A Killed Bill: The Later Years
Summary: A scarred but relatively normal Gogo joins a former member of the DiVAs to get revenge on a Beatrice Kiddo.
"That bitch will pay....I look so ugly now!" Gogo traced her hands on the dark scar running down her forehead. "Tell me, Angi-lah, you think I look ugly!!?" She had whipped around from the mirror and had her hands on my pearl handled revolver. "Dear Gogo, you never will look ugly..." I ran my index finger over her beautiful lips, and gently removed the revolver from her grasp. She started sobbing....as I held her hands...
20 something years earlier.......
Bill and Budd. Ack, Toto and Dorothy. I thought. They had a job for me. I had a funny feeling I knew what this job entailed - Kiddo, The Black Mamba. They were coming around to discuss the specifics of this hit. Not that I didn't know...Kiddo was leaving our world, and Bill didn't want to lose his "gea jook", his best student. Ha. Like I was going to clean up his own mess, guys like Bill should have better ideas than to stick his dick where it doesn't belong. Stupid little brainless shit...
"C'mon, let us in, it's us..." Budd's voice rasped through the intercom. I mumbled a reply, and got up to press the release button near the phone. Several minutes passed in a flurry of cleaning. "Knock, knock...it's us..." I got up and opened the door, to be greeted by a faceful of fresh flowers. "Hey, darling...miss me?" Budd's voice snaked out from behind the bouquet. I held the door open, replying to Budd, "I thought Bill was with you?" Budd shook his head in negative. "He decided to talk to Elle..not like she'd need any convincing....by the way, where do I put this down?" I pointed to the table least piled with tech stuff, watching him struggle to put down the vase and flowers. When he was finished, I opened my mouth again. "Budd. I know your brother wants the Mamba dead. I will not have any part of this." When Budd inclined his head to ask why, I began again. "Bill knows better than to get me to be his fucking maid, and clean up a situation that he had part in creating!"
6 years after the Chapel Incident
The cell phone rang again. The number was unfortunately, familiar. "Wai? Budd, what do you want?" "Angi, Beatrice has visited O-Ren." He paused, letting the implications of that sink in. "Is Gogo fine?" A pause, then an audible gulp. "Nah, she's got a pierced brain, they are checking her out at Hishorima hospital in Tokyo." I asked Budd what her injuries were. "An accident, pierced with a table leg with nails in it." I hit the end button, and threw the phone out of the car window. "Driver. The airport, please."