A/N: The long awaited 12th Chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT
The thin leather kept her feet from being scraped by the rock-covered roads. She walked slowly, behind the loud and anxious boys but before Bardock and his wife. Her head was partially bowed, and when she felt the eyes of the Saiyans upon her she'd lower her head more until it looked as if it would snap right off of her. Her shoulders were hunched together with a nervousness that would never be cured. Every now and then Kakkarot would look back at her when his brother wasn't paying attention and winked, reassuring her that everything would be ok.
But would it?
Chichi's POV
I cannot remember the last time I looked at Lesandra's face and wasn't overwhelmed with fear. Now, the welts and bruises on my body were healed… but there were scars. Not to mention this terrible aching in my heart. I can't control how I feel, and I can't ignore this anger that grows every time I think about the time endured in the evil household.
If the God that was preached about on earth existed… then he created Lesandra to show the universe true wickedness. No doubt about it- I'll be scared just looking at her. There's nothing in this world that can keep me safe from the wrath of my memory. I have nightmares of that time there. I can go back in my mind and remember every detail of the basement and the whips. I can remember every drop of blood that hit the floor before my feet, and the taste of sweat or tears running into my mouth.
I slightly look up to see Kakkarot and Raditz stopped outside the castle, looking up bravely at it. The doors open… and these have got to be the biggest doors I've ever seen. I want to put my hand against the wood just so see how small it is compared to these swinging giants. It only deepened my nervousness. Ming gave me a gentle nudge, her hands pressed softly against my back. She stayed clear of some still healing scratches. I thanked her in my head for that.
I followed the brothers into an outside area of the Castle. It was in the middle. The ground was covered in sand… it reminded me of old Roman times when the warriors would challenge a lion or bear or whatever creature that held 20 times more strength than them. Kakkarot saw that I was frozen still and grabbed my arm, pulling me in the direction of the throne on which the King sat. I watched something beyond the King though, kept my eye fixed on the brick outer wall of the Castle behind him. I did this when Lesandra would beat me. I fixed my eyes on something and kept them there. It helped me to escape.
The King looked down at the family, and me, and he nodded his head at Bardock.
"With permission from the King, I would like the execution of Lesandra and her minions to begin," Bardock spoke loud and proud, and he stood tall. I don't remember if my father ever stood like that. I wish I could. And I wish I hadn't killed my mother. Then maybe I wouldn't be here… this place the Saiyans call home.