Chapter 6

(videl)

My stomach tightened as I watched the road pass by the window. Every foot struck a chord in my core making me sick. It had been so long since I had gone out anywhere I was nervous that I might run into something or someone I didn't want to see. The other girls with we were talking and giggling about their job, swapping stories and terrible moments making them all cringe in their seats.

Gohan wrote me that letter a few days ago saying he would come back for me. Why was he so hesitant? Sometimes I thought about leaving on my own but I didn't know where I would go. The place wasn't paradise but I felt safe enough there and the girls were like family I had grown up with them. Even though I fought so hard to stay there, I wished Gohan would have taken us away from that place. I would have been sad at first, sure, but it would have been better for my daughter. It would have better if she knew her father and knew that he loved her.

Pan didn't seem to be affected by the fact that Gohan wasn't with us. She was a strong girl and I knew she wouldn't show the fact that she would have liked to know him. Her mind was always buried in her work tending to Bra's needs. Almost everyday she would complain about Bra but I knew it kept her distracted from what was really bothering her. Sometime you just have to find an outlet to keep you going I guess.

Thankfully Pan never had to see me go through the humiliation of being a whore. I'm not even sure if she knew everything about what I did. Mostly I was proud that she did not have to follow in my footsteps. She was still untouched and I had been the reason that she was saved from the work. It wasn't that I needed Gohan to help me out in life but I truly loved him and I wanted him to come back.

The car stopped and we go let out at the small store that Madam did her business with. There was an old woman at the counter her eyes were clouded over with a light blue tint. The store smelled like old sawdust and wasn't kept up as nice as the other stores on the way. A man was in the store too, poking around the fresh fruit with his gross hands. "Ew," one of the girls laughed when she saw the old man.

I picked through some stuff in the store looking for a present for Pan. The front door opened setting off a small bell tied to the frame. Vegeta walked through with a young man. Why was he here? I got closer to try to listen in. The young man looked around a little and Vegeta went straight for the counter.

He gave the old woman a piece of paper and she clicked her tongue reading through it. "Can you do it or not," Vegeta growled.

"Of course I can but, "She started to talk slowly, "it is going to take a lot of work. My hands are not what they used to be."

She continued on her sad story about the pain she went through to do these requests. Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah I get it." He threw a bunch of money on the counter and the old woman quickly scooped it up like some beggar.

"You go so far to please a mistress," the woman laughed.

Vegeta scoffed, "Keep you mouth shut or I'll go somewhere else."

I turned back to the aisle and saw some of the girls trying to hang on the young man that came with Vegeta. He didn't really seem to know what to say but he sure tried hard to be polite. I shoved my way through the girls to approach him, "Who are you?"

"Um, my name is Trunks. I am Vegeta's son."

"Vegeta's son huh," I remembered Bulma coming in talking about how Vegeta's wife had claimed ownership of her son since the woman could not have children.

"Yes, that's right. Can I help you, ma'am?"

"Do you know Gohan?"

"Maybe but I don't know we could be thinking of different people."

I rolled my eyes, "Oh yeah how many people do you know named Gohan? Do you know him or not don't waste my time."

"Yeah I do know someone named Gohan. He lives in the woods around here with his parents and brother."

"Do you know who I am?"

"I can't say I do."

There was so much I wanted to say and ask that I was forgetting all of it. He knew Gohan, I wondered how much he knew about him.

"I know your sister. I was there when your mother left her at the house years ago. My daughter was her assistant I guess you could say. What are you doing here? Isn't there better places for you to shop?"

"I'm not really shopping. My father is getting something for my- uh his mistress. What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't. Why here?"

"She used to get her clothes from here and she doesn't want to get them from anywhere else. Or so I'm told I don't really know that much about her. I don't see her much. I probably don't want to know too much. What is your name?"

"Your mother got to go before I got to the house so I never knew much about her either. I think she was happy with Vegeta but probably wants to marry him. Now, can you tell me exactly where Gohan lives?"

Trunks moved away from me towards the door, "I'm sorry I don't think I can do that. You won't even tell me your name and I'm not going to go around telling people where he lives. Sorry. Nice to meet you."

He tried to take off but I managed to grab his jacket, "Hey! My name's Videl and I have Gohan's child and I want to see him. He's too much of a wuss to come see me so I will just have to go to him now tell me where he is!"

I was proud of myself when leaving the store. I had gotten the information I had wanted all by myself. Now I was sneaking off from the group, skipping the car I wasn't even sure how I would get back home. It wasn't long till I was standing outside of his new house so small and peaceful. I couldn't get myself to move but it turned out I didn't have to, Gohan stepped out of the house and we stood face to face for the first time in years.

A/N: almost done thanks for reading. Does anyone want me to write someone else's story in this, since it's pretty full of people. If someone wants a story of Goku/Chichi's part or Bulma/Vegeta's part or whoever let me know. Thanks!