Chapter 3
"Would you stop freaking out, I didn't sleep with him," Bra rolled her eyes at me.
"Okay okay, but why didn't you tell me that he was your dad before."
"Why do I have to tell you everything? It's really none of your business."
"Fine, whatever. What did he say?"
"Not much really. He told me later on that he was my dad. I couldn't get him to tell me why he wanted to see me for a while," Bra sighed and looked at the floor, "I don't know why it took him so long to find me."
"Maybe he didn't know you were here?"
"Yeah maybe but why would it take him fifteen years to realize I was here. He didn't really look that hard. I mean what made him care all of a sudden?"
"I don't know. If it makes you feel any better, I don't know my dad."
--(Gohan)--
I stared at the house in front of me. It hid in the woods with the same deviance the woman who hid inside it had. That place has caused me so much pain but at the same time if I had never been born there I would have never met her.
"What are you doing here," Goten came and stood beside me, "Oh I get it, you're finally coming her to get a girl."
"Uh yeah something like that. What are you doing here, shouldn't you be at home?"
Goten shrugged, "I came to see what you were doing and when I saw you weren't home I just went looking and it didn't take long to find you," he laughed.
"Thanks. Like this is the first place everyone would look for me."
"Well you have been eyeing this place for a while now."
Before I could respond the door opened and a black-haired girl appeared behind it, "Can I help you?"
Before I could say anything another girl came out but she had blue hair and seemed to be pretty upset, "What the hell are you two doing? You can't just stand around on our steps all day. Find some other place to stare at!"
I stared at the girl with the black hair, she looked so familiar, almost like-
"Hello! Are you listening to me?"
"Yes. I am sorry I was just thinking. I didn't mean to stare and bother you," I bowed my head slightly.
"Well…what were you thinking about? Because if you want an appointment you are going to have to talk the Madame."
"Uh, an appointment? I don't know."
"Well why else would you be standing in front of a whore house thinking," the black haired girl asked.
"Well, I…uh."
Goten laughed, "This could be the opportunity that you have been waiting for Gohan!"
"Gohan," the black haired girl stared at me.
The other girl grabbed me by the arm and pulled me in the door, "Well if that's what you want then come on, I'll take you to Madame."
Goten laughed again as I was pulled away, "See you later Gohan."
Everything in the house was just as I remembered it, the polished wood floors and the dark red walls. I could hear the fountain running in the distance and I remembered my mothering giving me baths in it as a kid. It felt so familiar, so comfortable, I felt like I was home.
When we got to the office the blue haired girl let go of me and knocked on the door. I looked at her for a moment and realized that I had seen her before. Vegeta's wife? But she was too young to be his wife. Then I remembered the baby she left with my mother, that baby is standing in front of me. She's only a child and she has already sold herself?
A girl opened the door and looked at me, she quickly pulled me inside. Her office was the same seductive room but a different girl inhabited it. It was the girl who tried to seduce my father, she was the new Madame.
"What the hell do you think you are doing her messing with my girls," Maron pushed me away from her and walked to her desk.
"I didn't do anything to your girls. Where's Videl?"
Maron laughed, "Where do think she is? You know when you lose something it's best to retrace your steps. Where is the last place you remember leaving her?"
"I know she's here, I want to see her."
"For what? You left her. She's mine. It's what she wants anyway."
"That's not true. She wanted to come with me."
"Oh please, can we not do this. You left her. Did you skip over that part?"
"I'm here to take her back. I want to see her."
Maron laughed and walked over to the other side of the room, "You think it will be so easy, to just see her again. How long has it been again? Two weeks? Two years?"
"Sixteen," I sighed, " I already know this and I don't feel the need to discuss this with you okay. Just let me see her."
Maron stood there for a second and sighed. She whispered something to one of her servants and the servant left the room. A few minutes later the door creaked open. I took a deep breath.