So I am introducing a new character in this chapter Anabell Gohan's older sister...I'm writeing a story about her and Piccolo in love called "Our lives of the years" but thats on hold right now beacuse i'm working on this but in that story she was called a Mary Sue by people and i honestly have no idea what that means and i dont know how to make it better but whatever shes in here...

I took a vacation with my boyfriend and some of our friends and we were talking about love triangles and love squars and all the other love shapes haha, you know? so i'm pulling some of that into this and it's coming up soon...

But please read it. Commet it. Tell me thoughs and sugestions thanks! :)

For the last four days Vivian and Wolfgang had a debate on which was best to do for the last couple days of big training for the competition. Wolfgang believed that they should only step up the training even more and work hard to get as powerful as you could so you were ready for when the fight came. But Vivian believed that rest and meditation was the key to being ready for the fight. She thought if they worked themselves to hard they would only wear themselves out and be to tiered and weak to fight. The debate carried on and on and they tried to pull Piccolo into it he just told them they were experienced enough to know how they wanted to train before a match. When they pulled Gohan in to it he agreed them the both of them slightly. He thought that regular training was good until the day before when they should take it easy. But the twin's didn't like that idea either. So they did what they believed and went their separate ways. Wolfgang carried on with training and sparing while Vivian stayed on the side meditating. With Vivian resting she was able to watch over Abigail for awhile letting Piccolo get an hour or two of his own training in before Abigail got upset again wanting him to pick her up.

In the afternoons Videl came back with more energy and worked even harder than the day before. Within a couple days she was flying. It was amazing for a human to learn this fast. She wasn't ready for intense training with Vivian or Wolfgang but she could definitely go home and beat her dad. She probably could already do that before she started training with Gohan.

Four days seemed like none at all. Before they knew it they were up early Saturday morning pulling on their fighting gear and getting ready for Bulma's ship that was big enough to be a party bus to come pick them up. Vivian, Wolfgang and Piccolo had wanted to just fly to the tournament but once again Gohan wanted the kids to meet their friends they haven't meet yet and he wanted time to catch up with them. There was no arguing with him they were just going to have to give in and ride in Bulma's car. Surprisingly Wolfgang didn't put up much a fuss like Piccolo thought he would. He didn't like having to be cramped inside a ball of metal for about an hour but at least he would be with his two best friends and he would be able to feel out how strong his parent's friends were. Vivian on the other hand was the one who had the fit. She didn't mind the crowd she just didn't want to be anywhere close to Bra or Maron. After the tea party accident Vivian would avoid them as much as possible. So when they were forced off to another play date Vivian held onto Wolfgang making sure he and Trunks never got away from her and left her as bate to the dresses and make up. Wolfgang would be the one always trying to run away from his sister, he knew he was supposed to look after her and protect her but he also needed his own space and his own time with friends. Being a girl wasn't going to hurt her so she didn't need any protection.

"I'm scared of flying!" Vivian whined over and over as she saw Bulma's big school bus of a car, that seemed to be crawling at two miles an hour, flying towards there grandma's house.

"Enough, Vivian," Piccolo grumbled after the 5th time of her saying it leaning against a tree.

She pouted childishly, kicking the ground. Wolfgang glanced at her from the corner of his eye then rolling his eyes shaking his head. Goten looked at her with his blank confused expression starting to question why she's afraid of flying when she flies all the time.

Gohan was sitting on the ground holding Abigail's hands as she stood in front of him looking at the ground. "Abby, sweetie, look at Daddy," He cooed. She stared at his white boots and he sighed. "Abby, can you say daddy? Dad-dy?" he asked, slowly. She acted as if she didn't hear him, sucking on her pacifier, turning around to look at the tiny yellow capsule coming towards them. He sighed hanging his head disappointed.

Chichi had a huge baby book in her arms she flipped though the pages franticly. She had been like this for the past couple days now, she had wanted to try to get Abigail talking so she could actually say hi to her grandfather. "She can't speak with her pacifier in her mouth. Take it out!" she ordered reading though a page.

Gohan gently turned Abigail around and took out her toy she whined, her little nose wrinkling, her eyes welling up. Instantly Gohan gave it back not wanting her to cry. When he did Chichi growled reaching down and snatching the pacifier back out of her hand before she had time to put it back in her mouth. She cried reaching up for it.

Chichi kneeled down to her, holding the pacifier out of reach. "Say grandma, Abby."

Abigail threw her head back and wailed, arching her back and putting her little weight back against her daddy's arms to break free. Piccolo growled, rolling his eyes at Chichi. "Just give it back to her. She'll speak when she wants."

"She's almost 10 months now in this book it says she could at least said da da or something!" Chichi screeched jabbing her finger at the page.

Gohan took the pacifier back from his mother picking up his baby and slipping the pacifier in her mouth. "She doesn't have to be one of those genies babies, Mom. Let's just let her be Abby and let her go at her own pace." he suggested.

Chichi sighed over dramatic slamming the book shut then slipping it into the baby bag over her shoulder. Piccolo dreaded having to leave little Abigail with this woman while he fought in the tournament. She would probably throw her pacifier away and scream at her until she finally said something or looked up at her. It was probably better if he changed babysitters from Chichi to Bulma. At least with Bulma she would probably just sit Abigail in her lap while Bra and Maron tried to entertain her. It was better than making the poor child scream her lungs out because her pacifier is gone.

Finally the yellow capsule landed in front of Chichi's small house and the door lifted up. Trunks leaned out the door.

"Wolf, Goten, Vivian come on! Come on we can't be late!" he yelled excitedly waving them forward.

Vivian and Goten giggled skipping forward; Wolfgang strolled after them his arms crossed. Gohan smiled up at Piccolo, hitching Abigail on his hip then taking Piccolo's big hand walking forward with him. Chichi stomped after them.

Inside Bulma was in the driver's seat, she smiled back at them as they climbed in. Vegeta sat next to her his arms crossed over his chest he didn't look back at them just stared off though the window concentrating. Krillin, 18, Maron and Bra sat in the first bench row of seats. Yamcha, Master Roshi, Quar and Oolong were in the next row. Behind them was two more bench seating. Trunks sat in the very back waving Wolfgang, Goten and Vivian back.

Krillin's eyes widened as the two little green children climbed into the back, then seeing the green baby in Gohan's arms. His eyes rested on Gohan's and Piccolo's hands clasped together, he grinned. "Wow, you guys have been busy!" he laughed.

Gohan blushed pink and Piccolo rolled his eyes. Chichi "huffed" stomping to the last open seat. They followed in behind her. Everyone was staring wide eyed at the two of them. Feeling the stares, Abigail whimpered, starting to cry as she turned around to hide in her daddy's ridicules Syian man outfit. Gohan rubbed her back softly, smiling at Krillin. "Yeah…I guess we have."

"Three kids, guys, wow! Congrats!" Yamcha laughed.

Krillin frowned suddenly. "Are you going to be like your dad, Gohan and only show up once every couple years? I mean back in the day, the last time we saw your dad was his wedding. A couple years later he shows up with you and Anabell."

Chichi growled to herself at the last name and Gohan froze. Wolfgang, Vivian and Goten stopped their giggling to looking up. Piccolo glanced at Gohan from the corner of his eye. Everyone had forgotten about Anabell. Ever since the fight with Cell was over she had become like her father only showing up about once a year. She and piccolo had, had a complicated relationship. Like Gohan, she had this pull over him so it was almost impossible not to love her. He wasn't ashamed to admit he did love her. He still did love her but he loved Gohan more. Ana knew that, she was the one who made him realize it. She was Gohan's age, 17, when she ran away from home; she had come up to the lookout to talk to him and to tell him her plans of getting out of town and traveling the world. After hours of talking they finally both agreed that they were just good friends. He was almost like her brother or sometimes he acted like a stern father and their relationship couldn't be anything more. For doing that she helped him realize that Gohan was the one he wanted to be with. Now look at them. In only a year they have 3 kids.

Gohan was utterly shocked that he ever forgot to call his older sister. She was his best friend and they told each other everything. But he's just been so wrapped with the kids and he wouldn't know how to contact her. The last time she called she said she was in London but she was on her way to the United States. That was 8 months ago and he couldn't believe he didn't tell her then. She had a cell phone but he always forgot the number.

"Ana's coming home to fight, you know," Bulma added casually. "Actually she's moving home, she got an apartment in the city. In New York she took architecture and interior design classes. Says she loves it. I hired her to re model Bra's room and her design she drew up was just WOW! It's going to be soo great!" she giggled excitedly.

"She's already in town?" Gohan cried "And she didn't stop by or anything?"

"Well she doesn't get into today but she'll be here before the tournament starts. She sent the design by email."

Wolfgang and Vivian looked at their daddy confused. They had only seen him this nervous when Videl first found out his secret. Abigail could sense he was freaking out to. Absently she patted his arm, her whimpering into another soothing song, only loud enough he and Piccolo could hear it. Gohan stared down at her softly, shocked as she did her power for the second time in her life, then swallowed hard, nodding, hugging her little body tightly to him, feeling surprisingly calmer. He grinned slightly up at Piccolo, then down at Abigail who had stopped her song by now and went back to her own rhythm that calmed her down.

Vivian leaned forward on her elbows of the back of his seat curiously. "Who's Anabell, daddy?" she asked.

Gohan looked back at her and smiled. "She's my old older sister. Your aunt…"

"We never knew we had an aunt," Wolfgang mumbled.

Gohan rubbed the back of his head embarrassed. "I sorta forgot…"

"Who didn't forget about her?" Chichi demanded angrily. "I forgot about her the second she stepped foot out of my house."

Piccolo glared across Gohan at her then rolled his eyes. It amazed him that after 3 years of refusing to see her only daughter when she came to visit, she didn't even miss her. How could a woman be so hard and curl to her own daughter since she was born? But it was only her daughter? Chichi loved Gohan and Goten and her grandchildren. The tone of Chichi's voice scared Abigail; she cried quietly in her chimes, Gohan frowned at his mother, rocking Abigail slowly.

Krillin changed the subject then. "So we heard all about you guys from Maron," he smiled at the green twins, ruffling his daughters blond hair. "You're both into fighting, huh?"

"Wolfgang's the best fighter!" Maron told him then she and Bra giggled shrilly, staring at Wolfgang in awe. Wolfgang wanted to sink down in his seat and hide his face. It was embarrassing of how much a big of crush the two girls had over him. If they were out in the yard playing during play dates they always wanted to sit next to him or to hold his hand. They liked him enough to actually argue and fight over him.

"Yes, sir," Vivian replied to Krillin politely.

"We haven't heard about this little one," Yamcha grinned, reaching over the seat to tickle Abigail's side. She cried holding onto Gohan's cape tightly with her tiny fists. Shocked, Yamcha pulled his hand back quickly. Piccolo shot him a glare, but Gohan squeezed his hand to keep him calm.

"This is Abby," Gohan informed them all with a huge grin from ear to ear.

"Abigail." Piccolo growled correcting him. They all laughed.

The next two hours went by slowly. But before long they had landed in the parking lot of the tournament arena. It was 6 hours until the actual fighting began but still thousands and thousands of people flooded into the plaza. The tournament fighters were supposed to be called in for strength test at 12 and they were supposed to meet Goku in the courtyard sometime before then. They didn't know when Anabell was going to show up and it was driving Gohan crazy. How was she going to take being an aunt? He knew she would love it, she was always good with kids but it's been almost a year since the twins were born and no one had told her. Would she be mad at him for not telling her? Piccolo wasn't as nervous but he knew Anabell well enough that at first she would be shocked, just like everyone else at first, but once she shook that off she would be the best and greatest aunt to the kids.

While they walked towards the courtyard the other walked in front. Gohan walked with them holding Vivian's hand and holding Abigail. Vivian looked around at all the bustling people and all the concession stands and also all the huge tents selling Mr. Saitin's merchandise. Abigail looked around absently, sucking on her pacifier. Piccolo walked behind them with Wolfgang who was looking around at the crowd to. Suddenly he looked up at his father crossing his arms over his chest.

"Is this Anabell girl strong, sir?" he asked.

Piccolo glanced down at him and nodded. "She's very strong. She played a big role in helping your father defeat Cell."

"What about our grandfather?"

Piccolo chuckled quietly shaking his head. "Goku's the strongest person in the world and probably the universe. Even young he beat me. He probably has a few tricks I can't do, to teach you."

Wolfgang grinned excited.

They waited in the square for two hours and the tournament staffs were already starting to call for fighters to register. But there was still no sign on Baba with Goku or Anabell. Trunks, Goten, Wolfgang and Vivian were starting to get restless for the tournament to begin. They had walked around to see the different stations but soon enough they got bored with that and they bounced in place. Gohan rocked Abigail slowly until she fell asleep on his shoulder. Piccolo stood next to him closing his eyes concentrating.

Suddenly Chichi screamed, pointing towards the entrance of the plaza. They all followed her gaze past the busy crowd to see a black haired man with a bright orange uniform on and a small golden ring floating above his head. A goofy smile was plastered on his face as he strode towards them. Behind him was a small wrinkling old woman riding on her crystal ball. Everyone smiled staring at him in awe.

"Goku!" Chichi shirked, running forward her arms outstretched.

"Daddy!" Goten cried, running after her.

"Dad!" Gohan yelled, all at the same time as they did.

Abigail woke up then whimpering rubbing her eyes. Wolfgang and Vivian shifted awkwardly to hide behind Piccolo. Chichi had made her way to Goku, throwing herself at him, flinging her arms around his neck, nearly knocking him over. Goten had wrapped himself around his leg.

Goku chuckled, patting Chichi on the back softly, his eyes twinkling. "Hey, Chichi! Hey, Goten! Oh, I missed you guys so much! Where's Gohan?" he asked looking around.

Chichi touched back down to ground and girly giggled. "You're in for a big surprise, Goku."

"What?" he asked confused looking at her.

Gohan glanced at Piccolo and took a long deep breath then let it out loudly. Piccolo sighed nodding once. Gohan smiled and reached down to take Vivian's hand. She took it proudly smiling up at him confidently then slowly Gohan made his face forward pulling Vivian along. She reached out to grab her Dad's green hand and pull him along to. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears as he was pulled closer and closer to his fiancé's father, his old enemy and now his soon to be new family. Wolfgang crossed his arms and followed behind them looking at Goku and judging his power.

"Hey, Dad," Gohan smiled shyly as they walked up to him.

Goku looked at his son confused for a moment, not realizing his new white, green and red outfit. Then his eyes wondered down to see the small green baby with a pink bow clipped to her antenna, she looked in the opposite direction ignoring what was going on. Then down to the two small green children wearing similar clothing to each other's but just different colors. His eyes got wider as he stared at the two of them; he rubbed his eyes and took a lot of long blinks, his jaw dropped. Chichi and Goten giggled watching his expression.

"BaBa! Something happened to my eyes on the way back! I'm seeing two Dende's! And a baby Dende!" he yelled suddenly, point at the two then at Abigail. She whimpered at the sound and hid her face in Gohan's chest.

Piccolo rolled his eyes hanging his head and Gohan's jaw dropped a little in a half smile. Behind them everyone was laughing at him, remembering how silly he was.

Baba was blinking back and forth between the three children's to, rubbing her old wrinkling old eyes. "I-I see them too! I d-don't know what h-happened?"

"I'm not Dende…" Vivian piped up, taking a step forward. "Dende's back home with Mr. Popo…"

When Goku heard her shrilly soprano voice he stared at her wide eyed. Then his eyes narrowed and he bent down eye level to her. "What did they do to your voice, Dende?" he asked suspiciously.

"I'm not Dende..." She repeated slower pointing to herself. "I'm a girl. I'm Vivian."

Goku's eyebrows raised and cocked his head to the side."Hmm...Vivian...Are you from the group of Nameks we rescued years ago?"

She shook her head. "No I was born after that."

"Did your parents bring you back here to visit Earth? Because a year after we rescued the Nameks they decided to find their own planet to live..."

Everyone sighed, he would go on and on with this questioning if someone didn't just tell him flat out. Finally Gohan stopped him. "No-Dad...they were born here."

"Did some of the Nameks stay?" Goku asked confused looking up at him.

Gohan glanced at Piccolo and grinned, Piccolo kept a hard face at his smile. "Just one."

"Who? Which one?" Goku asked standing up not getting it; he scratched his head, in concentration.

Piccolo rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Me, Goku. They're my children. And someone else's children..." he said slowly then glanced back at Gohan so he could tell him the big news.

Goku had already gone pale, his jaw dropped his eyes the size of dinner plates, even though he still didn't get Piccolo's and Gohan's looks and he hadn't heard the biggest news of all. He was just shocked to hear Piccolo. Mean, hard, kid hating Piccolo had actually had children.

"Who? Did you-you and Ana get back together? Or-?..." Goku stuttered his mind whirling fast.

"No, Dad," Gohan said slowly, letting go on Vivian's hand then grasping Piccolo's tightly holding their entwined hands up. "I'm the second father, Dad...Their half Namek...Half Syian."

Goku stared at their hands so wide eyed it looked like his eyes would pop out. He went paler than a sheet and he was starting to look like Chichi before he passed out. Everyone watched him carefully ready for something to happen. Anything to happen. Minutes ticked by and he hadn't moved an inch. Nervously Vivian held onto her daddy's pant leg looking up at Goku waiting. There was another call overhead for fighters to register and Goku still hadn't moved.

Finally Gohan cleared his throat. "Umm...Dad?"

Suddenly like if someone had just woke him up or slapped him in the face Goku's jumped and blinked shaking his head, seeming dazed and confused about where he was. He concentrated on Gohan for a moment his mouth opening slowly. "Son, what in the world are you wearing? That's a new fighting uniform I haven't seen yet. It's kinda silly" he blurted, cocking his head to the side.

Everyone groaned in frustration and Gohan sighed falling backwards on his head. Wolfgang and Vivian's jaw dropped almost to the ground as they stare at their grandfather in disbelief. He had really forgotten everything that was just said.

Gohan jumped back up to his feet hitching Abigail on his hip and yelled. "Dad! These are your grandkids! You're a grandfather, Dad!" Goku looked at him and glazed over again in thought.

"Oh my goodness..." a small whisper echoed from behind Goku.

Everyone but Goku who was frozen like a sculptor looked behind him to see a tiny petite girl with blond hair that was almost white, her skin pale her eyes still a sparkling ice blue. She wore an oversized grey sweatshirt that was big enough to be a dress and had something in French scribbled on it, it was ripped up so it hung loosely and drooped over and left one of her thin boney shoulders bare. The sweatshirt stopped at her knees and she wore tight tights and then she wore light brown fur lined boots. Her head was tilted forward in shock her blond curls framing her face and she was wide eyed as she stared from the children then to Gohan's and Piccolo's tightly clasped hands. A smile twitched on the corner of her lips.

Gohan sucked in a deep breath shocked as he looked at his sister and Piccolo froze.

"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" Anabell shirked louder, a smile spreading across her face lighting up her eyes. "My little brother isn't little anymore! He-He's a daddy! Oh my goodness! Gohan! Piccolo! Congratulations!" She shirked and her mouth open wide into a smile, her eyes wide, she shook her head and pushed the curls out of her face to amazed to say anything else.

"Ana..."Gohan whispered handing Abigail to Piccolo slowly taking a step forward, he stalled breathing hard waiting for her to suddenly get mad and attack him.

"Gohan! You're a daddy!" She giggled bouncing in place, finally she stayed put holding her arms out.

Relief spread of Gohan and he chucked slowly in gasps and jogged forward to meet her. Anabell shrilled jumping up when he came to her throwing her thin arms around his neck. He wrapped his big arms around her tightly lifting her up from the ground hugging her so hard she couldn't breath and if he hugged her any tighter he thought he was brake her in two.

"Sis, I missed you soo much! I was scared you would be mad for me not telling you!" he mumbled in her ear.

She patted his back breathlessly unable to talk. Slowly he sat her back down on her feet and noticed how much he had actually grown from the last time they had seen each other. He was a full head taller than her. She put her hands on her narrow hips and glared up at him.

"That part I'm pretty pissed about," she growled trying to look angry but she couldn't help it and the smile slid back and she burst out giggling. "You're a dad!"

He beamed down at her innocently, holding her shoulders at arm's length. "You're an aunt!"

"Goku, Goku, sweetheart..." Chichi was murmuring quietly to Goku who was still, trying to snap him out of it. She pretending not to notice anything and she didn't even acknowledge that her daughter was there.

"I think I broke him..."Gohan mumbled frowning at him.

Anabell raised her eyebrows and shrugged. "Don't worry; I'll fix him..." she patted his arm then skipped forward."Daddy!" she cried out as she jumped up on his back wrapping her arms around his neck from behind as she hung there. Chichi glared at her.

That surprisingly snapped him out of it. He blinked hard again then pointed at Vivian; she was watching everything happen silently. "Anabell! Gohan-Gohan and Piccolo had baby Dende's!" he shouted.

Wolfgang rolled his eyes. "We're not Dende. I'm Wolfgang" he growled pointing to himself then pointing each other his sisters out. "That's my twin Vivian. She's our baby sister Abigail."

Anabell grinned down at him then bite her lip to keep from laughing at her father. She patted his shoulder and dropped back down to the ground lightly. "I know...You're a grandpa, daddy."

He blinked turning his head to look at her. "I'm a grandpa…"

"Yes, dad," Gohan smiled.

Slowly, very slowly a warm smile stretched across her face and he looked at Abigail in Piccolo's arms then down to the twins. "I'm a grandpa…" he repeated, then bent down to the twins smiling at them. "Can grandpa get a hug?..." he asked. Vivian giggled and ran into his open arms hugging him tightly. Wolfgang stayed back watching them refusing to give hugs. Gohan smiled, overwhelmed with happiness that his sister and his dad were all happy and expecting of this.

Vegeta grunted behind them annoyed. "Enough with this family scene. It's time to fight."

please read it. Commet it. Tell me thoughs and sugestions thanks! :)