A/N: this is the last chapter. I'd like to say thanks to a few people first.

Jen: Thank you so much, girl! Even though you are few days older then me…heh…heh…

Sara: there's nothing to say to you…j/k. you know the drill.

All my other fans I forgot: I hope you liked this!

Ok, I put up these two chapter in a row because frankly…I want to start a new fic and have my entire attention on it. See? So…yeah. But that's ok, right???…

"Gohan? Goten? Where are you two? This isn't funny!" Chichi exclaimed as she searched the dryer for her youngest son, Goten. Nope. She growled and put her hands on her hips. "You two better come out if you know what's good for you! I'm warning you! If you don't I'll…" She suddenly screamed as Goten ran up behind her and gave her a hug. "G-Goten, hunny, ug! Not so…hard!" Goten backed away and put a hand over his mouth.

"Sorry Mommy. I forgot." He smiled sweetly, and Chichi couldn't help forgetting her anger.

"That's alright. I get plenty of that with your father. Where is he, anyway?" Goten shrugged.

"I dunno. I think him and Gohan went to go spar. You want me to go get them?" Chichi gently ruffled her son's identical-to-his-father's hair.

"No, that's alright, I'll do it." Goten nodded and skipped off to go play with his newly acquired lizard. "Don't go to far, hunny!" Chichi yelled after her son.

"I won't!" She laughed at Goten's lightheartedness. He was so cute. Just like his father…

^ Goku! ^ Chichi mentally hissed. She could tell she had startled him.

^ Aw man, Chi, don't do that! Gohan got me good on that last hit. Yeah? ^

^ You and Gohan come home and eat. ^

^ Oh yummy! What ya making? ^ Chichi giggled.

^ You'll just have to come and see for yourself… ^ Goku had a pout to his thought.

^ Aw, come on! Ok, fine. I'll be right there. ^ A few seconds later, Goku showed up at the kitchen door.

"Hi Chi! I'm ready to eat!" Chichi raised an eyebrow.

"Where's Gohan?" Goku sucked in through his teeth.

"Uh oh, I'll go get him…" Chichi stopped him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hurry up please. The food will get cold." She planted a kiss on his chest.

"Ok! Hey Chi? Can I go spar with Vegeta after super?" Chichi looked up into his innocent and sparkling eyes.

"Well…"

"Please?" She sighed in defeat.

"Ok, but don't get hurt too bad, because I think I love you, mister…" Goku circled an arm around his mate's shoulders.

"Yeah, well, I love you too. Can I have just a taste before I get Gohan?"

~ * ~

"Mommy, that punching bag was dead a few hours ago. You don't have to kill it again." 18 laughed as her daughter watched her train with the punching bag.

"Yes, well, you have to make sure it's really dead. It could be just faking." Marron giggled.

"A punching bag doesn't pretend, Mommy. You're just lucky it doesn't hit you back."

"Why? It's more fun that way. Where's your father?" Marron shrugged and pulled on the edge of her sleeve. "Don't stretch out your shirt, dear." Marron sighed and stopped.

"Hi princess!" Marron squealed as Krillin scooped her up into his arms. "Hey, hun. Is today Tuesday already?"

"Why do you say that?" 18 asked, raising an eyebrow while kicking the bag with her left foot. It flew up and hit the ceiling.

"Because every Tuesday you beat the living crap out of that punching bag." 18 stopped and turned to her mate, her hands on her hips.

"Would you like me to beat the living crap out of you instead?" Marron giggled and squirmed. Krillin put her down and she ran over to the punching bag, pulling out a piece of the bag where 18 had ripped a hole in.

"Is this punching bag crap, Mommy?" 18 laughed and nodded.

"Yes, I suppose you could say that. Go punch your father for me." She ran over to Krillin and popped him in the arm. He gasped, clutched his 'injury' with his other arm, staggered around a bit, and fell to the ground. Marron giggled.

"That was from Mommy, Daddy." 18 raised an eyebrow at Krillin.

"Ah, the pain maneuver. Aren't you quite the actress." Krillin stood up and grinned.

"Ouch. You better watch it, Miss 18."

"Or what?"

"Or I might just do this…" Krillin flew forward and threw 18 on the soft floor. Marron giggled, yelled something, then jumped on her father's back. Krillin yelled and ran around in circles like he was trying to get the 'bug' on his back.

"Ah! 18 help! It's got me!" 18 laughed and joined in the fun.

"Don't hurt me too much," 18 whispered into Krillin's ear as Marron jumped on his back, "or I might not go easy on you. Oh, by the way, I love you."

"I figured." 18 snorted. "Yeah, I love you too."

~ * ~

"MMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Bulma sighed as she dried her hands on the towel. She had been working in the kitchen with a new invention, an instant vegetable liquefier, kinda like a blender, only not, but the peas she had in there decided to have mind of their own. Instead of staying in the container like they were supposed to, they leaked out the bottom and made a mess on the table. She shrugged. Chichi was the one for cooking.

"What is it, Trunks?" she called back flatly.

"Bra took my crown off my shelf and won't give it back! Bra! Stop it! No, don't chew on it!" A blue haired and giggling little Bra came running into the kitchen with a golden crown hanging out of her mouth, followed by an angry, red face, purple haired Trunks, his fist in the air. Bra ran behind her mother's legs, laughing and waving the crown around.

"Ha, ha. That's what you get for biting off my Ken doll's head, poopy butt!"

"Kids, knock it off. Really. Bra, give Trunks his crown back. You know how much it means to him."

"Yeah, well I liked Ken! Make him buy me a new one! He said it was ugly!" Bulma sighed and sat down in a chair at the table. Never a dull day…

"We'll settle this later."

"Hey Mom?" Trunks asked, putting his crown on his head, "who is that girl Dad was talking about last night? Wasn't her name Jenni?" Bulma sighed.

"Trunks, were you listening to us last night while you where supposed to be sleeping?" He swallowed deeply and put his hands in his pockets.

"Well, sorta. I heard you guys talking when I went to go get a drink. Sorry. But who is she?"

"Uh, she was your father's sister, she would be your aunt." Trunks gasped.

"What happened? What do you mean, 'would be'?" Bulma sighed again as Vegeta walked into the room. Her gaze never left his when she answered.

"She was killed." Vegeta had a look of pain flash across his face and he turned around and walked straight out of the room. Bulma sighed heavily and put her hands in her head. Bra gasped this time.

"What happened, Mommy?" Bulma shook her head and stood up.

"I will tell you later. You two, go play nice now." Trunks humphed and crossed his arms. Bra did the same. He was about to say something about Bra copying him, when he saw the look on his mother's face. They walked out of the room.

"Vegeta…wait a second." She quickly walked off after him into their room. She stepped in and quietly shut the door. Bulma went over to him and sat down next to him on the bed. He had his head in his hands. She leaned into his shoulder. "I know you miss her. I do too. But she wouldn't want us to hurt like this, and you know that. I know it hurts." He pulled her in on his lap and she sighed and rested her head on his chest as she snuggled into his embrace.

"What gives you comfort, woman?" Bulma ran a hand down Vegeta's arm.

"Two things. The first, the fact that Jenni loved me, and you, so much that she died for us. She did not die in vain, and she believed she lived her life to her fullest. She was content with what she had lived, and she wasn't afraid to give it all up for me. And two, you. I still have you, and family that loves me. I used to think nothing mattered, that I wasn't good enough for anyone or anything. But you came along and showed me that there is more to life then existence. And that letter that my parents left me, about finding my oyster. I have you to love me." Vegeta sighed, resting his chin on Bulma head. He stroked her cheek gently.

"Woman, I told you once that I would only say it one time…but I'll say it again. I love you. Don't you ever think other wise. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. If I lost you…" Bulma put a finger to his lips.

"Shh, you will never lose me. I will be with you always. You love me, and I love you and that is the greatest gift and comfort I could ever, ever have."