Yes, I remember that day; the day she left him behind. The day she walked out on him and left him and their baby daughter all alone. The agreement had been set for over a year, but it seemed, at the time, that neither of them was really ready to lose each other. And yet she persisted!

When this strange girl first came into my master's life, I resented her a bit, for being the one to live out my deepest desires, but I didn't hate her. Oh, no, much the contrary. Lord Frieza had long-ago refused my advances, but that did not mean I'd stopped caring about him. More than anything, I wanted him to be happy, even if it did hurt slightly at times. For him to feel love was for me to feel joy, even if that love wasn't for me.

Over the months, both parties noticeably changed, warmed. In all fairness, Octavia had been an even tougher case than Frieza himself. He had to cut into his own seemingly-unreachable pride to warm her heart, to buy her gifts and make her feel special. And how did she repay him? With nothing but talk of other true loves and a destiny which required no assistance from him!

But she stayed with him. Oh, yes, she stayed with him and used him until she decided that it was time to go and fight her "destined" battle. And she couldn't just leave it at that, could she? No, of course not. She had to tell him that she might be back if she survived! My love spent seven grueling months searching for her! He put everything else aside, and personally checked the entire universe planet-by-planet with absolutely no luck.

And what does she do? Just comes casually waltzing in one day with a smile on her face, explaining that she had spent the most part of her time away deciding whether or not to come back!

Ah, she leapt into his arms and kissed him deeply, telling him that for the rest of her life, she was his. Happily ever after, right? Wrong.

On the day after their wedding, the day she discovered that she was pregnant (with a child she didn't want, and that Frieza wanted perhaps more than anything else in the world... next to her), she began to speak of strange dreams of another lost love, her "soul mate", who was corrupting her, yet who she still cared for. I know that my master must have been heartbroken at that alone, but then after all of that, she told him that she didn't want to be with him, that he could have his child, but not her; that she was suddenly too young for all of it! And although having every right and power in the universe to make her stay, he loved her enough to let her leave him! He agreed, and was different thereafter, drinking a bit more than usual, not looking at me as he spoke.

The next year went by this way. My master was a broken man, and Tia was a cold, distant being just like the day she had arrived; disgustingly telepathic to where one would fear thinking bad thoughts of her while in the same room. You could tell when she understood your thoughts. There would be a shifting of the eyes from her, or perhaps she'd turn away. My guess was that it was some result of the pregnancy.

And then the day came, the day she went into labor. It should have been the happiest time in Lord Frieza's life, and yet through his smiling, one could see a faint fear and anguish of the days to come... she would be gone soon, and he wasn't at all sure that it wouldn't break him.

At first glace, she smiled in happiness at the child in her arms, but within days, she was crying in sorrow. Anyone with half a brain could tell that she honestly didn't want to leave anymore! And yet nothing was going to stop her, even her own love.

She and Frieza had an argument around a week after the child's birth, one which I picked up through thin walls. She'd continued to tell him that it hurt her to leave, that it "tore her apart", and yet she "had to". Frieza chanced to inquire exactly why she had to, if it hurt so much; a reasonable question in my book. She said that she "didn't know", that she "wasn't sure". I think this turned to him telling her to let him decide, in that case, at which point the argument irrupted. In all truth, Frieza would not have kept her there against his will, but maybe speaking his power out loud to her gave him a feeling of hope. After that, the talk became yelling, which became screaming.

The next thing I knew, Tia was shrieking "Fine then, I'll leave right now!" bursting through the doors of the room I was in, and opening the large window which lead to a ten-story drop into a freezing stone-filled river. When I began to rise and come toward her, she looked at me with a fury that could only be described as demonic, those icy blue eyes becoming pools of cold rage, and said in a voice just as chilling "If you touch me Zarbon, so help me God, I'll do to you what I did to my brother!" All I knew of this "brother" was that he had been the one she went to fight all those months ago, the one who had made her the way she was, and who died at her hands respectively. And suddenly, I was frozen, I knew I should do something, but I simply could not move from the spot I was in, even as she stood on the window frame, spread her arms to her sides, and dropped, her long black hair whipping behind her one last time before she disappeared from my site forever.

It was a few seconds more before her strangle-hold on my psyche loosened, and I was able to truly take in what was going on.

"She could fly," Frieza said from the door, utterly detached. I wondered how long he had been there, but reasoned that he must have just arrived, or else he would have caught his wife. "but not well." He took a deep breath, and a long blink. "To have recovered in flight after a fall like that..." he trailed off, and then stared at me deeply, resentfully. I expected him to scream, ask why exactly I hadn't stopped her, but instead there was only silence from the one I adored.

"Shall I deploy the men?" I asked him, expecting him to tell me yes, right away! But he only shook his head.

"Leave her be." He said in a voice that showed the first of his anguish, his loss. He didn't even want to know whether or not she was alive. It would be too painful...

And, so I guess we'll never really know, now will we? Personally, I don't give a damn. What that bitch did to Frieza, my Frieza, is unforgivable; the way she screwed with his head and broke his heart over and over again! Never in all my years as his assistant did I see Frieza in as much pain as that woman put him through so many times. In the meantime, I will love him, I will consol him and be his friend and I will never leave him no matter what.

And to Octavia, if you happen to read this, I would like to let you know that you are not forgiven, at least by me! And you can burn in hell for all I care. More than once, I'd had a mind to simply slap you across the face, make you bleed for what you did to him, no matter what the reprocussions! Do not bother to come back again. You are not welcome in this home.

Zarbon