Chapter 23: Blood for Blood

A/N: Not the biggest reaction for what I did in chapter 22 as not a lot of you were pleased with it. But I surmise you might've seen it coming, though if you will wonder what happens now. I can't imagine.

Now two things I would like to pose to my readers, is the gochi poll is up on my page for PC users, the mobile version doesn't allow you to view them. However you can send me a PM to submit your vote for favorite Gochi prompt for 2019 as there are only 2 total votes. Secondly If anyone would like to help beta read/edit/ hit me with a hammer to keep the story focused and working I'd appreciate any help I can get.

Beyond devastated, ravaged, or even crippled. Gine couldn't grasp what was happening in front of her as she stared at the broken Vita tank that housed her unborn child. Something, had gone wrong and she couldn't even bring herself to blink or remove herself from her knees.

Her limbs felt like weighted lead chains that stuck her to the floor. Her heart was in tatters, even if what she had lost wasn't even born, it was burning her up as if she had truly lost one of her own children and she couldn't understand what had happened.

Slowly turning her head, Gine looked at the other person in the room. Not even feeling the hand on her shoulder or another touching her neck, the lips of pink woman were speaking to her but she could hear nothing, the drowning noise of her own screams had left a dull ring.

Nevah attempted to talk to her lady, but she was currently indisposed. The heavy blood ties of saiyans often left deaths crippling to family members, even in battle there were heavy times for mourning and a child, one who had not yet to be born was perhaps mind shattering for a woman like Gine.

A part of her had died, it was her pride as mother and elite saiyan woman. But the maternal nature of her mind, heart, and soul was stripped from her. Images of a child she would never hold, never see grow up, have their first battle, ki use, flight, and Oozaru transformation. All of it… Gone.

Feeling that there was nothing coming from her, Nevah did some inspection of the vita womb chamber. Ignoring the cracks in the thick industrial glass she wondered what could- Her thought's coming to a halt as the glow of her eyes fell upon the back panel. It had been broken, she could see as if someone had bashed it with a heavy object, wires, glass, and fragments of metal were protruding from the crushed computer core.

Bringing her hands to it, she barely touched it only to have it fall from it's connecting perch and clatter over the floor.

Vita chambers were designed to take some measure of abuse, and this wasn't negligence. "Gine, someone damaged this." Holding up the back of the device in her palm upwards to that she might be able to see it and hopefully snap her out of it.

Still Gine didn't even flinch. Her eyes settling on the forming mass that would've been her child, the barely formed body of a saiyan with a small tail growing in front of her. It felt otherworldly experience, everything around her wasn't making sense, perhaps this was a nightmare… yes just a terrible-!

*SLAP*

While not one for violence, the now pulsing hand stinging with the pain of having to do the unthinkable and get her lady's attention. If she wouldn't respond, then there was only one thing she could do and that was to get her out of it.

The saiyan elite blinked, noting the woman standing in front of her as if for the first time. "Lady Gine, I beg forgiveness for that but please. I think you can see that your child was taken from you by sabotage." Holding out the crunched piece of metal from the back in her hand to mistress. "Do you see? You're child was stolen from you by someone else, you should not be wallowing in your misery you need to take action. Please my lady!"

Nevah's words reached through the dull ringing that once echoed through her entire head.

My, my child… someone killed my child? There was a quick fire that ignited inside of her, burning like a red hot furnace as the words of her caretaker and the evidence displayed in her hand to her.

Yet that fire was snuffed out just as quickly as a fire without oxygen, the burning inferno becoming nothing but a flicker.

"Did you not hear me? Please you have to stand up Lady Gine." Nevah preached even though she stood just half a foot above Gine who was on her knees.

Gine hung her head, "I.. I heard you. Someone snuck into my home and killed my child… as if my shame was even greater." Slowly letting her head sweep from side to side as the weight of her caretaker's worlds took on another meaning. "My private home was invaded and a piece of me harmed because I was weak. Bardock will be furious with me, and I can only imagine how the rest of the elite houses will react to this news of my mate's home being seen as a weakness."

"But, my lady I was here, the lizardmen were outside, surely it would have to be someone with-"

Gine held up her hand for silence though she continued staring down towards the floor. "I couldn't protect my own child, what right do I as a saiyan woman have I left? My mate will be forever shamed because of my weakness. This will destroy our family's reputation."

Though the debt would be paid out to her child's killer, this was also a failure on her part to do what needed to be done. She had thought herself safe and secure and had allowed perhaps numerous intruders to take something that was truly dear to her. It struck her the deepest parts of her soul and core of her very being.

Imagining if that were to happen and they were still just a one year old cub asleep in their room and this were to happen. It was because SHE failed to protect her children, her duty was to make sure they were safe. Even if they were sent out into the universe to test themselves that was planned out, given preparation and the child had a fighting chance. This was none of those, and as the woman of the household she was in charge of everything in her mate's absence, and this failure fell upon her shoulders alone.

It was crippling her, never had she felt defeated. Times where she couldn't stand up or go another inch because her body had been beaten to the point where even her willpower alone could not make her rise to the challenge being presented.

Had she been invaded and defended her unborn to the point of near death that would've been one thing. But she had been foolish to believe herself protected in her own home, taken no precautions and left her vulnerable young out to be ravaged by the predators that roamed across this land.

All my fault… My mate forgive me, I failed you. Gine was ready to burst back into tears. "This could destroy my family, and i'm the one who did it all."

"But my lady it-"

"Do not speak-!" her voice piercing as her anger returned, directed towards Nevah who would dare tell her what was right or wrong in her own home. "I must make it right, I have to sacrifice all that gives me the right to be called a mother."

Drawing her hand backward, Gine released a small glow of her own ki extending out from her fingertips. Her eyes snapping downwards at her stomach. "If I can not protect my own young, then I have no right to have them-!" Her voice still laced with grief as she felt tears springing free from her eyes. "As a saiyan woman I ask that this sacrifice be accepted in the eyes of my ancestors as I destroy that which gives me the right to have a life!"

Her fevered screams reaching their fevered pitch as she swung her arm back, I'm sorry my mate please accept this for my failure. It would show anyone that her pride and honor as a saiyan elite remained through this act of sacrifice. One who is not fit to fight for them, has no right to have them!

Before she could deliver the injury, Nevah threw herself into her stomach grasping her tightly. "Lady Gine, do not do this, you should not be punishing yourself for someone else. There must be some other way." Standing by and watching someone else suffer was nothing she could idly do. She had to step in, even if told not too. The Norlean wouldn't let such a woman puncture her stomach because she felt she had to. That wasn't right, she loved Gine like her own family. So she had to act.

"Let go," The low rumbling growl as the saiyan bared her fangs in a rare display of anger towards her caretaker. "NOW!" Grabbing at her shoulder and squeezing to the point of hearing the small woman flinch and whine from the pain.

"I won't… Please m-my la.. La...dy!" Her voice rising upwards into a low wail as Gine was ready to begin breaking bone in the small frail creature with minimal effort.

"I said let go of me! Do not make me hurt you any further, I am as much your owner as is my Bardock, and you will release me or so help me I will-!"

"There is another way-! PLEASE I beg of you-!" Nevah screamed as she felt her shoulder ready to be crushed. Yet she wouldn't let go, even for a saiyan woman she was not deserving of such a fate she could feel it.

"Unless you can revive the dead, there are no other saiyan children here that can replace what has been taken from me!" Her voice shook the room finally wrenching Nevah from her and sending the small pink creature rolling on the ground with heavy thuds.

"My lord would not let me sit back and let you do this to yourself. Please Gine, I beg you to reconsider!" Her eyes shined with tears from pain as she tried to reach the woman hell bent on harming herself. There would never be a time she would sit back and let this happen.

Gine's face twisted into a angry snarl. "I will not be denied, so help me if you speak up again there will be nothing on this world that will stop me from seriously hurting you."

The heavy thud of the door opening up in the room unleashed another revelation, the massive Saurus lizardmen who barely fit in the frame. The sluggish beast had come bearing something to stop the violence between Nevah and Gine. As the 'leader' he had come to help stop the battle, even if he might not be seen as intelligent. He had figured out enough.

Their lady had gotten upset due to the loss of her egg child, so he had brought her another one, to the shock of everyone there. Holding a functioning Vita womb in his massive lizard paws, the green glowing liquid swirled around a forming saiyan child. The beginnings of a long brown tail were showing as were the child's features.

His presence turning the entire room silent as both women inside stared completely baffled, though one was more shocked. "Give. Egg. No. Fight." The guttural rasps of the lizard man as he set down the developing child in front of Gine. "Blood." The massive scaly claw pointed at Gine then to the chamber, taking a step back as he had done what he had to do.

Watching in muted silence Nevah was rooted to the floor, unable to bring herself to speak as Gine moved closer. The reflection of the growing life inside of the chamber now shined in front of her eyes.

"Want. Young. Give." The lizardman spoke again as Gine's fingers touched the outside of the chamber.

Some might question as to how the lumbering beast of a creature knew about the half saiyan, but in fact it did know from the very source. Chi-Chi had returned home and tended to the pools as the lizardmen basked in the afternoon sun. Their bodies in a dormant like state, she had just sat around and talked aloud about her problems mostly looking for the solace of these creatures as a form of company who would never be judgmental.

He also was not a brute, he knew the fragility of these eggs and had taken great care to bring it to them, like a crocodile mother who would carry her newborn young in their jaws and spend days guarding her nest. This lizard on a basic instinct level that this chamber was their egg.

Saurus listened, he knew that she had a young one hidden inside much like matriarch of the household who was exuding similar pheremones to her.

When he had heard the screams of a grieving mother he knew that only the return of its young would make the pain stop. So he had gone to retrieve it what a female would want, a child of its blood, a matriarch raised all of the young in a household, a grandmother would raise her daughter's children, and the children of her daughter's daughter.

Like any true animal hierarchy the top female always would reign supreme. Bringing another if it's young to raise and support was only proper, though as a lizardman he did not understand the complex nature of warm blooded mammals and their way of doing things.

This was how things had to be, and if it would soothe the matriarch he served then he would do as was demanded of him as one of her servants.

"A saiyan child… but how?" She asked softly looking at the growing form, a conflict began to swirl inside of her. "None of this makes any sense, where did this child come from? Do not tell me this is some kind of twisted joke." There were many things as a saiyan she could feel she could endure, but this was taking that idea to a completely new level.

The small caretaker was unsure as to how the Sarus knew about the child of Chi-Chi and Kakarot, but clearly the thing wasn't just all muscle. There were only two chambers in this house, and she couldn't make some outlandish lie up stating that this was some type of test.

Swallowing, "That is… your son's child."

Gine's head slowly turned back to look at Nevah, "And you hid this from me? You would hide my grandson, Bardock's line from me?" her voice restraining itself to a neutral tone as she just wanted answers at this point. Even with the loss of her own child, the fortune of at least having another saiyan child in the house demanded another set of answers. "I don't care what third class whore he probably knocked up."

Ignoring her lady's obvious anger, "Because it isn't fully saiyan." Looking into her eyes to tell her in more than one way that this was no lie. "That is a half-saiyan child…"

Broly had spent his past month's in a personal hell. But for once.

IT IS MY CHOICE! Throwing himself into his training with a level of fever he had never experienced, the recently upgraded androids had been actually a challenge to him and it left him with a way of gaining true battle experience.

He knew how to punch the shit of things with his massive fists but that that wasn't going to win him any battles and even his books that described combat fell woefully short of practical experience. Broly had never truly devoted himself to fighting, sure he could punch, throw ki attacks, the basics. But true combat that had eluded him since his capture back when he was a child. Aside from the sparring matches with his father, and the most recent bought with Kakarot he knew that he had to begin building that intricate muscle memory.

There wasn't much for him to truly do, he had his goal. That was to set things in motion so that he might finally have something for himself and there would be nothing that dear old Dad could do to stop him.

His only true battle was his self doubts that crept through his mind, though he had the fortitude to ignore them. Those darker thoughts remained clawing at the edges of his mind and he had been suppressing them.

These thoughts revolved around a raven haired woman, a frail yet powerful caretaker. Chi-Chi, how long it has been since you and I were able to speak…

Their last true conversation had been disjointed at best, coming in at that last possible moment when she had been accosted by that green freak. He had yet to see another creature like him, even when he had his chances to look around Vegeta-sei there were very few beings that had such an appearance. So why his interest in woman like Chi-Chi when there was an entire planet filled with other beings?

That bothered him.

Yet Chi-Chi had calmed down his worry, 'You don't need to worry about him Broly. There was another… well person like him on my planet. I suppose I was just startled to see him here. Really i'm okay.'

Offering him a smile and taking his hand with those soft fingers had only made his heart begin to beat faster. A comforting and consoling touch, the other other time before that was where Chi-Chi had walked around the areas of Vegeta-sei. She led him all over, sometimes holding his arm, and even through her uniform the outline shape of her breasts touching his elbow as she walked beside him playfully had never been forgotten.

'Why exactly did you come all the way out here Broly? It's a bit of a trip for you to come such a distance, are you trying to find Gine to congratulate her?'

The news of his aunt's pregnancy had reached his ears like many other saiyans, it was a special event, one that most saiyans could find a chance to relish over. The elite houses had not been able to start producing children since the second war with the Machine Tuffles and it was a chance for most saiyans to celebrate over something they usually would, even if it was trivial for their own lives.

Yet Broly hadn't come here to talk with Gine. He had come to watch her as he had done for weeks, though he wasn't going to admit to the later part. In a rush he had thrown himself from his hiding place and tried to attack the green skinned alien that dared harass Chi-Chi.

'I always promised you my cooking, how about I reheat some leftovers from this morning. I didn't really have a chance to sit down and have some lunch. If you'd like to join me?'

He couldn't have said yes any faster.

Then they sat down together and shared a meal. Carrying on as if the previous incident hadn't happened, she told him all of the things she had been making and pushed some fresh concoction for a meal he couldn't recall. But it smelled delicious and tasted just as good.

However, as the two of them spoke Broly could tell there was a subtle hint of sadness, or maybe it was some measure of guilt. Though what she would have to be guilty of he couldn't imagine.

He stopped eating and placed his hand over hers. The blood had rushed to his cheeks when he did it, the intimacy of the action, although fearing a rejection from her because he would perhaps be overstepping an invisible boundary. But as always, she understood his meaning, giving her a portion of his true feelings as he told her that he was sorry for not being able to do more to help her out. That a part of him wished that things were different, that she didn't have to be subservient to another house. Excluding the fact that given the chance he would've bought her himself.

Yet that was neither here nor there, he wanted Chi-Chi to know that he was here for her. That in a few short months there would be a chance for him to make things right for her.

All that it required though, was tough training on his part, and a willingness to sacrifice every single moment of his life until that point beat the hell out of himself like his life was on the line. Though in actuality it was hers.

Her life could be in his hands, his control, but he had to play his hand carefully. Not telling his father a word about why he was training so hard and what he was expecting to gain from it.

'You don't have to do anything special for me Broly, I enjoy having you as a friend. You really are probably one of the nicest saiyans i've ever met. You aren't like everyone else I know and it actually helps me get through all of this knowing I have someone like you.'

Recalling the way his heart began to hammer in his chest as she spoke those words, though she gave him a bittersweet smile.

'Broly, could I ask you a question?'

As if he would tell her no.

'Broly what is your opinion of saiyans not being allowed to have half saiyans, I mean is it really so bad?'

An odd question, but one he hadn't really tried to put much thought into before. Even for an elite he didn't share those same social casts like others. To him a child's worth wasn't based upon their birth, but then again he was biased. If he would've had the upbringing that say, Raditz, Kakarot, Kaulifa, or Cabba. All of them knew the value of their blood, but of course he doubted that Kale and him shared those same beliefs. 'There power' was viewed as something so great that they just had to be thrust into some absolutely hellish environment as a display of their incredible power that had been given to them through their parents.

The patting on the back of a parent for something they truly had no say in, a way of saying 'look how great my child is because he is so powerful because of the arbitrary amount I had to do with it'. It was why he had been beaten and tortured, why Kale had been so debilitated by poison in the atmosphere.

So he spoke the truth, he didn't mind them. So long as it wasn't some sort of physical abhorrent abomination he wouldn't say no to their existence as there had to be some out there. He had even joked with her, he would probably prefer a half saiyan child, then there would be no pressure for them to have those same expectations forced upon them that he had him.

Watching the way her face seemed to light up at his words just a little bit made a tingle fill his chest a warmth spread over his cheeks and he was unable to stop himself from smiling back at her.

Then… Then… He felt her lips on his cheek. The softest, most gentle touch of such minute affection, an act he'd seen and read about many times before. But experienced, he couldn't recall the last time anyone had ever, kissed, him.

His face went fully red as Chi-Chi pulled back and giggled at him, 'You're adorable sometimes Broly, that's a thank you for being such a good friend to me.'

He just nodded and walked away, finding himself fumbling and unable to respond to her words. Broly could feel his heart beating into his chest, and a strange feeling of uncomfortable awkwardness that made him feel embarrassed and he actually didn't mind that feeling it.

It was bizarre and he knew he had to retreat, to find a place where this would make sense to him again. So he politely thanked her and left, but as he did he vowed within his own heart, that from this day forward. He would do everything in his power to.. To-!

"Boy! What the hell are you daydreaming about?" The rough cut of his father's voice interrupting him as he had obviously been caught lapsing. The scowl of his father looking down at him was common yet he ignored it.

"Nothing." He said before going back into his routine, though showing more energy than he was previously with his half-assed effort he had yet to find an ability to remove Chi-Chi from his mind. So he just tried focusing on the why and not the who- the best he could- it was certainly trying.

Ignoring his son's more unusual behavior Paragus made his way down to see Gero, the damn crack of a scientist did actually manage to show some level of improvement.

Using some of his leverage, Paragus had asked from the science wing of Vegeta-sei for some experimental alloys. Clearly they were paying off as he could see the living metal like beings take a full beating from his son and be ready to go the next day. Unfortunately they weren't what he was looking for, "Have your puppets managed to make any progress yet?"

Gero shook his head, "Capsule Corp. is a compound and highly protected, with the random appearances of saiyans including your prince there is only so far one could go." He admitted as he worked at his desk, the form of an old scientist had begun to fall to the way side since he had come here.

Because of his genius, he had been able to take the next step and adapt metal and machinery to his body. His brain now encased in a liquid that no longer required direct blood contact, but an artificial synthetic that was not flawed like his human pieces.

"But I do have some news that will at least amuse you, no doubt you are no fan of Bardock?" Gero's fingers moving with finesse as he shifted from keyboard to mouse with the same machine intensity that he admired so much.

"What that the cocky planet purging low class is siring another undesirable brat, yes i'm well aware." Paragus said with the utmost disdain for his elite counterpart. Paragus saw Bardock as just a brainless barbarian, making a living just smashing his head against a rock and for it he is rewarded with a greater glory than him? Meanwhile for all that Paragus had done through negotiations, subtly, and guile without so much lifting more than a pen had secured just as much as if not more without sacrificing a thing.

"Heh… well how about."

Kakarot entered the Villa, seeing Chi-Chi who already tensed ready to give him the cold shoulder as per usual. Though she did her job, there was nothing beyond that. To which he would admit he missed, the more joyful, happy caretaker was far more pleasing than this stone slab of a woman who would barely give him anything outside of trying to claw his face off when he gave her the chance.

The mornings were his favorite, in the few weeks they had shared their company together she would be wearing her bare clothes or maybe a robe cooking breakfast. He could see how Chi-Chi acted differently and how he wanted her to be there making him food, not out of obligation but because she wanted to.

That feeling was infectious at the time and he had naively so believed, that it would keep going. That they could keep up this sordid affair much like Viv and Raditz did. Yet since experiencing how cold she had become he had tried to make some sort amends with her- they were having a child- it was the honorable thing to do.

"Chi-Chi," he spoke taking a breath.

"Yes." She said blandly not bothering to turn around and look at him. Setting out a plate of food with a bit more force than she needed on the heavy duty serving utensils. Treating making his food like a carpenter had to beat a nail or a stubborn screw with a hammer to get it to work, it wasn't pretty but it did the job.

"Chi-Chi, Nevah called me. There was an… incident back at home." How exactly did he plan on telling her this? It's not going to go well either way.

She continued acting as if she was ignoring him though her ears were clearly listening as she did not give him the same coarse response as before. But Kakarot moved behind her, crossing the line that imaginary line that was now supposed to seperate them. His hands touched her shoulders. "Stop what you're doing, I need you to listen to me."

Releasing a grunt Chi-Chi obliged him and set down her kitchen utensils and waited. He exhaled, the touch of air released from his nose ran over the top of her head and into the bun atop her head. "The Vita chamber back at home," He spoke softly and a cold breeze ran up the human caretaker's spine as he started talking. "There was… a problem. Someone appears to have damaged the core and well… Chi-Chi. The child inside, it's… it… i'm sorry."

He couldn't just say those words to her. Some saiyans may enjoy a cruel joke, or a hard cut across one's pride but he couldn't willingly bring himself to speak devastating words to his caretaker. Because he did, truly, care.

Handling her anger and coldness was certainly one thing, but he wasn't sure how she would deal with this.

It took her a moment, the slow beating of her heart as she tried to tick through those fumbling words. "Are… you… did something?" Turning her head, Chi-Chi looked back at Kakarot, the saiyan looked down at her with remorse. Her hand gripped the one's resting on her shoulders with a tight squeeze that shook both of their hands from the force.

Kakarot nodded his head, "Nevah called me just a few minutes ago. Someone broke into the house and found where it was hidden… I don't want to speculate, but-"

She slapped him, "Don't say that my child is dead. Do not tell me that!" The stinging of her hand as she whipped back around and leveled a hard cross that left red welts across his face. The anger and pain boiled up inside of her as she tried to grab at his throat but he stopped her easily. "Did you do this!? I swear Kakarot if you fucking killed my baby I will murder you and I don't care what the fuck happens to me!" She screeched spitting into his face, but he ignored it.

Afterall he expected it.

"I would not ever kill my own child. Even if it was a half-breed, I am a saiyan elite, a warrior I don't slaughter children who haven't even left their mother's womb." The air of disgust that she would even insinuate that he would stoop so low. "Do you really believe that I would do that?" His black obsidian eyes looked deep within her own.

The same way look he had shared after discovering her past.

But he couldn't be telling the truth! He had no reason to look after their child! He would only benefit from it's death. "No one else knew, no one else would care. Why should I believe a damn thing you say."

He shook his head with a sigh. "Chi-Chi, do you think i'm a monster? That I would do this to you?"

That unflinching gaze, the same determined one he showed her when he saved her life back during that purge assignment, also the one that captivated her before their 'relationship' devolved into whatever it had become now. Her hands lost the fervent will to strangle the life from Kakarot's body for even daring to suggest that her child… her baby was… dead.

"Please… tell me it's a lie." She begged of him, not to take this from her.

Kakarot still shook his head, "I don't lie, I'm telling you the honest truth."

Her voice tightened up as she sucked in air and then fell against his chest releasing a painful sob. Kakarot held her, his arms wrapping around her back as he knelt on the floor with Chi-Chi's wails and fresh tears rolled down her face and into his chest. Though she might not be truly attached to her unborn child, there had been that faint hope that this was something she could use to redeem herself truly. If her actions during that purge weren't an example enough of what she was willing to endure then-!

Like a bolt of lightning it struck Chi-Chi full force. The image of Kami had appeared on her doorstep not to long ago. Piccolo, the guardian of Earth's avatar had come to find her, to say that just because she had left the planet, that it had not been an absolution of her sins.

Kami… he took my baby. Piccolo must've come to tell me that before Broly stopped him. That my sins weren't paid and that he was here to kill my child! Who else could've known!? Chi-Chi's cries turned into angered cries as her hands curled against Kakarot's chest.

A deep burning anger brought about the pain of this information began to give rise to pure hatred and resentment. "I'll kill him…" She said sucking up her tears into her eyes, the pitiful sobbing woman vanishing into a trembling mass of unpent rage.

"What?" The saiyan asked as he felt the shift in Chi-Chi's demeanour and the aura in the room flip like a switch from cold to burning hot.

Raising her head up, Chi-Chi's face was bright red as she took in deep breaths. "The man who killed my child… I will end his fucking existence, God or fucking not!" She'd sacrificed enough, and now Kami, the arrogant son of a bitch who sat back and watched all of this unfold had the unbridaled gaul to come to this world and take something that had nothing to do with what transpired on Earth away from her?

I will find Piccolo, then I will find Kami and I will make sure you pay!

"I will help with that as well, my blood was taken from me as well… if you know who did this. Please tell me." Kakarot asked her releasing her as he stood them both back upright. A look that Kakarot had not seen showed on her once soft features. Pure focus on the task at hand, not because it was her job. But because it was the only thing that mattered to her.

Offering her his hand Chi-Chi did not hesitate and took it firmly. "Thank you… and sorry for trying to blame you. I just lost myself for a moment." She admitted to which he waved off.

"Not to worry, I understand your anger… for what it's worth I am sorry." he said dipping down to kiss her on the forehead in apology. Normally she would try and smack him for that, but now she welcomed it, moving her hand to now embrace him like she had only a few weeks ago. Mother and Father looking to avenge their stolen child.

R&R

Kerghan