A/N: YAY! I'm still alive! Haha… but school started and that sucks…so I've been really really really tired and busy. I hate it. I hate it all! ARG!
Disclaimer: No own DB/Z/GT
"Chichi!" It was Ming's uplifted voice that woke me up in the morning, "Time for breakfast, dear!" I slowly slid on some normal clothes, covering light scars on my back, and headed down the wooden stairs for breakfast. The slick, clean floor was cold against my bare feet but I said nothing, only kept my eyes down and watched my feet. Kakkarot and his brother were already eating hungrily, feasting on their meal like wolves. It almost made me smile to think that these two could be such pigs… although I would have guessed that with their carefree attitudes.
"Good morning," Bardock grunted while sitting at the table. He was never at his best in the mornings, although he knew he had to be awake and ready to fight by the time he got to the Palace each day. But today was not like other days. No. Today would be a day of death.
I sat at the table, staring at the large amount of food that was on my plate while the boys let out loud slurping sounds when eating. Ming muttered a word to them both… word of disapproval and they both immediately slowed their eating pace with a warning look from their Father.
"I saw that Witch's face," Kakkarot whispered to me while chomping on some of his food, "She looks scared to die."
"Anyone would be," Ming said, "Wouldn't they? She has to pay for what she's done… she's killed other children by working them too hard too."
"I'm not afraid to die," Kakkarot boasted.
"It's because you're a pessimist," Raditz inquired, "You hate everything and everyone…"
"Any you're any different?" Kakkarot glared. The two looked at each other with rage and I simply poked at my food.
"Boys," Ming sighed, "Just eat your breakfast before it gets cold. I will not reheat everything on account of your behavior."
"Yeah, yeah," Kakkarot muttered while shoving more and more breakfast into his mouth at once. Raditz did the same.
"Are you alright, Chichi?" Bardock looked over at me, eating smaller amounts then his sons but they were still large. Ming could eat the same… but she always tried to look composed in front of her husband. She wanted to be considered what Earthlings called "A Lady." I couldn't care less about that anymore. I had lost my will to speak…to breathe. I didn't know who I was meant to be anymore. I nodded slightly, too afraid to look up and meet his eyes. It would bring no good to me if I angered him… even if it were for some dumb reason. Like how I used to make Lesandre mad by hanging up her clothes to dry wrong… or I'd brush her hair the wrong way. I didn't understand Saiyans yet. I don't want to…really.
Bardock doesn't seem to look convinced but he continues his breakfast without another word. I just poke at my food… hoping no one would say anything about my lack of appetite. I've never eaten much, but today I didn't want to eat anything at all. Today I was scared. I didn't want to meet those cruel eyes of Lesandre's as is was brought to her death. I don't want to see her… but I need to know she's gone. I need to know I will forever be rid of her and her cruel hands. Her wicked hunger for killing and abusing. Always wanting more until there is nothing left to give. I feel she took the very last of my soul.
If I had ever had any to begin with.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Thanks for the reviews! Sorry it's taken so long!