Bulma found this rehab facility near her house, and told me about it. Kage, Papa, the baby and I all went to check it out.

Papa whistles when we get there. "This place is huge!"

It looked pretty nice; it was clean, there were areas for in patients and out patients, and there were lots of doctors everywhere.

"Hello," The receptionist says brightly. "What can I do for you gentlemen?" She sees the baby and is momentarily distracted. "Why hello! Aren't you precious?"

"Hi," I say, gaining her attention. "My name's Aizel, and this is my father, and my… friend… Kage. He's here to get help with a drug problem." I explain, not wanting to go into detail about our relationship.

She takes a look at Kage, and nods. She begins typing on the computer. "Alright, what is the dependent substance?"

"Cocaine, but more recently mostly alcohol." I answer.

"I've been clean for almost two weeks though." Kage says, as if this is impressive.

"Hm." The receptionist replies. She keeps talking to me. She sure knew how to handle an addict. "Okay I'm going to ask the two of you to come with me so we can conduct an interview."

I pass the baby to Papa, and he takes her to the waiting room to give her a bottle.

She takes Kage and I into the other room. "Alright, I need to ask some personal questions of the two of you." She takes out a stack of papers from inside the desk, and starts rattling them off. They are all yes or no questions. She gets to one in particular that I hesitate to answer.

"Has he ever become physically abusive when intoxicated?"

I bite my lower lip, and he shifts uncomfortable.

"Yes…" I say slowly. "But only once. Never again after that."

She jots something down. "Does it appear as though he should not be left alone with children, or minors?"

I contemplate this. "Um, I'm not sure."

He kicks my chair lightly in the leg. He obviously didn't like where this interview was going. "Can I answer some questions?" He asks.

"Not right now." She says, and finished off her questions. "Alright. That should be it. Now, I need you both to read these papers, and then sign here and here."

I read the paper to Kage aloud, and he listens silently.

It basically said he had to complete 3 months of inpatient detox, and then another two months of outpatient checkups twice a week.

"Three months?" He asks. "But I'm fine now! I don't need to be here for 3 months!"

The receptionist gives him a patient look. "Three months is about how long it takes for most drugs to work their way out of your system. It's to be sure that you are in complete control of yourself before you can move forwards in your life. I'm going to have a doctor take a look at you and take some blood work, and then we can check you in today."

"Today!" He cries, standing up. "I have to go now?"

I grab onto his arm. "Kage, this is what we agreed remember? When we got back, you had to go to rehab,"

"But I have a baby!" He cries. "I can't be in here for 3 months!"

"Please calm down, sir," The receptionist says. "You're making this more difficult than it needs to be. You may see your baby after your first week here at the hospital."

"Let me talk to him, ok?" I say to her, and go to his side. "Kage, listen," I say to him in my most soothing voice in the Common Speech. "This is going to be a good thing for us; trust me."

He shakes his head. "I can't just leave you and the baby for 3 months!"

"Three months will be over before you know it," I assure him. "We'll be fine. This is going to help everyone if you can get clean."

"But I am clean! I swear to you!"

I nod. "You've swore that before,"

"But this time I really mean it!" He begs. "I don't want to stay here, I'm going to go insane…."

I press my head against his forehead. I was getting so tall! Before I hardly came up to his shoulder. "You're going to be fine. I'll come and visit you every day, and I'll bring the baby."

He makes a frustrated sound at the back of his throat, and then sighs deeply. "Fine. I'll do it."

We sign the papers, and he gets checked in.

I return to the waiting room without him, feeling extremely guilty.

"You did the right thing, son," Papa tells me, handing me my baby. "This is going to be good for him."

I nod, but don't say anything.

"You have to do what was best for the baby." He assures me, and I nod again. And this was what was best for her. Wasn't it?

I thought about this on our way back home. Giving Kage some space was what was best. He needed to grow up a little bit before he could be a good father, I think. You can't be a good parent when half your attention is on your kid, and the other half is thinking about when your next hit was going to be.

I got kind of depressed after that. I took care of the baby, and learned a bunch of stuff and everything, but I missed Kage. I couldn't visit him at all the first week. It was a strict no friends or family rule. They said it was for the adjustment period, when the patient was the most hostile, so they get used to the environment.

"Hey Ai," Vienna says to me one day. "Are you going to go back to school?"

I take a moment to think about it. "I'm not sure…"

"Well, school starts in two weeks, so you better make a decision soon." She says, and leaves the room.

Once I am able to see Kage, I ask him what he thinks.

They were keeping him in a room that was supposed to look like a bedroom, but the windows had bars over them, and the door couldn't be opened from the inside without a special key. He could have easily gotten out if he wanted to though.

"Hey," I say once I see him, shifting the baby in my arms.

"Hello, love," He says and pulls me into a hungry kiss. "I've missed you so much…" He bends and kisses the baby on the head. "Still no name?" He asks.

I shake my head. "I can't think of one."

"Well, I was thinking the other day," He begins. "That we should name her after a god, since mine is the God of Death and yours is the God of War."

I nod. "That's a good idea. But there aren't any goddesses, are there?"

He shakes his head. "Not really… just a few, but they don't have really great names."

I nod, figuring as much.

We lay down on the bed with the baby. She falls asleep between us as we brainstorm.

His props up his head with his elbow as he tells me many different stories about the Saiyan gods. One is particular catches my attention. "The God of War had a son; Dufflin, the God of Fire. It is said that the mountains of Vegeta used to be lush with trees, and crops that could feed the whole planet. But one day, to spite his father, Dufflin set all the mountains ablaze. The fire was so massive, the Saiyans could not extinguish them, and so began to starve and die off from all the ash that was pouring off the mountains. Aizel become enraged, and commanded his army to capture his son and bring him before him. His son offered to extinguish the flames, only if Aizel agreed that whenever there was a war, there too would be fire in his honor. The two agreed, and Dufflin extinguished the mountains, but the first left them barren and full of molten rock."

"Volcanoes," I conclude, and he nods.

"From then on, whenever the Saiyans would win a victory during a war, they would set the area ablaze to honor Dufflin, so that they would not feel his wrath in the form of the eruption of the volcanoes."

I frown. "I like that story, but Dufflin is not really a name you give to a little girl…"

He nods in agreement. "I knew a few Saiyan girls with men's names because they were named after the gods."

"Yeah… but I think it should be a least a little feminine."

"We could call her Duffy," He suggests.

My face lights up. "Duffy! That's perfect!"

He cocks an eyebrow. "You like it?"

I nod. "It's perfect," I repeat.

He shrugs. "If you like it, then I like it."

I snuggle my face against my little Duffy. It was the perfect name, for the perfect baby.

I look up at him. "Oh, before I forget… School starts next week."

He cocks his head.

"Do you… think I should go?"

"Absolutely." He says without hesitation.

"Really?" I sit up a little bit. "You really think I should go?"

He nods. "I want you to. You have three years left, right?"

"Yes."

"Then yes. Go. Finish school. And after that, I want you to go to college."

I let my mouth fall open. "College! We can't afford college,"

"You let me worry about that. We can start saving now. But all I want you to worry about is finishing high school. Can you do that for me?"

I nod. "Yes, but whose going to take care of the baby?"

He shakes his head. "We'll figure something out. You only have this one opportunity to finish school Aizel, I don't want you to throw it away."

I nod. He wanted me to be smarter than he was; to be able to read and write more than my name. To make something more of myself. "I hate school though…"

He shakes his head. "You're going. That's final."

"You can't tell me what to do!" I say.

"I can, and I will." He says, setting his jaw. I knew he was right, but he didn't have to be so bossy!

"Alright, I'll go to school." I say, defeated.

"Damn right you will." He says, and then grins and ruffles my hair.

Sorry it took a while to get this up, I have been moving in this week so my stuff was all in boxes lol.

You know, R&R and such. I have the next five chapters written, so just sit back and enjoy the ride.