The rain poured down like a hurricane as Candy parked her vehicle. "Great," she muttered, "And I'm expected to carry my groceries, in paper bags… All the way to the front door?" she whined. She shook her head and turned off the engine.

"Oh well, the sooner I get my groceries out, the sooner I'm to the front door," she grumbled as she climbed out of the car. She had to admit, she loved the rain, but not when she had groceries. Everything always got wet.

A sheet of bluish white light lit up the now darkening sky, followed by a loud clap of thunder. Quickly, she grabbed her groceries and bolted to the front door. She fumbled in her purse for her keys, but found it useless. Reluctantly, she put down the paper bags and searched her purse. She smiled when she finally found them. After opening the huge glass door, she grabbed her groceries and ambled into the apartment building.

"You know, I could have opened that for you," a familiar male voice teased. She groaned and turned to find her neighbor, Goten, leaning against the solid glass, door.

"Shut up and get out of my face," she snapped.

"Gladly," he yawned as he opened the door.

She watched for a few brief moments as he disappeared, then headed to her suite on the second floor. "I hate him," she muttered.

Her and Goten had never really gotten along, only when they were young. Then they'd drifted apart after a breakup she couldn't recall. And when she'd moved downtown West City, he was the last person she expected to find.

"Home…" she sighed as she dropped her grocery bags on her kitchen table. She slammed the front door and rested on the couch. "I guess I should put those away," she grunted as she stood up once again. As she put the items away, her mind drifted into space.

"I'm twenty-four years old," she thought as she placed two cans of tomato soup in the top cupboard. "And I live all alone with no boyfriend…" After a quick glance to the calendar, she realized it was Friday.

"Great, if this day keeps going on the way it is, I'll be stuck babysitting my sister's bratty kids," she grumbled. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"If that's Goten, I'm going to shoot him," she muttered, knowing very well, that he loved to bug her. Instead, she found her twelve-year-old niece, Kara, on the other side. "Kara, honey, what's wrong?" she asked when noticed the tears running down her cheeks.

"My mom and dad don't love me!" she cried as she thrust by her aunt.

"What?" Candy cocked her head as she shut the door. "They love you, sweetie."

"Then how come they always leave me out of everything!" she shrieked. Candy took few steps back.

"They probably think you're a big girl, and can look after yourself," she assured her.

"That's not it!" Kara cried, her deep, brown eyes glistening with anger and hate. "They NEVER do anything with me! I mean, mom just took Raiden and Drake to the movies, and dad took Tyra and Nynevene to the mall! They always leave me out!"

Candy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Cess and Vegeta neglecting their oldest daughter? It didn't seem possible. "That's what I mean, Auntie Candy, no body loves me…" she cried as she threw her arms around her aunt.

"What are you talking about? We all love you…" Kara looked up to her with tearstained eyes.

"You're lying! Nobody loves me! I mean… Trunks and Bra want nothing to do with me and Auntie Bulma hates me for a reason no one will tell!"

Candy swallowed. She herself knew why Bulma hated Kara – Kara was the reason for hers and Vegeta's divorce twelve years ago. But she couldn't explain Trunks and Bra. Same reason? She shook her head.

"I love you sweetie," she whispered.

More tears streamed down Kara's cheeks. "I think you're the only one."

Candy pulled away from her niece. "Tell ya what… I get you a towel and then we'll sit down and talk about this."

Kara shook her head as she wiped away tears. "I don't want to talk about it."

"OK, then we'll just sit down," Candy said as she grabbed a towel from the linen closet.

Kara smiled. "I'm hungry."

Candy handed the sky blue towel to her niece. "Then go into my room and pick out something to throw on – You're soaked – And I'll make some dinner. What do ya say?"

Kara nodded. "Sounds good."

Candy smiled and headed into the kitchen. "Cess," she thought. "How could you do such a thing?"