't try to encourage her to do so. She feared that if Lavender was in a stronger form she'd....
Mizu's trial of thought was interrupted by what sounded like footsteps. She turned the TV down, and listened. Nothing.
"Hm." she mumbled, and turned the TV back up.
Mizu sat, watching it.
"Frieza's mate." a cold voice said. Mizu gasped, and leapt off the couch. She stared at the figure. A man she recognized, although she didn't know the name of his race.
"Mokoto!"
"I bet you're surprised to see me, eh?" Mokoto smirked.
"You swore you would never come near us again!" Mizu protested.
"Us" ?" Mokoto looked at her. "I hear Frieza is dead. Does this mean you have a child?" he asked.
"No." Mizu shook her head convincingly. "I meant Frieza and I. You made the promise to us."
"Really?" Mokoto didn't believe her. He approached the mantlepiece, and picked up the picture of Mizu and Lavender. He pointed to the girl.
"So who's this?"
"A child I used to know. But she moved away some time ago. I was friends with her parent-"
"BULLSHIT!" Mokoto roared. He advanced towards her. "Where is that girl?!"
"I'll never tell you!" Mizu argued. "You have nothing to fear anyway! She's not the Black Hope! She isn't strong enough, and I won't let her become it!"
"I can't take that chance." Mokoto hissed. "Now tell me, or I will have to kill you."
"Never!" Mizu waved her arms. Mokoto gasped as she set him on fire.
"Hey!" he cried out. He glared at her. "You - - "
~~~
It was the end of school. Lavender could see her house up ahead. She started to run faster.
She finally got there, and burst through the door.
"Mom! Guess what! I got a B+ on my science test!" she beamed. Lavender looked around. "Mom?"
She entered the living room, and screamed.
~~~
"Did your mother have any enemies at all?" the policewoman asked. Lavender, sitting in a chair at the police station, shook her head.
"She got along with everybody."
"Who's this?" the policewoman asked, holding up the second photo. Lavender raised her head and looked at it.
"That's my dad. He died ten years ago." she lowered her head again.
"Well... thanks for your help. You'll have to write a statement, but that can be done tomorrow." the policewoman looked at her. "Do you have anyone you could stay with? A friend?"
"Um... yeah. Mia Green."
"I'll give her a call. What's her number?"
"It's..." Lavender told her Mia's number. The policewoman nodded.
"Alright. Wait here." she left.
Lavender thought about what had just happened. It had been so easy when she was a child. So easy to think they'd see each other again someday. So easy to stand and watch, expressionless. But now, she didn't believe any of that. She'd lost more and more faith as she'd grown older. It wasn't because she hated God. She just wasn't the sort of person that believed in it much. She realized that even more now. If she believed like her mother did, she wouldn't think she would never see her again.
Lavender sighed, and buried her face in her hands. She started to cry.
"Mother... why...?"