Chapter XI

"Can we stop talking about this," Gohan sighed. He was sitting on the end of my bed listening to me go on about that girl.

"But I'm sure it's her, Gohan. There must be something we can do to get her back with 18."

"There's nothing we can do and that's not even the point right now. Stop worrying about everyone else we need to figure out what we are going to do."

"We," I whispered, "What do you mean."

Gohan shook his head slowly and sighed, "What is so important about 18 and this girl."

"18's like a mother to me, even though she's not very nice all the time, she's helped me get through this."

"Oh really, well what makes you think Madame is just going to give up this girl to 18?"

"I don't think she's just going to give her up but there's got to be some way to-"

"It will never work, end of story," he mumbled.

"I haven't even come up with a plan yet."

"You don't have to."

"What do you want to talk about? What's the matter?"

"That girl that you want to help so badly is ruining my family. My mom won't even talk to my dad but she won't let him leave her sight either."

"It's not the girl's fault, it's Madame."

"What's the difference? Marron, Maron they're both the same."

My breath got caught in my throat for a moment, "That's her name? How do you know her name?" I thought of the things she said to Goku, maybe something happened between her and Gohan.

"My dad told me."

"You told your dad that we heard them?"

"What was I suppose to do? Listen, this is not what I want to talk about, okay. I want to know what you are going to do about your job."

"Not this again, there isn't much I can do about my job," he sighed when I said this, "Well what do you want me to do ask Tina if she can get morals, I don't think so. I love you Gohan, but I don't know what to tell you."

He got quite when I said the last sentence, I could hardly hear him breathe. My hand reached out for his arm to comfort him, "There are stories about the people here and I do not want to end up being just another sad story, like Bulma. If we are going to do something it has to be planned and it has to work."

"My parents are not just another sad story," he mumbled.

"I know," I lied.

The next morning some of the girls were lined up in the hallway, among them was Gohan's little brother. Most of the girls there adored the little boy saying he was so cute and all that. Although ChiChi didn't approve all the time, the little boy sure loved the attention and his dad just laughed.

I could hear something in one of the rooms hit the wall and break followed by yelling. The girls threw themselves back against the wall as soon as the noise shattered in the air as if someone had been yelling at them. Every movement they made suggested that someone had been after them instead of who ever was in the room. I got closer to see what it was about and I recognized one of the voices crying. "Bulma," I whispered to myself. I tried to get closer but one of the girls grabbed my arm and shook her head.

"What's going on," I asked.

She sighed, "This guy came just ten minutes ago looking for Bulma. When he found her he started yelling and throwing things and we've been out here ever since."

"Why don't you do something?"

The woman scoffed, "Like what?"

I shook my head and looked at the floor. All I could do was listen to things in the room eventually die down. My head lifted when I heard the door creek shut. When I looked around I was the only one left and Vegeta was coming toward me with Bulma on his arm. He stared me down to scare me into averting my eye but it didn't work, I would never let anyone do that to me.

"Let her go," I heard myself mumble.

Vegeta turned back to me and smirked. I glared ready to fight with him but he just turned and kept on walking. Slowly the woman everyone adored slipped through the hallway in silence, and no one noticed except me.

18 showed up breaking my thoughts, "What happened?"

"Vegeta took Bulma back, I guess it wasn't such a good idea for her to come back here, I don't think we will see her again."

"Why do you say that?"

"I just don't think so. Anyway, I have some news for you but you need to sit down."

"Just tell me."

"Your daughter is here in this house."

18 laughed a little, "Don't fuck with me girl, that's not funny."

"I'm not kidding 18 why would I joke about that?"

"No idea, but you better cut it out."

"Her name is Marron, she lives with Madame, I saw her."

Nothing came from 18, no facial expression, no words, no breath. She stared straight at me and in an instant started shaking her head, "No, you don't even know her." She covered her mouth and continued moving her head.

"I do know 18. Madame is trying to make her like her, I guess. I don't know but I think she might be what's wrong with Goku and ChiChi. See Gohan and I heard them talking and-"

"No more," 18 said, "I don't want to hear anymore."

"But it's the truth- I"

18 walked away before I could finish and I was left alone again. My head fell back to the floor and my eyes flooded with tears. Everyone seemed to have something against me and I couldn't figure out what I did wrong. I glanced down the never ending red walls of the hall and I saw Goku at the end staring at Chichi's room door, hopeless.

A/N: Sorry I haven't written, I got distracted by a guy I thought I was in love with but hopefully we can get back on track!