Thank you reviewers. I love you guys more than you know. Chi-Chi comes off as a bitch again in this chapter, but as before, it's her overprotectiveness. And after this is over, I'm taking a break from DBZ for a while. I'll still work on it on the side, but it won't be my major category. Just to let you know.

That night, I convinced Marron to let me take Kira home with me. She packed a little overnight bag, and we drove over to my parents' house. For the rest of my existence, I will never forget the look on my family's faces when I walked through the front door.

Gohan, Videl, and Pan were sitting at the kitchen table with Mom and Dad eating some sort of cake. When they saw Kira hiding behind my legs, each reaction was one for the record books. Gohan's jaw dropped, Videl sort of smiled, Pan grinned, Dad smiled, and Mom looked outraged. She didn't understand why we even had pictures of Kira in the house.

"Everyone," I said with a smile, "this is my daughter, Kira."

Kira smiled shyly from behind my leg, tugging on my jeans.

There was silence for a long moment. Finally, Dad stood up and smiled gently, before leaning down so he was eye-level with Kira. "Hi, Kira! My name is Goku, and I'm your grandpa. Do you want me to show you the house?" he asked softly.

Kira looked up at me as if to ask if it was okay. I nodded, and she took Dad's offered hand and he led her into the hallway, asking her questions like how old she was and what kind of things she liked to do.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Mom glared bullets at me. "Just what do you think you're doing, Goten? Bringing her over here! Does she even know what Marron did to you? To her?" she whispered fiercely.

Gohan put his hand on her arm. "Mom, calm down. Of course she doesn't know about that, she's only six years old, right Goten?"

"Yeah, she is. And Marron and I both decided that it would be a good idea for me to get involved in her life. So we figured that the best first step would be to have her spend the night with me. And if you don't want to get the chance to get to know your granddaughter, who is a wonderful, smart little girl, then we can find somewhere else to stay," I said firmly.

Gohan shot Videl a glance, who then shot one to Pan. And Pan looked at my mother.

"Well, of course you can stay here. I just-- I just don't want you to assume that she's your baby. Because you don't know that for sure," Mom muttered.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Mom, I can't keep having this conversation with you. It's not fair to me, or to Kira, for you to keep accusing this. Even Bulma says that Kira is exactly like me. She even looks like me, damn it! You never once doubted that Pan was Gohan's! What makes my situation any different?"

"Because Videl never slept with Trunks!" she hissed.

"You don't know that! No offense Videl, I love you. But Mom, you can't keep assuming that just because Marron happened to sleep with Trunks around the same time she got pregnant doesn't mean that Kira is his. Marron already could have been pregnant when she slept with Trunks. We don't know that. But we do know that Kira is my daughter. What do you want, a freakin' blood test?"

I didn't get an answer because Dad and Kira came waltzing into the kitchen, Kira nodding happily, her pigtails bouncing up and down against her shoulders.

I smiled at her and lifted up into my arms. "You didn't get to meet everyone else, baby. Here, that over there is your grandma Chi-Chi, and that's your Uncle Gohan, and Aunt Videl, and this is your cousin Pan. Pan is your mom's best friend."

Kira looked at me confusedly. "But I thought Trunks was my mommy's best friend."

"Ah, he is. But I am your mom's best best friend. There's a difference," Pan said with a smirk.

Gohan stood up. "Come on, Kira, let's go put your stuff in my old bedroom. You can stay in there. That is, unless you'd rather stay in your dad's room with him."

"Um, I want to stay with my daddy. Is that okay?" Kira asked, looking up at me.

"That's fine. Let's go upstairs and get your stuff together. What time do you have to go to bed?" I queried, walking up the stairs, Gohan behind me. It was a little sad that I was her father and I had no idea about her daily life.

"Well, when I go to school, Mommy makes me go to sleep at eight-thirty. But since it's summer, she doesn't really care."

I laughed. "You are such a liar! I know for a fact your mother cares. Maybe we'll just have to call her and figure it out!"

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After two hours of totally annihilating Pan and Kira at video games, Pan went home and I told Kira it was time for bed. Ruining the fun really made me feel very father-like. And I liked that feeling. It was a feeling of superiority and authority. But most of all, it was an amazing role. Just hearing Kira call me Daddy really make my heart break knowing that I had missed six years of this.

Kira was such a wonderful little girl. She was smart for her age, even if she only had a kindergarten education. And the fact that I had a part in creating something so beautiful and precious was such an indescribable feeling. I didn't know how I could love someone I had only really known for two days.

When I was saying goodnight to Kira, she looked up at me and tilted her head. "Why haven't I ever met you before? Did you know about me? Or did Mommy never tell you?"

Oh, gods. Why couldn't Marron have answered that question already? Why was I the one who had to tell Kira about our checkered past? About the hurtful things we had done to each other? We were her parents; we shouldn't have done things so awful to each other and ourselves. I took a deep breath in. "Kira, your mom and I did some things that we don't like to talk about. One day, though, I promise that we'll tell you exactly what happened. But I did know about you, yes, and your mom and I were married when she was pregnant with you. You're only six years old, and some of the things that happened are really hurtful, and I don't want you to go through something like that so young. Do you understand?"

"Daddy? Do you have any pictures of when you and Mommy got married?" Kira asked.

I smiled. "Actually, I do. Did your mother ever show you the wedding album? Oh, she couldn't have. I have it. Here, let me get it." I reached into one of the dresser drawers and pulled out the thick album. "Look, here's your mom in her dress, and here's your grandmother…"

We spent the next three hours reliving mine and Marron's wedding day.