There was a technical error in chapter 3, but that's fixed now! ; Sorry for taking so long on this chapter, I had a little writer's block there for a while. But lately I've been feeling all emo-y and that's just the mood that's best to write my angsty fics in!
Edit: Grrrr! They don't let you use those little symbols any more! That means I'll have to use normal dividers! I liked my old dividers.... T.T
I don't own DBZ or Linkin Park's music.
And the fault is my own…
And the fault is my own…
Promise
Chapter 5
"Innocent? Hah! Your daughter is hardly innocent, Kakkarot. In fact, she got herself into this helping her brother to escape."
Goku started, but quickly regained his scolding glare. "Nice try, Raddatz, but I don't have a daughter." I exhaled gratefully. At least one thing in this world was right…Wait, did Goku just say "Raddatz"?
This time, it was Radditz who started. He stared at Goku for some moments before his face evolved into a knowing grin, "I must give you credit, brother, I didn't know you were so good at lying."
"I'm not lying," he returned flatly.
"Oh yeah? Then what's this?" The weights latched onto my shoulders again and I was spun around so fast my legs could hardly keep up. I was starting to get dizzy from Radditz' rough handling. I could feel the nausea creeping up…Don't think about it! Breathe deep… In…out…in…out…
"A tail?!"
"Yep! And it's real too! It was a good lie, but I'm afraid this shoots it all to pieces! Hahaha! Now I've got both your brats, and there's nothing you can do about it!" He laughed, so full of himself, elated that he had humiliated Goku.
But I really wasn't his daughter! Why? Why was everything so wrong? Suddenly I remembered a story I read in school. This guy went on a hunting expedition with a company that let you hunt dinosaurs in the past. There were a million rules and regulations about where you could walk, what you could shoot; they even removed the bullets afterwards so nothing from the future would stay in the past. On the expedition, the man accidentally stepped on a tiny butterfly. When he returned, his language had changed, and his country was under a new system of government!
That was it. It was me. Just being here, I messed up the entire DBZ storyline! I remembered this episode exactly, Radditz was supposed to be trying to convince Goku to join him, Goku was supposed to be denying his Saiyan heritage, they were supposed to be fighting for Gohan!
"Goku!" I yelled, turning around, "forget about me, he's got Gohan in his ship! Over-"
"That's enough out of you, brat!" I flew, hitting the ground hard. I clutched at my scraped arms, looking at the advancing Saiyan with mounting fear.
"Raddatz! Leave her alone!"
I could hear the crunching of his boots in the dirt. The pain in my head was becoming unbearable.
"Relax, I won't kill her! It would be a waste to kill such a flower…"
"Relax, I won't kill you! It would be a waste to kill such a flower."
I could hear him pick up the frame from my desk, the one containing the picture taken the day I was born.
"You really are quite the blossom. You remind me of your mother."
I clutched at my bruised arms, kneeling as far to the floor as I could.
"She loved flowers. How can you love a plant?"
I remained silent, squeezing my eyes shut for what felt like an eternity.
"Answer me!" I was yanked up by a fistful of hair, and stared straight into his face, contorted with anger and rage. I whimpered, started to cry. I didn't know what to say!
"Damnit, girl!" He emptied his other hand, the better to slap me. Slowly, I watched the small picture fall to the ground and shatter. The only picture I had of my mother, my only concrete evidence….
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
"I hate you! You bastard! You killed mom! She loved you, but you ignored her! You killed her, you stupid, cheating, LYING BASTARD!"
I stood panting and hot. Surprised, awestruck noises emanated from behind me, and I heard a gruff grunting noise that could only have come from Radditz. What? I opened my eyes to see him on the ground, lifting himself on one elbow. What's more, his armor was dented, cracked even!
He stared in amazement and pressed some buttons on his scouter. "Twelve-hundred? But how? She's merely a child!"
I opened my shaking hands. They were clenched so tightly, the long nails had made deep gashes in my skin. "Wha-what happened?" Had I done that?