Muchas gracias for the reviews. The rest of the story is told in Goten's POV, starting with this chapter right here. It's kinda like a prologue to the second part. Well, you'll see.

So, exactly what was Son Goten thinking as his wife told him she cheated on him with his best friend? Well this is what I'm here to tell you. Yes, there are two sides to the story, though mine and Marron's are very similar. Neither of us lied when we told it, the many times that we did. We just didn't know what the other was doing every second we were apart.

The second Marron told me what was going on with our child and our marriage, all I wanted to do was scream. There was no way that my Marron would do that to me. There was no way that that hurt I was feeling had been caused by her. And I spent a lot of my time in denial. I spent days in my room at my parents' house, just telling myself that everything was a dream. If only I were that lucky.

Okay, so maybe running away wasn't exactly the right thing to do. Maybe I should have stayed and tried to work things out with Marron. But I was scared. I didn't know what to do, how to feel. I thought I needed time to sort out my thoughts. But sitting at my parents' house all day, I drove myself crazy. I played our marriage over again in my head. I tried to think of what I had done to drive her to cheat on me. Sure, I wasn't as good-looking as Trunks, and I didn't have as much money, but I loved Marron in a way that I can't explain. More than he loved her, that's what I know.

And maybe not going to the hospital was the most asshole-ish thing I've ever done. I know that I should have gone to see my daughter be born. Now I don't have that memory of seeing her the moment she came into this world. And that makes me feel like the biggest loser in the world.

Bulma still kept in touch with me; the only member of the Briefs family that actually did. I was so thankful for her. She gave me pictures, videos, and told me stories of Kira. Once, when Kira wasn't even one yet, I went over there while Bulma was watching Kira. I spent about an hour with her. It was the best hour of my life.

I lost touch with Trunks after leaving Marron, and my parents didn't speak to Krillin or Juuhachigou. Somehow, my mother brainwashed Gohan into thinking that Pan shouldn't be hanging out with Marron anymore. And there is nothing anyone can do to convince my mother otherwise. So Pan was miserable. I was miserable. We sat on the couch together watching movies. Being miserable.

Sure, it would have been simple to just call Marron, and tell her how sorry I was for leaving her, and to tell her how in love with her I was. But I wasn't strong enough to do that. And I didn't know how Marron would react to me. I didn't know if she was mad at me, or hated me, or never wanted to see me again.

I was scared. For the first time in a long time, I was scared. Because I knew a life without Marron wasn't a life I wanted to live. And knowing that my daughter would never know who I was something I didn't want to live with.

I had pictures of Kira everywhere. There was one on the mantle in the living room. There was one on the picture wall in the hallway. Another on my nightstand. And there was the one in my wallet that I loved to show off to strangers. I had a Kira video collection, and I could probably write a book on everything she's ever done. I loved her more than I had ever loved someone who I had only met three times.

One time, when I was grocery shopping with Pan, she saw Marron and Kira. She wanted to go over and say hi, but I didn't think I could handle it. So she went ahead, and pretended like I wasn't there. But I watched and listened. Marron told Pan about the birthday card I had sent her. Yeah, I asked her to marry me. Yeah, she was with Trunks. So that wasn't the smartest thing I did. I acted on impulse. I never said it was the right thing.

People ask me what kind of person Marron really is. She's not a horrible person, really. Everyone makes a mistake. One that they'll do anything to change. And Marron made that mistake. Mine was not going back to my family when I had the chance.

I thought about what kind of fiancé I had been. Was I bad one? I thought Marron and I had a very sturdy relationship. We could tell each other anything and everything, and aside from being madly in love, we were good friends. Which is the basis for any good relationship. Had I done something to make her hate me? Was I just not good enough for her?

So maybe I wasn't good enough for her. But, hey, was anyone really good enough for Marron? I sure didn't think so.

The true story with our marriage is that neither of us wanted to hurt the other. So we made up all sorts of excuses for our behavior in order to avoid it. But we didn't realize that making excuses would just end up hurting both of us more.

And I think that it would have hurt less if it wasn't Trunks. There was just so much shit with Trunks; it was our friendship that almost kept Marron and I apart. Not that it still wouldn't have hurt if it were some random stranger off the street, but at least I wouldn't have had to live knowing my best friend had put his hands all over my wife like that.

Ugh. It grosses me out just thinking about it.

And now I wake up every morning with the knowledge that I failed at being a husband and a father. This is my story.