Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ do ut des ❯ dragged in ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I carassed the dirty brown hair, the same way I always did it. The same way I've done it for the past 11 years, only my doll's hair was still angelic yellow back then. But that was a long time ago. I can't believe that already 11 years have past. It doesn't seem so long ago.. in fact I can still remember the beginning of this all, as if it was like yesterday...

/ ^ / ^ /

"Velaeda, where is Lunch?" I heard my father say, I was hiding in the garden.

"Are you already back, father?" My sister asked.

"Yes, I've got some urgent news, I need to talk to Lunch immediately!"

"What can be so important to talk about to a seven year old girl?"

"She is the chosen one to serve Vesta!" I heard him say.

"Are you serious? That's great!!" Veleada cheered. "She is in the atrium, shall I look for her?"

My father probably nodded, 'cause my sister was in front of me in no-time.

"What?" I asked her, acting as if I wasn't eavesdropping.

Though I heard it, I didn't understand it.. what could possibly be so important for father to tell me? And who was Vesta? Would my family give me away to be a slave? And if so, why? We didn't need the money! Sure we weren't exactly the most riches people in rome, but we weren't poor! We could even afford for my brother Lucius to study greek!

"You have to come to father now! Oh my.. this is so great!!" Velaeda cheered while dragging me after her.

"Ow.. Lunch! There you are! Come and sit next to me!"

Father patted on the seet next to him and motioned me to come over. Unsure of where this was all about I went to sit next to him. My father has brown hair, just as my sister, strangely enough my mother's hair was brown too... and mine is blue.. but I was too young to understand such things..

"Veleada, go and pack her things." My father bellowed.

"My things? You aren't going to give me away are you!" I cried franticly.

"Don't get this the wrong way, Lunch, but you have to go away for a while.."

"a.. while?"

"Yes.. until you have reached the age of 40.."

"B.b.. but where to? Why? Don't you love me anymore?" I started to cry.

"No need to cry, Lunch. You were one of the 6 chosen girls to keep the eternal flame burning, you will be a Vestal Virgin. Tomorrow you will leave to the Forum Romanum."

I didn't understand it.. why? Why me?

"Why?" I heard myself asked once again. He grabbed my hand.

"Listen to me Lunch, do you remember the story I told you? The story about the girl, who was treaten like a princess because she worked at an altar? You will become that girl. You will be honored, you are the chosen one. You will just have to work a bit, serve Vesta, and you will give us all great honor and dignity.. You will do it Lunch, for us! And for Vesta, the goddess of fire."

I was surprised.. and my tears stopped immediately, instead a smile adorned my face, they chosed me! I felt very special at that moment.

"Yes father, I will do as you wish." I bowed the way I was taught to and left the garden.

I seemed happy, but a part of me felt betrayed.. and I still do.

/ ^ / ^ /

The next morning I woke up early, checking my bag for the 3th time since packing it, and dragging it downstairs. There wasn't much in it, just my two dolls, which were both made by my mother, and a tunica and lightgreen stola, the same outfit I was wearing at the moment. First of all I wasn't used wearing a stola, it was a more beautiful dress than the tunica, a small thin dress to wear it underneath. Usually stola's where white, for servents, but me being a proud Vestal Virgin, I had a lightgreen one.

Soon me and my father, after I kissed my family goodbye, walked over the Forum Romanum. I noticed that people gave my more attention, seeing my lightgreen stola, they smiled at me and had a little talk with my father, who was smiling proud. After some more minutes we reached the altar. It was a small little house, with a huge silver bowl in the middle, it was filled with beautiful proud flames. My father started to explain me some things, but I didn't listen. All I could do was staring in those huge flames. I didn't noticed him telling me that I always had to obey and some instrunctions what I could better not do, nor did I notice him kissing my cheeck before he left. And then suddenly I was alone.. just me and the fire.

"Hey!!" a girl called to me. She had dark raven hair just as her eyes.

"Eh.. Hello!" I noticed that she was wearing lightgreen stola too, she looked around my age.

"I'm Chichi!" She grabbed my hand and shaked it. "And you must be Lunch, the new girl"

I nodded.

"I'm told to teach you! Come on! I'll show you your room!"

I clutched my bag tightly to my body, and followed Chichi.
The walls were cold, and lightyellow, built from marble stones. My room was little, though it was more ample than my room at home, and there was a little bed in it. That was it. I throwed my bag on the bed. And followed Chichi, who couldn't wait to show and teach me everything she knew. Soon I met Bulma, and the others, Claudia, Ganna and Albruna.

And so I was dragged into my new life...