(You know what? I lied. I said that part 4 was the last part of chapter 3, well, I decided to add a little bit to it, this will be the last part to chapter 3. Oh yeah, this part is going to be smaller then the others too. It will still be somewhat long. Ok, bye for now)

Mamoru sat silent for about five minutes after Usagi and her father left. There were so many questions overwhelming his brain. He didn't know what to ask first. He couldn't really sense his father's feelings. All he knew was that he was breathing heavily. He could feel his eyes on him. He looked over. Their eyes met and locked. "Father, why didn't you ever tell me the truth? Why didn't you tell me that you were good friends with Usagi and her family?"

Piccolo sighed. He hoped that this day would never arrive. He had wanted to keep Mamoru a secret from everyone. "I have already told you why I never told you about your parents."

"No, you just said I would be crushed, which leads to curiosity. I want to know WHAT happened to my parents. I want to know who they were. I want to know why you kept me. Why you felt my power and no one else did." Mamoru had often wondered who his real parents were. He had often wondered why they would abandon him.

Piccolo growled. Although he didn't really care for the boy when he first found him, he had grown to love him over the years. He didn't want to tell him. He didn't want him to be sad and get depressed. But, if he didn't tell him, his son would hate him. "Look, when I found you, you were nearly strangled to death with your seatbelt. The car was hanging out of a tree on the side of a mountain. Your parents were on fire, burning to death. They were crying out. The last words of your mother were, 'Save my baby'. The fire then consumed her after these last words. You were crying out for help. You were crying for your mother to help you. You didn't know that she was already gone. I ripped your door open and pulled your seat belt away from your throat and the grabbed you out. You were badly injured with burns all over your body. You had a giant gash on you forehead. I was surprised to find that you were still alive. So I brought you to where I was living and put water all over your body to keep you skin from burning even more. That's when I felt it. Your power. To tell you the truth, I wasn't going to keep you at first. I was going to give you to one of my friends to take care of. But after I felt your power inside you, I decided to take you in, as my son, and care for you. And now, I wouldn't change that for the world. You fell asleep, and when you awoke, you didn't remember anything. You had amnesia."

Mamoru didn't know what to think. It was true that he had had amnesia. He knew that THAT was true. He didn't remember any of the activities that his father just explained to him. He could feel himself becoming sick just thinking about his two parents, burning to death. His father was right, he shouldn't have been told the truth. But he had to know.

"So in other words, you don't really care about me. You just wanted me to be able to have power, right?" Mamoru frowned at his father. He couldn't believe it. His life had been a lie.

"No, of course not. I…I…," Piccolo found it hard to say anything nice towards people. "I guess, I love you."

Mamoru's eyes widened when he heard those words come out of his father's mouth. Those words had never been spoken to him EVER in his life. There had always been words of encouragement, but never words of love. He smiled. "Thanks, dad. I love you too."

Mamoru felt somewhat strange. For the first time in his life, he felt a love towards something. For the first time, he actually felt loved. He started to realize why Usagi's father was so protective of her. 'He must really love her. Maybe I was wrong in what I did?' "Father, why didn't you tell me about Usagi?"

"I didn't want you to get involved with all those people. I didn't want you to get soft. But I guess that probably would have been better. Goku is right. I do need to control you a little better. But not really control in that sense. I think what I need to do is teach you something about fighting for the right reasons." Piccolo knew that he had lost his son. He could tell that he was dazed and confused. "When we were at the Budaki, she told me that you fight to hurt people, which is true. I taught you that way, but I know now that I shouldn't have. Mamoru, you should always keep in mind, that fighting isn't as serious as I make it seem. I mean, don't get me wrong, fighting is a very serious thing, but only when there is an immediate threat."

Mamoru seemed to understand a bit. "Oh, I see. So you want me to be like Usagi?" In his mind, that was just and absurd way of fighting. She fought with 'love'. "You don't get anywhere fighting like her. She fights for all the wrong reasons. She fights for fun."

Piccolo grabbed his head. "I see it's going to be hard for you to see this. I don't like this any better then you do, but I have learned, that if you want to get around in the world, you have to learn some virtues of love, which I have failed to teach you. I used to fight with hate. I used to fight just to hurt people. I didn't get very far, nor did I get very strong. I used to fight Usagi's dad, Goku. We fought for real. I wanted to take over the world, but every time, he would beat me because his heart was not in the fight for hate. He wanted to protect earth. That's what happened with you and Usagi. You fought for hate; she fought to protect herself and her reputation. She wanted to prove herself worthy. She fought with love and compassion. Don't think I didn't feel it. You could learn a lot from her."

Mamoru snorted. He didn't think he could learn much from her. "Fine, fine, I'll give it a try."

Piccolo wasn't sure that he would, but he couldn't argue. He would change over time. 'I can't believe I did this to him.'

~*~*~

One month later…

One month had passed since everyone found out that Piccolo was Mamoru's father. Gohan hadn't been too happy. In fact, he had a nice LONG talk with Piccolo, which nearly led to a fight. But Piccolo explained everything to him that he had explained to Mamoru. Piccolo was now trying his hardest to try and change his son's way of thinking, but was having a hard time. Mamoru just didn't want to listen. He was stuck in his own ways, but was making SOME progress. He could now actually admit that Usagi was stronger them him.

There had been no contact between Goku's family and Piccolo and Mamoru since Gohan had gone over to their house and nearly beat the hell out of them. The two families didn't really have anything to say to each other. Chi-Chi had been so outraged, that she forbade Usagi from ever talking to either of the two again.

"Usagi! Come out here! We have plans to make!" Chi-Chi had been trying for a week to get Usagi to help make plans for her birthday party that was to take place at Bulma and Vejita's in five days. Usagi always seemed to be busy with other things though. Like playing with her friends or sparring.

She didn't get a reply from her daughter. "Usagi, if you don't get out here now, there will be NO party. We don't even have invitations sent out yet."

"Coming mom!" Usagi dashed out of her room. She knew that her mother would cancel the party if she didn't. Her mother always put her foot down in situations like this. She ran into the kitchen where she saw her father rummaging through the refrigerator and her mother sitting at the table, frowning at her. "Sorry mom. I was brushing my hair." She sat down in the chair on the end of the table, just to the right of her mother.

Chi-Chi softly smiled. She was glad that her daughter wasn't a total tomboy. That she still had some girl in her. "That's ok sweetie. We just need to make some invitations out. Now, who do you want to invite?"

Usagi thought for a moment. She knew exactly who she wanted to invite, but didn't know if her mother would let her. "Everyone."

"Ok, that can be done." She began to write down the names of all the people that Usagi knew well enough to go to the party on a white paper that sat in front of her. "Goku, come here and tell me if I'm missing anybody."

Goku, who now sat at the opposite end of the table of Usagi with a pile of various foods in front of him, stood up and walked over to his wife. He took a bite of a sandwich and bent down to get a good look at the paper. "Let's see, you've got Minako, Rei, Ami, Makoto, Vejita, Bulma, Bra, Goten, Trunks, Gohan, Videl, Pan, Yamcha, Krillin, Marron, and 18. I think that's all of them."

"No. That's not all of them." Usagi watched her parents cock their heads to look at her. They looked at her with confusion. "What about Piccolo and Mamoru."

Chi-Chi's jaw nearly dropped. "What?! Those two are NOT coming to your party! In case you forgot, you are not allowed to see them anymore! Am I understood?!" Chi-Chi couldn't understand why Usagi would want them at her party. She had received more abuse from Mamoru then she did from anyone else.

Usagi frowned. "But it's MY party. I want them there." Usagi didn't care how much she would have to beg or whine. She WOULD have them at her party.

Goku, was a bit more understanding. He had to be. He always had to be the mediator between the two. They were always fighting with each other. It was as if they were siblings. He remembered Vejita telling him that he would have to get used to them fighting all the time. He said it was a female thing. That females never got along, especially if it was a mother and daughter fighting. The daughter always had to challenge the mother. "Please you guys. Don't do this now." Usagi and Chi-Chi stopped fighting and just glared at one another. He looked to his daughter. "Look, your mother is right. You shouldn't be around those two."

Usagi stopped glaring at her mother and turned to her father. She opened her mouth to protest. "But that's not fair. Like you always say daddy, people make mistakes all the time. Remember when I got in trouble at school? You gave me a chance. You didn't just decide to hate me because I made a mistake. I've made tons of mistakes before and you don't hate me."

"That's different Usagi. Your father and I love you because you are our child. We could never hate you. But, we can dislike someone for hurting you."

Usagi turned her attention to her mother. She didn't understand how it was any different. "It's not different. You have to give people a chance. They just made a mistake." She turned to her father. "Are you just going to throw away your friendship with Piccolo because of something that happened between me and Mamoru? Daddy, come on. Please. Just give them a chance. I know they're good."

Goku knew she was right. He had felt bad about not contacting Piccolo in the past month. He himself hadn't seen Piccolo since the night he found out that he was Mamoru's father. He just didn't know how he was going to convince his wife otherwise. "Chi-Chi, Usagi is right. We do need to give them another chance before we make any decisions. We could live to regret this." Usagi smiled. She knew she could get them to understand.

Chi-Chi sighed. It was two against one. She knew that they would make her let them come. "Fine, but, the first time that they try something, they are out. And you never see them again. You got that Usagi? I don't want you coming home full of blood again." Chi-Chi wrote down Piccolo and Mamoru's name on the paper.

Usagi jumped down off her chair and hugged her mother. "Thanks mom. You won't regret this." She pulled back and skipped off to her room.

Chi-Chi glared up at her husband. "I'm holding you personally responsible if something happens to her."

Goku walked back to his food. "Don't worry. Piccolo won't let anything bad happen."

~*~*~

Later that night…

Mamoru arrived home after dark from sparring with Haruka and Michiru. He didn't do too well. Ever since he found out what had really happened, why he was really under the care of his father, he had lost some of his fighting spirit. He walked up to the door, where there was a white envelope taped to the door. He pulled it off and read the front of it. It was addressed to him and his father. 'Since when do we get mail? We don't even really have an address.' He ripped the seal open, anxious to read what was inside. He pulled out the card that was in it. He opened it up and began reading it. "What the…Usagi is inviting us to her birthday party? But why? I thought she hated me."

He shrugged of his curiosity and walked into the house. He thew his bag on the floor by the door and ran to the kitchen to get something to eat. He was starving. He found his father in the dinning room. "Dad, this was on the door." He put the invitation on the table and walked across the room to the kitchen.

Piccolo slid the envelope closer to him with his hand and then opened it. "What is this?" He looked up to his son.

"Some invitation I think." He pulled out a frozen pizza for himself and set it on the counter.

Piccolo proceeded to pull the card out of the envelope and began to read it. "Yeah, it's an invitation." He read who it was from. "TO USAGI'S PARTY? What the hell are they trying to pull. I thought they hated us. If I go Gohan will probably get pissed off at me." Not only did he feel horrible that he hurt Usagi, but he felt worse knowing that his best friend was mad at him. He hurt too many people because of the secrets that he kept thinking that he was protecting them.

Mamoru poured himself a glass of soda. "Should we go?"

Piccolo put the envelope with the invitation back down on the table. "I don't know. Usagi obviously isn't mad at us. Goku must not be either. He would have insisted that we not go. But, I don't know how everyone else would feel. I'm going to have to think about this one."

Mamoru didn't really care if he went. He had done something thinking lately and came to realize that what he had done to Usagi was indeed wrong. He began to think of her as a human being, and not just someone that he could push around. He didn't dare tell Michiru and Haruka though. They still hated her. He still didn't care too much for her for the fact that he beat her. He would have to get strong so he could beat her. But the next time they fought wouldn't be for revenge. "Well, do as you wish father."

~*~*~

One week later… Doing a lot of time jumping here

Usagi arrived at Bulma's about a half-hour before her party started. Her mother bought her a baby blue dress for the occasion. It was a sleeveless dress that cut off at her knees. A belt that was part of the dress, came out from each side of the dress, and was tightly tied behind her into a neat little bow.

She walked into the kitchen, where Bulma and her mother were cooking something. She sat down at the table, then quickly got back up and walked over to Bulma and looked at what she was doing. She was cutting something. "What's that for?"

Bulma smiled down to Usagi. "Weren't you just in here about five minutes ago? And didn't you say that you were going to find Vejita?"

Usagi walked over to her mother. "I found him, then came back here." She looked at her mother as she frosted the cake. "What cha doin?"

"Usagi, please. I know you're excited, but calm down. I still have a lot of things that I have to do to get prepared. I have told this already today. Please, go bother your father and Vejita some more." Chi-Chi pushed her daughter away so she could have more room to work.

Usagi didn't really care that her mother didn't want her around. She was too happy to care. She scampered out of the kitchen and decided that she would go and bug Vejita and her father again. She ran into the living room, where she had found him before, and sat down next to him.

Vejita glared down at her. "What do you want kid?"

Usagi smiled up at him as she grabbed his arm. "I just want to be with you." She leaned her head into his arm. She knew that he really hated it when she did that.

Vejita looked up to Goku. "Kakkorotto, please take your kid off of my arm." He tugged on his arm, but with each tug, Usagi only responded by tightening her grip. "Get off. Go bug the women."

Goku laughed at Vejita. Usagi always had a way of making Vejita go nuts. "I don't know Vejita. I think she's really attached to you. I think you two should get married now." He rocked back and fourth in the rocking chair that he sat in.

Vejita glared up at Goku. He knew how girls react when they hear the word married. "You complete idiot! What's wrong with you?"

Usagi smiled even more wide. "I think you're right daddy. I think me and Vejita should get married. And what a day to do it. On my birthday." She let go of his arm and stood up on the sofa. "Let's go Vejita."

Vejita didn't stand up. He knew how to shut her up. "I don't think Bulma would be too happy if I married you."

Goku grinned. It was time for him to have some fun. "Oh, but Vejita, I was talking to Bulma this morning, and, well, she thought it was a wonderful idea. She said that she would love it if you got married to little Usagi."

Vejita stood up. "What are you doing kakkorotto? I am NOT marrying your daughter!"

Usagi jumped onto Vejita's back, making him nearly fall flat on his face. "Come on Vejita! Let's get married! Daddy can be the preacher guy! It'll be fun!" Usagi had her arms wrapped around Vejita's neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.

Vejita growled in anger. "Get off me! I'm not marrying you, brat!" He reached up to her arms and pulled them off of him. "If you don't want her to fall, I suggest you come and grab her Kakkorotto." He held Usagi's wrists in one hand. With his other, he pulled her legs away from his waist. He released her wrists and felt her slid down.

Before Usagi had a chance to react, she felt long slender fingers wrap around her ribs. She turned her head and smiled once she saw who it was. "Bra!"

Bra set Usagi down on the ground. "Hey Usagi. Happy birthday! How does it feel to be eight now?"

"Better then it did when I was seven. I feel older now." Usagi sat down on the ground and crossed her legs as she looked up to Vejita. "He won't marry me."

Bra looked at her father and giggled. "Dad, I think you should marry her. It is her birthday, after all."

Vejita frowned at his daughter. "Don't you start in to." He looked behind her. "Where's that good for nothing man of yours?"

"He didn't come because he was afraid that you would do something to him again. Remember last time he came over?"

Vejita snickered. "I didn't do that much to him."

"Dad, you set his hair on fire because he gave me a kiss on the check. I think that that qualifies as a lot." Bra walked around her father and sat down on the sofa. She looked up at Goku. "So, how have you guys been? Goten told me about Piccolo. Are you still mad at him?"

Goku leaned back in his chair as Usagi climbed up on his lap. "Well, yes and no. I'm still upset that he just let Usagi stay by herself after Mamoru beat her up, but I still understand why he did it. Usagi pointed out that people just make mistakes and that we should give them a chance. So we invited them to the party."

~*~*~

Two hours later…

Everyone sat, talking, in the living room. Usagi sat on the floor around the coffee table with Rei, Minako, Makoto, and Ami. They were busy looking at all of the new stuff that Usagi had received as gifts from everyone. There were boxes and twist ties all over the place. Usagi looked around the room at everyone and sighed. She was a little upset that Mamoru and Piccolo hadn't shown up. She was really hoping that they would have. She figured that they just hated her.

Bulma walked out of the kitchen. "Everybody, we are going to have cake and ice cream now. So come on into the kitchen so we can sing to Usagi." She watched Usagi bolted up and ran into the kitchen, followed by her friends. She noticed that Vejita still sat in his spot of the sofa and frowned. "Vejita! Get over here now!"

Vejita crossed his arms. "I'm not singing for anybody!"

"Fine then! I'll get Goku to tell Usagi that she should marry you again."

"How did you know about that?"

Bulma giggled. "I do have ears you know. I'm not totally deaf. Now come on."

Vejita growled as he stood up. He hated to sing at birthdays, and Bulma always made him. "Fine. Just don't get that stupid brat to annoy me again." 'Every single one of these girl's birthdays, that woman always makes me do something stupid.' He walked into the kitchen where Goku was lighting the candles. He leaned against the wall as he crossed his arms. "Hurry up already."

Goku pulled his hand away as soon as the candles were lit. "Ok. I'm done."

"Happy birthday to you, happy…" Usagi let her mind wander as everyone started singing to her. She had really wanted Piccolo and Mamoru to come. She wanted to prove to everyone that they weren't bad people. Although Mamoru had been mean to her, she knew that deep down he was a good guy. He just needed a chance to prove it. She looked up to the faces that surrounded her and scanned over each and every one of them. She stopped when she laid her eyes on someone new. He stared back at her. She smiled just as everyone finished the song. "Mamoru, Piccolo! You came!"

Everyone turned to look in the direction that Usagi was to see Piccolo and Mamoru. Piccolo smiled. "Yeah kid. We came because you wanted us to."

"I didn't think you would come."

"Hey, you gotta have more faith in us then that Odango."

Usagi frowned. She hated that name, but it was stuck in his mind and there wasn't anything she could do to change that. "Thanks guys."

Gohan looked at his sister and saw happiness in her eyes. He didn't object to Piccolo being there as long as Usagi wasn't upset. He had forgiven Piccolo for what he had done after he knew why Mamoru was the way he was. He still didn't care too much for Mamoru, but that's the price he had to pay to be Piccolo's friend. He put his hand on his shoulder. "We're glad you could make it Piccolo."

Piccolo looked over at Gohan. "Thanks. You truly are a great friend."

Mamoru walked over to Usagi. "I thought we had an agreement. You hate me, I hate you."

"Hate is bad. Love and friendship is good." She reached over and grabbed a fist full of cake. "Have some cake." She lifted her hand and smeared the cake in his face. She began to laugh. Everyone just stared at the two. They weren't sure if Mamoru was going to get mad and retaliate.

Mamoru grinned as he wiped some of the cake off his face. "You too Odango." He flung it onto her face and started to laugh too.

(K. Now this is the last part to chapter 3. This time I'm not lying. Ok, so what did you think? Good? Or bad? Please review and tell me. Thank you!)