We were born a day apart can you believe that? My mother and his mother lived, and live, in this house. This house is place where “sophisticated whores” are raised and taught everything they need to know. His mother is no longer a prostitute and mine is dead. I am taught the same things as my and his mother, how to seduce the guests of the Manor. Our teacher is Madam Maron herself, the owner of all that the house holds including the girls. Thought Madam came be cruel and stubborn she has a soft spot for each of her girls and has aloud Gohan and his mother to stay in the house as long as ChiChi helps with the other women.
Before I explain my story to you I would like to give you back round on Gohan's mother or at least all I know about her. ChiChi was a soon to be employee for Madam when she decided to break the rules with a plan she had made up years earlier. You are not allowed to start your work until you have reached the age of fifteen and ChiChi had reached that age when she decided to carry out her plan. She had her eyes on our bodyguard, Son Goku, ever since Maron found him training in the backyard and decided to give him a job. ChiChi had talked to our naïve guard many times and even though she knew the boy had no clue about anything she loved him. So she decided to use what she was taught on him. Long story short, a couple months later Madam found out that she was pregnant which she wasn't too happy about. Madam told ChiChi it better be a girl but nine months later Gohan came and Madam ended up letting her stay with conditions I have already told you. Goku got to keep his job and ChiChi has raised Gohan here like it was a normal home environment.
Now for my story to start, I am Videl, if you didn't already know, and at the moment I am sixteen but that is not where my story starts so if you'll travel back in time with me we can tour my life up to this point. Six years old is when we begin our important training for our future career. We are taught to be ladies, how to eat, how to drink, and even how to stand. Yes, like I said we are sophisticated whores but we were actually popular with higher figures in society. Take Bulma for example, she married King Vegeta when I was five, she comes back to visit her old friends sometimes when he lets her but he's very possessive.
Schooling for my future employment weren't the only thing I started, that's when I first saw Gohan. It took me by surprise that a little boy would be living in a place like this. Aside from the guests and the guard I had not seen a boy in the house. When I saw him in the hallways he looked a little last so I decided to try and help him.
“Are you looking for someone,” I said walking to him. He backed away from me as I got closer but I was determined to help him. “Where are you going? My name's Videl, what's yours?” Gohan backed in a corner and I grew angry after all I waws only trying to help. “Hello!”
“I'm Gohan,” he mumbled probably to get me to leave.
“Hi,”' I held out my hand but he shyed away from it, “Fine. Are you looking for something?”
“Would you like to play a game with me?”
He snuck closer to me I was getting him. “What game,” he asked.
“Bloody knuckles?” Gohan turned away from the idea and I shook my head, “Maybe not. Hm. I guess I'll have to think of something we can play together.”
As he nodded the door behind him opened, his father cam out and looked down at Gohan surprised. It didn't hit me until now what he was probably doing in there. If I knew then what I know now I would never believe that it, but anyway.
“What are you doing out here, Gohan,” Goku said. Gohan grabbed his father's leg and shrugged at his question. “Why don't you go see your mother. She'll probably come see you soon anyway.” Goku pushed Gohan lightly into the room he had just come out of. They disappeared and I was left alone in the hall.
The rest of the day I couldn't think of anything else but that little boy I saw and what we were going to play later on. My usual successes in class were not working out the same since I was so distracted. Madam didn't know what to think about my behavior and the other orphan girls just ignored me most of the day. I couldn't focus on anything else no matter how hard I tried but my thinking paid off because I had come up with a game to play.
That night I snuck out of my room to the working girl quarters where my new friend's mother was staying. I wasn't supposed to be there but I wanted to tell Gohan right away that I had come up with a special game for us. I approached the door cautiously I could be in a lot of trouble if I was caught. A lump formed in my throat as
I reached for the knob maybe it was the wrong room. A noise strange comes from the room that I would later come to recognize very well in my working life, so I decided to knock. After a minute ChiChi came to the door and stared down at me.
“What are you doing in this wing of the house,” she asked in a nice voice kneeling down to my level.
I didn't really know what to say so I just looked at the floor and shrugged. It was hard to look at her because of the way she was dressed but like I've been saying I'd find out later that that wasn't as strange as it was then. She took my hand and began to walk me back to the children's wing of the manor when I gathered up the courage to tell her what I was after.
“Wait,” I yelled.
ChiChi stopped and turned back to me, “Yes?”
“I came to see Gohan.”
“Gohan? Why do you need to see him?”
“I don't know, I wanted to play with him.”
“It's eleven o' clock at night honey, he's a sleep.”
“Well I'll wake him up.”
“No, you need to go back to your room and go to sleep yourself.”
“No I don't. I'm not tired,” I shook out of her grasp.
“Honey what's your name.”
I shook my head at her and tried to run but she caught me. She took me back to her room where the guard was in her bed. “Who is that? Hey wait I saw her with Gohan earlier today.”
“Outside our door.”
ChiChi pushed a button on the wall and spoke into the speaker, “Maron, I have a girl here who needs to be returned to her room.”
“Who is it,” the voice responded.
“I don't know,” ChiChi replied a little annoyed.
Goku just looked at me for a while and I looked away. Even though he was nice I really didn't know what to think of him at the time, especially in the state that I saw him now. Not that I saw anything I shouldn't I just didn't really like seeing people in their rooms I guess. I guess I felt like I was intruding on something.
“Okay,” Madam sighed on the other line, “I'll send someone down to get her.”
“Thank you,” ChiChi said and let go of the button. She let out a sigh and sat down on the bed next to her boyfriend. (They are not married from what I know).
“Where is Gohan's room,” I asked, trying my luck one more time.
She didn't give, instead she shook her head, “I don't think I should tell you that. Listen you just stay away from him because he does not need to be into your world, okay.”
“But he lives here.”
“Let's not talk about it anymore,” She smiled but not out of kindness, more to dismiss the matter, “Now wouldn't you rather play with the little girls in your classes? They must be much more fun then boys, I remember.”
“No I don't think so.”
18 came in the room and knocked on the doorframe, “I've come to get the little girl so you can continue to fuck.”
“Funny,” ChiChi said.
“I know, I know you don't have to tell me I'm funny.” 18 grabbed me by the shoulder and I struggled against her grasp. “My name's 18 little girl and I'll be taking you back to your wing. Don't be to excited to get a room here honey enjoy your childhood.”
She pushed me out the door and back through the halls. I decided to ask her my question, “Where is Gohan's room?”
18 laughed, “ChiChi's boy? Honey you better stay away from him, he's mama will skin you alive if you do something to him. Or maybe that's a warning for farther down the road, huh?”
Even though she gave me a saddening answer she pointed out his room at the end of the wing. It was between our wing and the girls wing and it was apparently his mother's second room also but she hardly stayed in there because of her boyfriend and things I didn't understand and didn't need to know at the time. No matter, I knew where his room was and I wouldn't make the same mistake again.
A/n: tell me what you think, more to come.