This is a turning point in this story. Read it and you'll see why.

Three years went by. Three years that I stayed with Trunks when my mind told me not to. Three years where he told me he loved me and I just smiled. Because I was in love with Goten.

After seeing the card, I knew how he felt. He felt the same way I did. The same way I did everyday for four years that we had been apart. The same way I did every morning when I woke up and again every night before I went to sleep.

But I knew that I had to put Trunks' feelings into consideration. I mean, I couldn't just kick him to the curb like I did the last time I dated him. It wasn't like we were living together or had even slept together, but he was my best friend, and I couldn't do that to him.

Kira, my little Kira, was almost six years old the day I decided that I needed to break up with Trunks. I dropped her off at my parents and drove over to Trunks' apartment in Gingertown. My heart was practically jumping out of my chest as his building came into view.

Very carefully, I got out of the car and used my key to get in silently. What the hell are you doing, creeping around like some sort of freakin' cat burglar? I asked myself stupidly. Then I shook my head. "Trunks? Are you here?" I called out.

I heard something in the kitchen. "Just a second babe, I'm making some lunch. Do you want anything?"

Food would have made me nauseous, so I just sat down on one of the couches. "No, I um, just ate a little while ago," I lied quickly.

I waited for a few minutes before he emerged from the kitchen, a big plate of sandwiches in his hands, clad in only a pair of sweatpants. "What's up babe?" he asked with a mouthful of food. He leaned down to kiss me, but I pushed him away.

"Not with food in your mouth, please." My smile faded and I took a deep breath. "We have to talk."

"Uh-oh. I know that tone. That's you whatever-I-say-next-is-going-to-be-bad tone," he said, somewhat alarmed.

I pretended to ignore him. "Trunks. We've been together for a long time now. Almost four years. And I know that you're in love with me, but I'm not in love with you. You are my best friend, and I wouldn't trade you for anything in this universe. But ever since Goten gave me that birthday card, I've just been thinking how he feels the same way that I do, and---"

"Marron, that was three years ago! If you felt that way, why didn't you say something then?" he asked, and I could see how incredulous his face looked.

And I didn't blame him for being shocked. It was stupid to hold everything in for three years. That wasn't fair to Trunks; stringing him along like some sort of puppet. Hurting him then would have been easier than hurting him when I had no idea what exactly I was doing.

"I don't know. I guess I thought because you were so happy, and because Kira was happy. And all that I wanted was for Kira to be happy. But now I realize maybe her happiness isn't the only one I should put into consideration. And I don't want to hurt you either, and I don't know what to do!" I almost yelled. I was so frustrated, sitting there, trying to figure out what I wanted. I took a deep breath. "I want to be with Goten. I want Kira to be with her father. I want to be a family. I'm in love with Goten."

Trunks was silent as he sat on the coffee table, his jaw clenched and his gaze turned toward the window. "I understand," he said tonelessly. "You have to think of what's best for you and Kira."

I reached my hand out and placed it gently on his shoulder. "This doesn't mean that you aren't still the closest thing to a brother I've ever had. This doesn't mean that I still don't hold your opinion higher than anyone else's. And this definitely doesn't mean that you aren't still my best friend in the world," I said softly.

Without a word, he stood up and pulled me with him. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around me and held me close. "So we're breaking up again?"

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just tell me that at one time, you were in love with me."
I nudged my face into his chest. "Of course I was. I was so in love with you."

I felt a soft kiss on my head. "Good."

~

For almost two months, I had thought that I had done the wrong thing. With Trunks I had comfort, support, and a place to turn to. Sure, that was what a best friend was for. But it always helped when someone wiped all your insecurities away with the most romantic kiss.

But I only regretted my decision until one day in June, after Kira had turned six.

"Come on Kira, put your shoes on. We have to go buy Grandpa a Father's Day Present," I called from the kitchen.

"I can't find my shoes, Mommy. I think my sneakers are at Bulma's!" came the exasperated reply.

I rolled my eyes and smiled at the likeness of her father. "Kira, baby doll, I have your shoes in the kitchen right here with me. Now hurry up and get in here! Father's Day is tomorrow, and I still haven't gotten a present." I closed the tube of mascara in my hand. Yes, I bet you are all screaming What the hell is Marron doing putting on mascara in the kitchen??? Well, the lighting is better in there.

My little Kira pranced into the kitchen at that exact moment and sat on the floor with her shoes. Two dazzling black pigtails hang from her head as her bright blue eyes looked up at me. "Mommy, can we go visit Bra in her new house today? Yesterday when you were at work, and I was at Bulma's, Bra took me there and told me that I could come back whenever I wanted."

I stood up and grabbed my purse. "Maybe later. I'm not sure exactly how long shopping is going to take."

We finally made it to the car; the new land car Bulma had bought me for my birthday. As soon as we had only gotten down the street, Kira looked at me with her Goten face.

"Mommy, what's Father's Day?"

Oh shit. Breathe Mar; you knew this day was going to come sooner or later. I just hoped it would come later. "Father's Day is a day where everyone celebrates their fathers. They buy them presents, or make them breakfast, or do nice things for them," I said as carefully as possible.

"Oh." She was silent, and I thought that I had been spared the next inevitable question. Unfortunately, I wasn't that lucky. "Do I have a father?"

"Of course you do. Everyone has a father."

"Where's mine?"

I had to pull over the car. Tears were beginning to block my view of the road.

And I knew at that moment, that every decision in my life I had ever made had been wrong.

THE END

No! It's not the end, don't worry! This chapter is the end of Marron's part, and the next part is done in Goten's POV. So don't stop reading. Please?