Disclaimer: None of the things you recognize belong to me. DBZ and everything involved with it belongs to Akira Toriyama. Anything you don't recognize belongs to me.

Warnings for this chapter: None.

Note: Finally, Chiara sets eyes on Goku again. To freedom zero, you asked some questions in your review. I don't want to give too much away, but I think you can all see the Majin thing coming from a mile away and I can reveal that Chiara will be turning Super again, just not when. Your third question was she hates Goku. She hates him because she doesn't believe in his reason for staying away. No doubt Goku is a hero, and no doubt he loves his family, but she doesn't believe he did it to keep the Earth safe. In the seven years that have passed there have been numerous villains coming to Earth, in my story at least, and none of them were after Son Goku. That will be her main point, that his absence didn't stop evil guys from coming. Also note that she's had to listen to her mom crying every night, and that she resents her father for causing that.

To address silverfalcon's guess as to who Chiara's boyfriend is, again I don't want to give too much away, but I can tell you that there will be a hint in chapter 35 which will tell you all you need to know.

Chapter XXXIV: Tournament Day.

775 A.D. May the 7th.

The day had come. The day of the 25th World Tournament. Bulma picked the Son family and Piccolo up at the Son house and they all entered her plane to head to the grounds where the tournament would be held. Chiara walked to the plane with her hands in her pockets, she had been in a foul mood all day but she figured it would serve her well during the tournament. She entered the plane and stopped next to where Yamcha was sitting. She turned her head towards him and frowned thoughtfully.

"Are you entering the tournament?" she asked.

"No, but I'll be watching," Yamcha answered.

"Pity," Chiara said, before smirking. "I would have enjoyed putting you in your place."

Yamcha scowled but said nothing as Chiara walked on. Vegeta, who was sitting on the passenger seat next to Bulma's seat, chuckled.

"Hello, Senpai," Chiara greeted, sitting down behind Vegeta's seat.

"Runt," Vegeta greeted. "Are you ready for the tournament?"

"Of course, nobody will beat me," Chiara said confidently.

"Nobody but me, runt," Vegeta smirked. "Nobody but me."

Chiara smiled her first real smile that month as she crossed her arms and closed her eyes, leaning back to wait for everybody to enter the plane. Her foul mood returned full force when it took everybody a while to get on the plane. She hated stalling, and she just knew they were doing it on purpose.

She just barely managed to bite back a snappy remark, knowing that it wouldn't be appreciated, not by her mother, not by Piccolo, and not by her Senpai. Once everyone was settled, they were on their way. They were talking about how going Super Saiyan was not allowed and how they wouldn't use finishers. Krillin joked that he might actually stand a chance.

"Maybe I'll get to face you, huh Chi?" Krillin said to Chiara.

Despite the foul mood she was in, Chiara smiled. "It would be an honor to face you, Krillin."

Vegeta snorted. "You won't stand a chance against her, chrome dome."

"Vegeta," Bulma scolded angrily.

"Hey," Krillin protested. "I'm not even bald anymore."

Vegeta ignored them both. "It's Kakkarot that I want to face."

Chiara's foul mood seemed to increase ten fold when Vegeta mentioned her father. "Can't this thing go any faster? I could crawl faster than this."

"Son Chiara, you behave yourself," ChiChi warned.

Bulma sensed the tension building in the plane so she put on a smile and said, "I know, to pass the time we could sing songs."

"Yeah, or we could not," Chiara snapped.

Vegeta and Trunks both chuckled and Bulma sighed.

"Son Chiara, I am warning you," ChiChi said.

"I refuse to sing songs that nobody cares to hear, just to pass time that could just as easily be spent in silence," Chiara said, purposely being obnoxious, anything to keep them from talking about him again.

"That's enough, Chiara," Piccolo warned.

"I'm sorry," Chiara said to Piccolo. "But I am entering the tournament, and I would like to concentrate on actually making it to the second round. I would also like to get there before the tournament's over."

"If you want silence so bad, just keep quiet," ChiChi said.

Chiara closed her eyes and drew her lips into a tight line at that, but she said nothing. The chatting went on, mostly about Goku, and Chiara's foul mood grew more foul every second. Gohan could feel the resentment through their link.

'Just calm down, Chi,' he sent to her.

'I'm trying,' Chiara sent back. 'But if they don't stop talking about him soon, I'm going to blow a gasket.'

Gohan looked at Chiara worriedly but didn't know how to make everybody stop talking about their father. When Krillin once again said he had missed Goku, Chiara had had enough. She got up, grabbing everybody's attention.

"I'm sorry, I think I'll make my own way to the tournament grounds," she ground out.

She opened the door to the plane, ignoring her mother's protests, and stepped out into mid-air. She slammed the door behind her, a little harder than strictly necessary, and flew away. There was a short silence as everybody watched her go, before Krillin turned to Gohan.

"What happened there, Gohan?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, she's been in a foul mood ever since dad revealed he was going to be here today," Gohan said. "She still resents him for leaving us and not coming back, she's glad he's going to be here for mom's sake but that's where it ends."

"And we just kept on talking about him," Bulma said softly.

ChiChi was quiet as she thought about this, her countenance was sad. Piccolo looked thoughtful and Vegeta looked annoyed. He got up and walked to the door to the plane. He opened the door.

"I should have told you all to shut up about that clown," Vegeta said before stepping out, closing the door and flying off.

"Where is he going?" Goten asked.

"To find Chiara," Gohan said. "I would go myself, but I really wouldn't know what to say to her. I'm happy dad's going to be here, I'd only make her mad."

Once at the tournament grounds, the group caught up with Chiara and Vegeta again. Chiara looked much more relaxed and at ease than she had before. Nobody mentioned what had happened before and Chiara was glad, she wasn't proud of her little outburst but she couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't happen again.

As the z-gang waited for the registration desk to open for business, which it would momentarily, ChiChi fussed over Goten, stressing that he shouldn't run off. Chiara sighed and shook her head.

"What?" ChiChi demanded.

"Mom, Goten is stronger than 99.99 percent of Earth's population, if not more. I think he'll be fine," Chiara said.

ChiChi didn't look at all convinced of that but didn't fuss quite as much. It wasn't long until Baba showed up, stating that Goku wasn't far behind, and Chiara felt every muscle in her body tense. The muscles in her arms and legs actually hurt as she stood there watching her family get excited about the return of Son Goku. And then there he was, appearing out of nowhere beside Baba.

"Hey, everybody," he greeted, a goofy smile on his face.

"Goku," ChiChi cried joyfully.

"Wauw, you've all changed a lot in seven years," Goku commented.

"Dad," Gohan cried laughing.

"Goku," Krillin and the others called out as well, Krillin was crying.

"Gohan, look at you, you're a giant," Goku said.

Gohan just laughed as he looked at his father.

"Well, is everybody just going to stand there or am I gonna get a hug?" Goku asked.

Everybody, except for Trunks, Vegeta, Piccolo and Chiara, ran to Goku and hugged him or shook his hand. Baba left while they were occupied. That's when Goku noticed a tiny head peeking from behind ChiChi's legs.

"Hey, ChiChi, I think there's a little me standing behind you," Goku said jokingly.

"This is Goten," ChiChi said as she gently ushered Goten from behind her. "Say hello to your daddy."

"I'm Goten," Goten said shyly.

"I'm Goku," Goku said gently. "Hi."

Goten was reluctant for all of five seconds before he threw himself into a crouching Goku's arms, crying, "Daddy."

Chiara, in the mean time, stood behind Vegeta, her arms crossed, her eyes cold, her face hard.

"Heartwarming, isn't it?" she hissed so only Vegeta could hear.

"Behave yourself, runt, I know you hate the fool but this is important to your family," Vegeta said quietly.

"I know," she said through clenched teeth. "That's why I'm not over there pounding him into the ground."

"Chiara," ChiChi called out. "Come here and say hello to your father."

"Eh, mom, maybe it's better if you just leave her alone," Gohan said nervously.

"Nonsense," ChiChi insisted. "Chiara, come over here."

"Do as the woman says, runt," Vegeta said quietly.

"I can't," Chiara whispered. "If I go over there I'll hit him, I know I will."

Vegeta looked into Goku's direction before turning back to Chiara.

"Looks like it no longer matters, the clown's coming over here," Vegeta said softly.

Chiara squeezed her eyes shut, trying to find some semblance of control for her mother and brothers' sake before opening her dark eyes and finding herself face to chest with the man she so despised. She slowly looked up and locked eyes with him.

"Hey, sweetheart," Goku smiled. "How have you been?"

Chiara went to speak but something told her that if she did, she would add a long string of expletives and her mother would never let her hear the end of it.

"Son Chiara, talk to your father," ChiChi said. "You haven't seen him in seven years."

"And whose fault is that I wonder," Chiara said in a soft voice, glaring at her father.

"You know why I had to leave, Chi," Goku frowned. "I did it to keep you all safe."

Chiara's mouth opened but instead of an answer, or an insult, laughter came out of her mouth. But it wasn't joyful laughter, it wasn't inviting laughter, it was cold laughter, laced with sadness, perhaps even darkness. Vegeta and Piccolo studied Chiara carefully as her laughter faded.

"If I didn't know it would hurt my family, I would punch you right now," Chiara said, ignoring the shocked expressions on her mother and twin's faces. "As it is, I will wait until I encounter you in the tournament. If my Senpai doesn't beat you before then that is."

Chiara walked off, her fists clenched and her eyes cold. No one stopped her. Goku watched her go in amazement. He turned back to his friends and scratched his head.

"Her Senpai?" he questioned. "Who's her Senpai? Piccolo?"

Piccolo shook his head and Goku frowned.

"Then who?" Goku asked.

"It's me, fool," Vegeta snapped. "And you better pray you don't have to fight her."

Vegeta walked off in the same direction Chiara had gone in. Goku watched him go and then smiled.

"Well, I can see he did a good job training her, she's very strong," Goku said. "I hope I do get to face her."

Gohan sighed at this, his father didn't understand just how much Chiara hated him for leaving and not coming back. The registration desk opened shortly after and they all registered. Much to Trunks' annoyance and Goten's distress they had to take part in the Junior Tournament.