The house seemed rather empty and quiet to Goku after having spent so much time at Tien's house. He didn't like the way everything seemed to echo inside. But it would be different this weekend. For the first time since Chichi left, Goku was getting to see his son. He'd spent the whole day yesterday at the house, trying to make it feel homey again, seeing as how Chichi had practically stripped it. She'd even taken the blankets and pillows from Goten's bed, leaving a bare mattress behind on the little wooden bedframe.

Goku didn't have a lot of money to spend, but with Lindsey's help, he managed to find a nice new bedding set for Goten's bed (some smiling race car and a tow-truck cartoon characters he hadn't heard of before, but Lindsey assured him the kiddo would love it) and a few toys to put in the room so it didn't seem so empty. They'd gone through some pictures and framed a few of them to put on the walls in the living room, which helped, but it still just didn't feel quite right in there to him. Oh well. He got to spend the whole weekend with Goten, just the two of them, and that was all that mattered.

He awoke bright and early that morning, feeling a bit stiff from sleeping on the couch after sleeping in Tien's big, soft bed several nights that week. He just couldn't bring himself to sleep in the old bed he'd shared with Chichi. He was half-tempted to throw the stupid thing away and buy a new one, maybe set himself up in Gohan's old bedroom, but he still wasn't sure he wanted to do that. So he just slept on the couch like he was used to.

The nights he slept over at the cabin, though, were bliss. He loved listening to Sabriena read to him, but the comfort of that bed always put him to sleep too quickly and he missed pieces of the story. Well, on the nights they actually slept, that is. He was exhausted; he'd never had so much sex in his life. Not that he was complaining. He still didn't know what to do about the night of the full moon. It was fast approaching and while he wanted to spend that night with them, he didn't trust himself.

With Chichi, it was different. He'd trained himself for so many years to control himself in bed on those nights. But with Sabriena and Tien, they didn't put restrictions on him. They let him be forceful and passionate, giving him as much satisfaction as his body could handle until he collapsed in their bed, completely and totally sated. He was scared of what he might do to them on the full moon. He might take things too far and he didn't want to risk that. He was going to have to hide away here, in his old house, and just try to sleep it off until the morning. Maybe Tien could make that tea for him once again to help him sleep.

He wandered outside, blinking at the bright sunlight. He loved the warmer weather. He chewed the inside corner of his mouth, checking the watch he wore tucked under one of his wristbands. The seconds seemed to just drag. He finally decided to fill up the hot tub with the idea of soaking in it later that evening. At least getting it ready would give him something to do while he waited for Chichi to show up.


Eight weeks. Eight weeks was all it had taken to settle the divorce, Goku not protesting anything Chichi wanted, except for custody of Goten. She'd agreed to give him the house; she didn't want the damn thing. There were too many memories in that place that she'd rather forget. She scowled as they approached the house now. She was furious when the judge granted Goku visitation every other weekend. She didn't want Goten out of her sight. Couldn't that idiot judge see what a bad influence Goku was?! She'd pled her case, telling the judge about how Goku didn't work, he trained constantly, that he was a violent and aggressive fighter, and that his every waking moment was spent with his karate-bum friends, but the judge decided that without evidence of Goku being violent, there was no reason he couldn't have visitation rights to his son. Chichi had stormed out of the courthouse that day absolutely furious.

Goten was bouncing in the backseat, not having seen his father for nearly two months. He didn't understand what had happened between his momma and daddy, but all he knew was that he missed his dad something fierce.

They'd stayed with his Grandpa Ox for a few weeks when they first left home. He didn't mind spending time with Grandpa, but after a while, he got homesick. Grandpa kept buying him new toys and playing board games with him when he wasn't doing his homework. He kept asking his mother when they were going to go home. He missed his room. He missed his house. But most of all, he missed his dad. He'd been absolutely devastated when Momma told him that they weren't going back. Ever. He'd screamed and thrown a fit, crying so hard he made himself sick and ended up crying himself to sleep that night. He'd demanded to know why, but the reasons Momma gave him didn't make sense. He suspected Momma was lying about Daddy, but as the days passed and he didn't see his father, he had begun to worry that maybe what she'd said was true.

They moved to a nice house in a suburb of East City, far away from his old home. He didn't like the new house. It was unfamiliar and smelled different; all he wanted was his old room in the house he'd lived in his whole life. At least Grandpa's house was something familiar, but Momma said they couldn't stay there forever. The reality of it all had really sank in that first night he spent in his new bedroom. Everything had changed. Everything was different now. And it would never go back to the way it was before.

Chichi slammed on the breaks, throwing the car into park in front of the house, turning to speak to Goten, but he threw open the car door, crying, "DADDY! I'M HERE!"

Goku was outside, practically bouncing on his feet, tending the fire under the hot tub he just started. It would be nice and hot by that evening. He heard the car, felt Goten's energy, and he could barely stop himself from crying, remembering the day after the war when he was prevented from seeing his son. Thank the gods for the lawyer Bulma had hired for him. He was still able to see his son. Vegeta was quite adamant, though, that he should just take his boy and to hell with what Chichi said.

He fell to his knees, catching Goten, and was knocked back a few feet, skidding as his son jumped on him. He held him tightly, crying hard, "Goten!" He kissed him over and over on his face, forehead, burying his face into his hair, "Gods, I missed you. I missed you so much!" He could hardly believe that he finally had his son in his arms after not seeing him for so long. He didn't want to let go, afraid Goten might somehow slip away.

"I missed you too, Daddy!" Goten sobbed. He couldn't believe how much better he felt in his father's arms. Safe, protected, warm. Nothing and no one could harm him when he was with his father. "I wanna stay with you, Daddy. I missed you. I missed you."

Chichi huffed and got out of the car, grabbing Goten's bags from the backseat. "Here," she said coldly, walking over and setting the bags on the ground near them. "I'll be back at six on Sunday to pick him up." She frowned at the way Goten clung to his father. It was silly, like he'd never seen the man before in his life.

Goku frowned at Chichi, slightly narrowing his eyes at her as he clutched Goten to his chest. "Why can't you let him stay longer? I haven't seen him in over two months! These two days are nothing."

"Because that's what the court-order said!" Chichi snapped back at him. "If you don't like it, maybe you should've had Bulma get you a better lawyer."

He hugged his son tightly as he stood up, picking up Goten's bags. He shook his head. "Never mind, Chichi. Come on kiddo, I have some lunch in the oven for us! And then we can go fishing!" he grinned, turning away from Chichi. He could hear her huffing as he opened the door to the house and set Goten inside, firmly closing the door behind him. That felt good. He picked up his son again, cuddling him. "Gods, I missed you. Think we can just hide you away when she comes back?" he asked as he carried Goten to the kitchen. One of the meals Sabriena prepared him was sitting in the oven hot and ready to go. She'd killed another rooster again and made him some fried chicken with fresh bread and gravy, "I sure hope you are hungry!"

"I'm starving!" Goten exclaimed. He sat at the table as his daddy placed the plate before him. Goten eagerly dug in, devouring everything he could get his little hands on. It was so good. "I don't wanna go back," he said sullenly. "I want to stay out here at OUR house." He looked up at Goku all of a sudden, "Daddy, why can't Momma and I live here anymore? I want us to be a family again. I don't like our new house. I miss it here!" He felt little tears starting to brim in his eyes. "I want both of you here with me!"

Goku smiled sadly at his son, "I want you to stay here all the time too, kiddo." He refilled his son's plate when he had quickly polished off the first plate. Good heavens, wasn't Chichi feeding him? "But your mother..." he sighed, "I'm not going to lie to you Goten." He pointed to the mark on his neck, "Momma and I exchanged marks when we got married. For a Saiyan, it's a very important mark that shows that you love each other, that you will never be with anyone else. But your mother and I didn't make them because... well... because we wanted to, but because we thought it was expected of us. I wasn't smart back when I married your mother. I loved her or at least I thought I did. I married her because of a promise I made when I was your age. I mated with her because I didn't... I didn't know much about Saiyans. She decided she doesn't want to be with me anymore. She doesn't want to live here with me."

Goten frowned. "But why?" he whined. "Did I do something wrong, Daddy?" He eagerly started shoveling more food into his mouth when it was offered. He tried to speak around the food in his mouth, but couldn't quite manage it and had to pause to chew some more. "Momma said you didn't want us here anymore. She said it's because everyone else is more important than we are." He blinked at Goku, his big dark eyes going watery, "That's not true, is it, Daddy? You said you loved me best!"

Goku reached over, cupping his son's cheek. "That's not true. Don't you believe that for a moment, son. I love you more than life itself, you hear? I would have died for you in that war. I was heartbroken... heartbroken when I couldn't see you after that battle was over. I was hurt. She hurt me very badly. I was sick after she did what she did." He was furious with Chichi for telling Goten such a lie.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," Goten whimpered and moved to sit in his dad's lap, pulling his plate over with him. "Are you still sick? I'll take care of you!"

Goku laughed and hugged his son close, leaning down, kissing the top of his head. "I know you would take care of me. You already are, kiddo. Being close to you is making me feel better. Makes my heart feel all better."

Somehow he knew, deep down, that the things his mother had told him weren't true. But he had to hear it from his dad, just to make sure. He leaned back against his dad's chest, turning to inhale the familiar scent. He purred lightly, feeling safe and secure. "Daddy, do you think we could go fishing today? I miss going fishing with you. I promise I'll be good!"

"Of course we can go fishing, and we will catch all the fish we can and then have a real feast tonight! I even have the hot tub warming up for later."

Goten nodded eagerly as he finished off his meal. He loved playing in the hot tub with his dad. He carefully climbed out of his daddy's lap and carried his plate over to the sink, setting it down as gingerly as possible. He breathed a sigh of relief when it didn't break. He turned and grinned brightly. "What have you been doing, Daddy? I never got to hear about the war! I wanna know what happened!"

Goku chuckled and picked up the plate Goten had sat down. "Sabriena bought these for me, see?" He bent one in and and let it go back into its original shape. "It's paper! Nothing breaks anymore!" He stood up and stretched, moving to pick up his son in his arms, ignoring the rather large book of homework sticking out of Goten's bag and went outside. He headed over to the shaded tree that was by the small creek that ran across the property, wincing as he moved to set his son on the grass as he pulled a particularly tender muscle in his backside, most-likely from his last night at the cabin when Tien… Goku froze as he realized what Goten had asked and his mind went over the exact detail of what he had, in fact, been doing. The late nights filled with taboo lovemaking. He felt his face flush and he rubbed at his hair and avoided the first question as he flopped himself into the shade of the tree where he pulled Goten onto him, sprawling his son out over his chest, "Well gosh! There was a lot to remember I hope I can remember the best parts. Where do you want me to start?"

Goten frowned at the look on his father's face; he had scrunched up his features as if he were in pain. "Daddy, are you okay?" he asked in concern. "You looked like you were hurting." That worried him. He wasn't used to seeing his dad act like he was hurt. "What hurts, Daddy?"

Goku felt himself blushing furiously and waved his son off the matter, "Nothing kiddo, just had a really intense sparring session with Tien the other day. Nothing to worry about, a good soak in the hot tub should be just what I need. Now, you wanted to know about the war? What about it?"

Goten thought about it for a minute. He remembered how cool his daddy looked in his armor and his war paint. "Did your armor work right?" he asked eagerly. He still wanted some of his own, just even if it was for pretend. "Did you beat the bad guys? I bet they were surprised to see you in your armor! Did you scare them?" He knew he was talking too fast and that he was asking too many questions at once, but he just couldn't seem to stop, he was so excited to finally be with his dad again.

Goku chuckled; someone else might have been annoyed at all the questions, but he couldn't get enough of hearing his son talk, to know what he was still with him and that not even Chichi could take him away. It made his heart soar.

The elder Saiyan move to prop himself up on one elbow and he looked down at his tiny son's face. He carefully took the tiny hands in his own before he looked at Goten with all seriousness. "The Armor worked better than it could have ever possibly imagined. It's probably what saved my life. But… something was wrong with the way my face was painted. I took a direct hit to the face. I got hurt really bad. If Jenny hadn't been there, I would have bled out right there and then."

"You got hurt?" Goten gasped, sitting up straight and grabbing his dad's face in his little hands, looking him over with wide eyes. He tilted Goku's face this way and that, trying to see any marks or signs of injury, but there were none. He breathed a sigh of relief and let his hands drop back to his lap. "But why didn't your paint work?" he asked. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. "Jenny should've made the paint instead. If the armor she made worked, then the paint would have too, if she'd made it." His bottom lip stuck out and he looked rather cross as he suddenly demanded, "Who made that stupid stuff anyway? It didn't work."

Goku chuckled. "Tien mixed the batches together, one big batch so that they would be all be the same. Everyone else's worked just fine. They said Vegeta got hit with the same blast and it didn't even leave a scratch. I don't know what happened with mine."

"What's that?" Goten asked, suddenly pointing to a dark reddish colored mark on the side of Goku's neck. It looked almost like a bruise. He frowned at it, thinking it looked painful and ugly. "Why didn't Jenny heal that? Was that from the war, too?"

The Saiyan was confused for a moment, reaching up and wincing as he touched the tender area of his neck. A vibrant memory of Sabriena's hot mouth latching onto him there and kissing him hotly flashed through his mind. He mentally cursed himself for not having her heal him up before he spent the weekend with his son. If he made some comments to Chichi about his "wounds" she might put two and two together and the fear of being found out made his blood turn to ice. He stumbled through his words, "Oh! That, haha! Where did I get that from? I can barely remember! It wasn't during the war, that's why Jenny didn't heal it. Probably an injury from sparring with Tien and Sabriena. Or was it that fish I caught for dinner the other night…? He was sure a big one!" He laughed nervously, peering at his son's face, wondering if it was believable. He hated lying to his son, but the alternative was unthinkable.

"But you're okay now, right?" Goten asked, looking his dad over one more time. He smiled at his daddy's nod. He thought that maybe he didn't want to hear about the war anymore; it sounded scary. He was expecting the story to be exciting, that his dad had single-handedly taken out all the bad guys by himself. Hearing that his daddy could get hurt frightened him. "Was Gohan hurt, too? Momma hasn't taken me to see him, either." He pouted again, missing his brother and his little nephew. He liked playing with Phoenix and helping take care of him; he always felt very grown up when he got to hold the baby.

Goku smiled and ruffled his little son's hair. "They are alright, of course. You should have seen the way everyone was fighting; your brother did well." He looked around biting his lip. "How would you like a quick visit over there? And I bet Paige and Alice have been missing you. Unless you've managed to find a way to sneak out at night with your mother not noticing."

Goten shook his head, feeling terrified. "No! I would never sneak out, Daddy! Momma would get really mad if she caught me." He gave a little shiver, thinking of the reaction his mother would have if she found out he'd snuck out of the house. He brightened at the idea of seeing Paige, though. "Can we go see everyone? I haven't seen anybody except for little Trunks. Momma didn't want me to go over there, but Bulma came and got me anyway. I think she's the only one Momma won't argue with."

Goku threw his head back and laughed, "Why am I not surprised? No one wants to argue with Bulma!" He snuggled his son in his lap, loving the weight of him in his arms. "Let's go see Paige first, then we can swing by and visit your older brother."


Jenny should have realized something was up when Paige scrambled away from her sparring lesson with her father, scurrying off towards the new visitors, ones they hadn't seen in a while. "Better pause training, we have company."

Piccolo frowned for a moment, but then smiled when he saw Goku and Goten. It was about time Goku got to visit his little boy. Piccolo was still having a hard time wrapping his mind around that. He couldn't imagine what it would be like if he suddenly was unable to see his daughters any time he wanted.

Goten roared with joy and caught Paige up in a big hug when she ran to him, both of them toppling over and laughing together. "I missed playing with you!" he cried, hugging his friend as tight as he could. He sat up and waved, "Hi, miss Jenny! Hi, Mr. Piccolo!"

Jenny smiled widely at the littlest Saiyan, holding out her arms. "We'll you better get over here and give me a big hug! " she laughed at the little bullet he was, "Good heavens, It's like I haven't see you in ages, kiddo. She laughed as he squirmed down and went to go chase after Paige. Her demeanor fell and she looked at Goku carefully, "So. How long are these visits?"

Goku frowned sadly and move to sit on the edge of the Lookout, looking down at his shoes. He leaned back on the tile, soaking in the nice warm sunrays. "A weekend. Once every other weekend. It makes me feel as though I am some kind of criminal. She was even late today. Didn't show up until this afternoon. I only have until Sunday at six."

Piccolo frowned at that. "Every other weekend, that's it? That's only four days a month and she gets him the rest of the time?" he asked, his voice perhaps a little louder than it should have been, but he was outraged. He didn't know much about how this sort of thing worked, but he'd thought the time would have been divided equally between both parents. "This is absurd. I will never understand the way these earthling systems work. They don't make sense to me at all."

Goku shrugged, "I think they made it especially hard for me to find a loophole I could use, but no such luck. I know he needs his mother, but I just can't lose my son…." He called the little one back to him and tucked him into his arms and sighed happily into his son's hair.

Goten snuggled into his dad's shirt, grinning widely. "Let's just hide up here, Daddy. I wanna stay with you."

Something stabbed at Piccolo's heart when he heard Goten say that. He picked up Alice and held her tightly for a moment, thinking about how miserable he would be if he was separated from his daughters or his mate. "I would have thought Bulma's lawyer would have been able to do better than that for you," Piccolo growled. "Let me guess, these sorts of things favor the mother, huh? Never mind what sort of person she is." He could feel his anger growing in his chest, the muscles in his neck going tense. He couldn't stand that woman.

Goku shook his head. "Bulma hired me one of the better ones out there, but let's face it. The courts were ready to rule over custody to the more down to the 'healthy' relationship. As good as the lawyer was, it's hard to make a father who spends his days doing violent things for a living, to support himself, seem like the better home."

"Ridiculous," Piccolo growled again. He looked down at the children and set Alice back down on the tile. "You kids run along and play for a minute," he said.

Goten hugged his dad once more before he got up and grabbed Paige's hand, both of them running across the Lookout and laughing; Alice frowned at them and toddled over to follow Dende instead.

"Goku, just take him," Piccolo said. "To hell with the law. Goten would be better off with you anyway. What are they going to do? They couldn't hold you, couldn't arrest you. That woman is poison and your son deserves better."

Goku half smiled, "I've wanted to. I have been thinking about it of every hour of every day. But what kind of life would that leave Goten with? To always be looking over his shoulder for people who might come to take him away him and send me to jail?" He shook his head, "No, I can't do that, I won't. He is too precious me to kidnap him. Although," he said thoughtfully, "You could have Paige kidnap for me."

"Don't give them ideas," Piccolo said. He looked over at his oldest daughter, who had paused and turned with a mischievous grin on her face. "Paige," Piccolo said slowly, "don't even think about it young lady." He nearly laughed at the disappointed frown on her face as she turned to Goten and challenged him to a sparring match. He shook his head; she had far too much of her mother's spirit in her. And Vegeta wasn't helping matters by encouraging her and training her every chance he got.

Piccolo turned his attention back to Goku. "So, besides all this, how are you holding up? We haven't seen much of you lately."

Goku chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, thinking about Sabriena. His heart fluttered and his stomach did flips as the butterflies started up anew. He knew she and Piccolo didn't get along, but he didn't know the new Sabriena all that well and nowhere near as intimately as Goku now did. The smell of her hair, her soft curves, her honeyed voice reading to him at night while her fingers threaded through his hair. He almost let out a happy sigh before he caught himself, "Oh, she's not all that bad. Her cooking is amazing! I know you don't usually eat, but you'd probably change your mind if you had a bite!"

"I doubt that," Piccolo said dryly. "So what about-"

"Jenny!" Goten cried suddenly, interrupting Piccolo and he ran back over to them. "Jenny! Jenny!" He skidded to a stop right in front of her and blinked his big eyes up at her. "Could you heal my daddy? He got hurt! There's a big nasty bruise on his neck from training with Sabriena and Tien! I think it looks like it hurts. Could you heal him, please? Pretty please?" he begged, clasping his hands together like he was praying.

Jenny had to stop herself from laughing; good heavens, this boy was his father's son, his mind jumping from one thing to another like lightning. "I sure can, kiddo." She looked up to Goku just as the older Saiyan slapped a hand to the side of his neck. "That's an odd place to get injured, I thought it was like, common courtesy to not go for the vulnerable areas during training."

Goku felt his face heat up and he must have turned ten shades of red, "Oh it's nothing really! Just a small bruise, Goten's just over reacting!"

She laughed and shook her head, walking over to him and tugging his hand away. "Honestly, Goku, it's no trouble at all." Jenny paused when she saw the mark, her eyes widening as she instantly recognized it, certainly no mark from any sparring, "Um… How did you get this again?" She glanced down at Goten and grinned wickedly before she took the Saiyan by the hand and dragged him away from Piccolo and the little one. "Be right back boys! Piccolo, cover your ears." She realized he probably wouldn't, but decided it didn't matter as she closed the door behind them as she led them into the laundry room.

Goku winced and held up his hands, "Look I can explain everything! It's from a sparring match, Tien got a little carried away and… uh you know." He gestured to the mark.

Jenny just blinked at him a moment before she threw her head back and laughed, "You must think I am as dumb as a bag of rocks." She looked slyly at him and pointed a finger at his nose, "I know a hickey when I see one. So! Who exactly is the lucky woman?"

The Saiyan shook his head, "No one! It's from sparring! I swear it!"

Jenny chuckled. "Hey, hey! It's okay, I'm just glad you are finally getting some attention and believe me when I say I understand about keeping the kiddo on the down-low. Piccolo and I have had to do it from time to time, though his marks don't show up as good as mine do. Damned greened skin alien," she muttered.

"I heard that," Piccolo said loudly from the other side of the door. A hickey? He was curious as to who Goku must be seeing, but if the Saiyan wasn't ready to share, then it was none of their business. Goku would tell them when he felt comfortable with it. "Quit prying, Jenny, and fix that mark if you can."

Goku sighed in relief, hearing Piccolo's words, and Jenny sighed in annoyance.

"Spoil sport. You know I thrive on gossip." She held up her hand, glowing softly with the blue energy of her magick and closed her hand over the hickey, healing the small bruise. "Your secret is safe with us. I won't tell anyone you are seeing someone, but I hope you introduce us soon! Unless it was like a one time, scratching that itch kind of thing, you know what I mean. I imagine that was one hell of an itch."

Goku was still blushing as she pulled her hand away and he rubbed the back of his head with his hand, "Uh... yeah." He smiled at her, "And thanks, I would appreciate it if you didn't tell Goten or anyone else. Please?"

She nodded and opened the door, "Of course Goku." She glared at Piccolo who was looking at them with interest. "With you, the saying walls have ears comes to mind. No secret is safe!" she declared.

Piccolo smirked. "Someone has to keep you in line," he answered simply. He was surprised to find out that Goku was with someone already. It had been, what? Two weeks since his divorce had been finalized? That seemed rather quick to Piccolo, but then again, it had been years since Goku and Chichi had really gotten along. Maybe it shouldn't have been such a surprise after all.

"Are you all healed, Daddy?" Goten asked, running over and looking up at his dad's neck. "Yay! Jenny fixed it! Thank you, Jenny!" He turned and wrapped his arms around her leg, hugging her tightly, nearly knocking her off balance. "I was worried about Daddy hurting too much. He said you healed him after he got hurt in the war, too."

Jenny's good humor left her as she hugged the little Saiyan, picking him up and looking into those dark eyes, remembering the horrible injury Goku had sustained in battle. She and Piccolo, hell, even her Dad and Mom had a long conversation about what had happened, about why his face paint hadn't worked, but they couldn't seem to figure it out. "That I did. I wouldn't want your dad to be in any pain." She looked to Goku, closing her eyes as she could see the eyeball dangling, remembering the feeling of it when she had to pick it up and push it back into the socket before it would heal properly. His screams burned into her mind. She set Goten down and watched as Goku picked him back up.

He smiled at them; he was grateful that she had healed the mark, not wanting to even think about what Gohan and Lindsey would have said about it. He was even more grateful that they were playing it off for Goten, "Thanks very much Jenny, really. I owe you one."

She chuckled, "Babysit the girls for me one night and we will call it even!"

Goku laughed, "That all? Sure! You just name the date!"

Piccolo couldn't help but chuckle. "We'll never get our girls back, you know that, right?"

"Paige can come stay with us forever if she wants!" Goten exclaimed happily. "And Alice, too!" His eyes lit up even more as he looked at his dad, "Can we get little Trunks and Phoenix and Marron, too? We could have a party!"

"Now look what you did," Piccolo muttered to Jenny, amusement showing on his face. He wasn't sure who would have more fun - the kids or Goku. "I don't even want to think what that house would look like after a weekend of that."

Jenny laughed, "I think Goku will still be as happy as a clam." She lowered her voice and muttered so only Piccolo would hear, "And he wouldn't have that bitch to complain about the mess."

Goku grinned at Goten, "I think we should see if we can do that! Have a lot of food, some games, we could make an entire weekend out of it!"

"Daddy, can we take Paige with us to go see Gohan?" Goten asked eagerly, wanting to spend more time with his friend, but wanting to see his brother as well. "Pretty please?" He turned towards Jenny and Piccolo, putting on a puppy-dog look that rivaled his father's. "Can Paige come with us to Gohan's for a little bit?"

Piccolo cringed inside. Oh gods, that face. Even he didn't think he could say no to that, and he was pretty well immune to the pleading looks Paige would give him when she was trying to get her way. "It's up to her mother," Piccolo said and turned away, going over to his favorite meditation spot, desperate to get away from that look.

Jenny rolled her eyes, "Sure, try to make me look like the bad guy." She smiled back at Goten, leaning down on her knees, "Well, you can take her for the night if you want, but what did your Daddy want to do this weekend? Just you and him?"

Goku laughed, "Well, Chichi hasn't let Goten spend any time with anyone except for Trunks. But I think she could spend the night if that's okay with you?" He looked down at his son, the way his eyes lit up and he knew he missed Paige.

Jenny smiled and nodded, "Just let me get a little pack for her and you'll be good to go."

"YAY!" Goten cried in excitement. He wrapped his arms around his dad's neck, hugging him tightly. "You're the best daddy in the entire world!"