Gohan, Sakura, Vegeta, Piccolo and Keiichi all landed at Capsule Corp. around half an hour later, and rushed straight towards a balcony where they could see Bulma and Trunks sitting from outside the large house.

As soon as they arrived on the balcony, Bulma turned around and looked at them, her nose wrinkled.  "Ugh!", she cried as she turned and looked at them.  "What is that smell?", then, she noticed Vegeta, whose arms and face were shiny with sweat.  Bulma shook her head.  "Vegeta!", she jokingly half shouted, her brow furrowed, and looking at Vegeta with a penetrating and quite frightening stare that she knew always made Vegeta do whatever she told him.  "That is disgusting.  Shower!  Now!".

"Fine!"  Vegeta said, rolling his eyes and walking into the house.  Bulma watched him walk in, before turning back to the rest of the group.

"Oh, I don't know.", she told them as soon as he was out of sight.  "I give it twenty minutes before he yells for a towel - he always forgets.  Who's the kid?"  She had suddenly noticed Keiichi, who was wandering around by the edge of the balcony.

"Oh," Gohan started to explain, "This is "

"KEIICHI!"  Everybody spun around to see Piccolo hanging of the balcony, hanging on by his feet.  He emerged, Keiichi held firmly in the grasp of one of his hands.  He rested Keiichi of his hip again and stated to lecture him mercilessly.  "What the heck do you think you're doing?", he said, his eyes wide and a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face.  "You could have killed yourself.  Half an hour old, and you haven't twigged on yet that if you walk off the side of a balcony, you don't come out too healthy.  I should consider health and safety lessons for you!"

Keiichi looked down at his hands, and then up at Piccolo.  "Sorry Daddy!", he whispered, nearly crying.  Piccolo smiled, and put Keiichi on his knee as he sat down.

"Where did you get this 'daddy' thing from?", he asked Keiichi, a puzzled look on his face.  "I've never heard a Namek call his parent 'daddy'."  Keiichi shrugged his shoulders and smiled up at Piccolo.

"I dunno."  He said, twiddling his thumbs and looking up at Piccolo innocently.  "Just say it.  Why?"

Piccolo shook his head.  "No reason.  Just curious, that's all."

Bulma looked at Gohan questioningly and nodded towards Piccolo and Keiichi.  "What's with them two?", she asked him, still looking quite confused.  Gohan went to answer her, but there was a sudden yell from inside the house.

"Hey, servant girl!".  It was Vegeta calling Bulma.  "Will you bring me a towel?"

Bulma sighed and stood up.  "OK Vegeta," she shouted as she walked into the house.  "I have three points.  First, will you stop calling me 'servant girl'?  You've been calling me that for years now, and to be honest, it's annoying.  My name is Bulma and you know it.  Second, can't you ever remember your own towel, you know where they are kept, and third, you'll find that please works wonders you know!"  A distant shout of "Please!" could be heard from inside the house from Vegeta.

While all this went on, Gohan and Sakura sat talking about their families.  "My mother and father were both Saiya-jins."  Sakura told Gohan while she ate her way through several bars of chocolate.  "They were away from the Saiya-jin home planet when it was destroyed, and so they settled somewhere else.  When I was little, Furiza found out where we were and decided we would make good additions to his collection of Saiya-jin warriors - especially me."

Gohan looked at her, an expression of pity and warmth on his face.  "I know kind of how you feel.  He told her gently, looking down at his hands.  "Dad died to save the world, and then he didn't even want to come back.  For a little while afterwards, I felt like he didn't want to come back to me.  I felt kind of hurt."

"Who was your dad?"  Sakura asked him, suddenly thinking of how familiar Goten looked, and wondering if hearing his father's name would remind her of who he looked like.

"His name was Goku."  Gohan replied, taking a bar of chocolate from the pile and swallowing it in one gulp.  "Well, that was his Earth name, his Saiya-jin name - the one he was given by his Saiya-jin parents when he was born - was Kakarot."

Sakura fell off her chair and looked up at Gohan from the balcony floor, a look of horror on her face.  "Kakarot?", she gasped, staring at Gohan, her eyes shining on the verge of tears.  Gohan nodded.  She stood up and opened her locket.  "Is this your father?", she asked, showing Gohan the photograph of her uncle that her father had given her.

"Yeah," Gohan said, staring at the photograph for a moment, and then back up at Sakura.  "Why?  Where did you get this?"

Sakura looked at him for a moment, and then she stared at the floor, a single tear rolling down her cheek.  "My father gave it to me when we escaped.  Kakarot was his brother - my uncle."  Gohan gaped at her, stunned.