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Author's note: I compeatly forgot to say, that it is before B/V got married or even before something... happened.
ummm... Sorry about those translations... I just thought that most people know those words.
Nevermind. I will add those explanations today ;)
Oh, and thanx Kim. My dad works in holland and I often go there.
Now, you're probably wondering what the hell is this fic about. Well, my idea is quie simple... But I won't tell you. Hehehe ^_^
Transtations (Japaneese):
Oui – prince
Onna – woman
Baka – idiot
Latin:
Quo – what
O tempora! O mores! – O times! O customs! (Mark Cyceron 106 – 43 b.c.)
Quo Vadis – where are you giong? (quo vadis, domine? [ where are you going, master?] – Henryk Sienkiewicz „Quo Vadis" 1905)
And one thing – this chapter is situated in Rome, at times of Nero (a cezar).
Do you know a book „Quo Vadis" by Henryk Sienkiewicz (Nobel, 1905)? If not, you surley know a film (sigh). Anyway, this chapter is based on this book.
Now, on with the fic!
Chapter 2
65 A.D.
- What? And how do you know that? – Bulma asked.
- Well, I do something in my free time. Like READING, Woman. I'm not stupid.
„Free time? What free time? He trains 24/7! And he must eat and sleap... oh, nevermind."
She thought.
- OK., we must get out of here. Now.
- Why?
- Oh, just c'mon.
They walked thru the city walls, and Vegeta pulled a capsule out of his pocket.
- Hay? And where did you get that? – Bulma glared at him
- Nevermind, Woman. Only thing that is important, that's I've got a translator here.
- Really? How did you...
- No more questions – he said and encapsulated the things that were inside. „Oh. Interesting." Bulma thought."He has here all my lab! So that's where all those things were gone... That asshole!" She was mad, but said nothing. Meanwhile, Vegeta found the translators and put it on. He handed one to Bulma, and met her fiurious gaze. „She looks almost frigtening, when she does that that..." He sook his head and headed again to the city.
Suddenly he felt someone knock him down.
- Hay – he said while standing up. – Whatch it old man. – he looked at a small man looking up at him
- I beg for forgiveness, my lord.
- Hmpf.
- I also ask you for help...
- Huh?
- Take this, please, and deliver it to Romulus st. I shall be very gratefull, my lord – and he disappeared.
„ What the hell...?" Sayian thought. He looked at the envelope in his hands. The Woman stood behind him, and wathed the whole scene.
- And THAT'S weird – she said
- I wonder what's inside... – he began to open up the letter
- And don't you even dare, Vegeta! – Bulma shouted and grabbed the paper
- Why not?
- It's private, you moron. You cannot read everything that gets to your hands!
- So how we are going to deliver it?
- You were meaning to deliver it? Serious?
- Yes
- ... Wow... I'm proud of you, really... Doing something for another...
- Woman, I'm doing it to MYSELF. I want to know what's inside.
- Idiot. – she muttered – See what's the adress.
They walked down the street searhing for the right house. After about half an hour of walking around, they found a small an poor house in the end of the city.
- What a place... – Bulma looked around – Let's go inside.
She knocked, and almost in the same moment a small face appeared in the opened door.
- Hallo. – a small old woman said in a soft voice
- Hi, we came here, becouse someone gave us a letter... – Bulma started
- Come inside, please – the woman whispered
They came inside, to a small atrium (kind of a Roman living–room with a hole in the roof and a small pool in the middle of the floor to collect the rain water), and then to a little room on the right. Bulma thought, that it looked like a dark tomb.
- Eee... ma'm?
- Yes?
- Erm... What was in this letter?
- I'm afraid I cannot tell you. Christians are not liked in Rome. /AN: i mean the city itself/
- We are in ROME?
- You did not know? Ahhh... This is why you are dressed so strange...
- Wha... – It was true. Bulma was wearing red trousers and green baggy T- shirt. Vegeta was dressed in his usual spandex.
- Oh. Do you know where could we get some cloths?
- I shall give you some. But now tell me, are you Romans?
- No, we are... – but Vgeta inerrupted her suddenly
- We are from Greece. Yes, that's right.
- Ahhh... Greeks. We have one Greek here. Well, would you mind if I ask you about... your religion?
- Christian. – Bulma said /AN: I don't know, so I made it up, for the story/
- Really? I have not heard of you! What is your name?
- B... – but again Vegeta covered her mouth
- Our names are not important. But you may call us Vegeta – he pionted to himself – and Onna – he turned around to face Bulma who, when she noticed his smirk, glared at him coldly.
- You do not like your name?
- No, it's not that... ugh.. nevermind.
The woman, who introduced herself as Kadina, gave them some gray robes, and when they put them on, she led them to the kithen.
- So, you're not going to tell us what was in that letter?
- No, I can tell you. If you can keep a secret.
- Sure we can! You can trust us! – Bulma assured her enthusiastickly
- So I shall tell you. We, the christians, are peacefull, as you might know, but Romans are brutal and cruel. But not everyone. Princess Ligia Kallina, the dauther of my friend, Pomponia Grecyna, was kidnapped by pretorians (cezar's bodyguards) and she stayed in Palatyn (the hill, on which the cezar's palace stood). All becouse Mark Winicjus fell in love with her and wanted her to himself, and... Oh, that doesn't matter. The important thing is that Mark was mad, when we took Ligia back, and he went to search for her, and found us here, and now he IS here, lying in the next room, with a broken arm.
- Who broke his arm?– Vegeta asked
- Ursus. Ligia's faithful bodyguard. He also killed Marks severant.
- And what was the letter about?
- About Mark. He has a big mansion in Rome, and his slaves are beginning to worry. Also Petronius, his uncle is concerned about him.
Vegeta only grunted and began showing up his food.
- Is there anything we can do for you? – Bulma asked
- Onna, can we talk in private? – Kadina said
- OK. – she muttered. Oh, how she hated that name. It was so humilliating. She would kick Vegeta's butt for it someday.
- Onna, I am in trouble. Ligia's in love with Markus.
- She IS?
- Yes, and deeply. We cannot forbid her this feelings towards him, but if you could speak to her... You're in her age... maybe she'll confess to you. Any of us could do that. Please, just try...
- Oh, OK., but how can I help? I'm not good in that kind of things.
- Are you and that dark man... together?
- NO! Never!
- Hmm... I thought... But nevermind. Just go to that room. – and then she showed her the way.
„God, she THOUGHT that me and Vegetable-brain are together... He's so arrogant, selfish, evil, handsome... EEEK! Don't you dare to think like that Bulma! He's horrible! But in the end... he has been raised that way. I wonder that I could change him... Oh, that would be good... If not for myself, at least for the others... Ah! Imagine this! Vegeta babysitting a little cute girl in pink dress..." and with that Bulma entered a room in witch Ligia has been.
Ok., ok. I know that was boring, but this was quite long, and in that moment mum is dragging me from the computer and... I can't write more now. I'll post another chap ASAP. Promise. (oh, I know that no one reades this, but it is for my pleasure ;))
I belive, that this chap was a history lesson (a bit).
Well, I hope U enjoyed reading.
Asia.
Author's note: I compeatly forgot to say, that it is before B/V got married or even before something... happened.
ummm... Sorry about those translations... I just thought that most people know those words.
Nevermind. I will add those explanations today ;)
Oh, and thanx Kim. My dad works in holland and I often go there.
Now, you're probably wondering what the hell is this fic about. Well, my idea is quie simple... But I won't tell you. Hehehe ^_^
Transtations (Japaneese):
Oui – prince
Onna – woman
Baka – idiot
Latin:
Quo – what
O tempora! O mores! – O times! O customs! (Mark Cyceron 106 – 43 b.c.)
Quo Vadis – where are you giong? (quo vadis, domine? [ where are you going, master?] – Henryk Sienkiewicz „Quo Vadis" 1905)
And one thing – this chapter is situated in Rome, at times of Nero (a cezar).
Do you know a book „Quo Vadis" by Henryk Sienkiewicz (Nobel, 1905)? If not, you surley know a film (sigh). Anyway, this chapter is based on this book.
Now, on with the fic!
Chapter 2
65 A.D.
- What? And how do you know that? – Bulma asked.
- Well, I do something in my free time. Like READING, Woman. I'm not stupid.
„Free time? What free time? He trains 24/7! And he must eat and sleap... oh, nevermind."
She thought.
- OK., we must get out of here. Now.
- Why?
- Oh, just c'mon.
They walked thru the city walls, and Vegeta pulled a capsule out of his pocket.
- Hay? And where did you get that? – Bulma glared at him
- Nevermind, Woman. Only thing that is important, that's I've got a translator here.
- Really? How did you...
- No more questions – he said and encapsulated the things that were inside. „Oh. Interesting." Bulma thought."He has here all my lab! So that's where all those things were gone... That asshole!" She was mad, but said nothing. Meanwhile, Vegeta found the translators and put it on. He handed one to Bulma, and met her fiurious gaze. „She looks almost frigtening, when she does that that..." He sook his head and headed again to the city.
Suddenly he felt someone knock him down.
- Hay – he said while standing up. – Whatch it old man. – he looked at a small man looking up at him
- I beg for forgiveness, my lord.
- Hmpf.
- I also ask you for help...
- Huh?
- Take this, please, and deliver it to Romulus st. I shall be very gratefull, my lord – and he disappeared.
„ What the hell...?" Sayian thought. He looked at the envelope in his hands. The Woman stood behind him, and wathed the whole scene.
- And THAT'S weird – she said
- I wonder what's inside... – he began to open up the letter
- And don't you even dare, Vegeta! – Bulma shouted and grabbed the paper
- Why not?
- It's private, you moron. You cannot read everything that gets to your hands!
- So how we are going to deliver it?
- You were meaning to deliver it? Serious?
- Yes
- ... Wow... I'm proud of you, really... Doing something for another...
- Woman, I'm doing it to MYSELF. I want to know what's inside.
- Idiot. – she muttered – See what's the adress.
They walked down the street searhing for the right house. After about half an hour of walking around, they found a small an poor house in the end of the city.
- What a place... – Bulma looked around – Let's go inside.
She knocked, and almost in the same moment a small face appeared in the opened door.
- Hallo. – a small old woman said in a soft voice
- Hi, we came here, becouse someone gave us a letter... – Bulma started
- Come inside, please – the woman whispered
They came inside, to a small atrium (kind of a Roman living–room with a hole in the roof and a small pool in the middle of the floor to collect the rain water), and then to a little room on the right. Bulma thought, that it looked like a dark tomb.
- Eee... ma'm?
- Yes?
- Erm... What was in this letter?
- I'm afraid I cannot tell you. Christians are not liked in Rome. /AN: i mean the city itself/
- We are in ROME?
- You did not know? Ahhh... This is why you are dressed so strange...
- Wha... – It was true. Bulma was wearing red trousers and green baggy T- shirt. Vegeta was dressed in his usual spandex.
- Oh. Do you know where could we get some cloths?
- I shall give you some. But now tell me, are you Romans?
- No, we are... – but Vgeta inerrupted her suddenly
- We are from Greece. Yes, that's right.
- Ahhh... Greeks. We have one Greek here. Well, would you mind if I ask you about... your religion?
- Christian. – Bulma said /AN: I don't know, so I made it up, for the story/
- Really? I have not heard of you! What is your name?
- B... – but again Vegeta covered her mouth
- Our names are not important. But you may call us Vegeta – he pionted to himself – and Onna – he turned around to face Bulma who, when she noticed his smirk, glared at him coldly.
- You do not like your name?
- No, it's not that... ugh.. nevermind.
The woman, who introduced herself as Kadina, gave them some gray robes, and when they put them on, she led them to the kithen.
- So, you're not going to tell us what was in that letter?
- No, I can tell you. If you can keep a secret.
- Sure we can! You can trust us! – Bulma assured her enthusiastickly
- So I shall tell you. We, the christians, are peacefull, as you might know, but Romans are brutal and cruel. But not everyone. Princess Ligia Kallina, the dauther of my friend, Pomponia Grecyna, was kidnapped by pretorians (cezar's bodyguards) and she stayed in Palatyn (the hill, on which the cezar's palace stood). All becouse Mark Winicjus fell in love with her and wanted her to himself, and... Oh, that doesn't matter. The important thing is that Mark was mad, when we took Ligia back, and he went to search for her, and found us here, and now he IS here, lying in the next room, with a broken arm.
- Who broke his arm?– Vegeta asked
- Ursus. Ligia's faithful bodyguard. He also killed Marks severant.
- And what was the letter about?
- About Mark. He has a big mansion in Rome, and his slaves are beginning to worry. Also Petronius, his uncle is concerned about him.
Vegeta only grunted and began showing up his food.
- Is there anything we can do for you? – Bulma asked
- Onna, can we talk in private? – Kadina said
- OK. – she muttered. Oh, how she hated that name. It was so humilliating. She would kick Vegeta's butt for it someday.
- Onna, I am in trouble. Ligia's in love with Markus.
- She IS?
- Yes, and deeply. We cannot forbid her this feelings towards him, but if you could speak to her... You're in her age... maybe she'll confess to you. Any of us could do that. Please, just try...
- Oh, OK., but how can I help? I'm not good in that kind of things.
- Are you and that dark man... together?
- NO! Never!
- Hmm... I thought... But nevermind. Just go to that room. – and then she showed her the way.
„God, she THOUGHT that me and Vegetable-brain are together... He's so arrogant, selfish, evil, handsome... EEEK! Don't you dare to think like that Bulma! He's horrible! But in the end... he has been raised that way. I wonder that I could change him... Oh, that would be good... If not for myself, at least for the others... Ah! Imagine this! Vegeta babysitting a little cute girl in pink dress..." and with that Bulma entered a room in witch Ligia has been.
Ok., ok. I know that was boring, but this was quite long, and in that moment mum is dragging me from the computer and... I can't write more now. I'll post another chap ASAP. Promise. (oh, I know that no one reades this, but it is for my pleasure ;))
I belive, that this chap was a history lesson (a bit).
Well, I hope U enjoyed reading.
Asia.