Author's Notes: I don't own DBZ, or any of the characters associated with the series! Just a GxV fan. This is a re-upload of a fanfic I did several years ago. I read over it a few times, and decided it's worth continuing. Enjoy!

Chapter One

It was the brightest shade of red he had ever seen. His eyes were fixated on the stain that graced the hem of his shirt. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his heat stricken cheek as he ran down the corridor of main building of Orange Star High. Unruly spiked hair seemed to stiffen as a figure blurred out into his field of vision. Short breaths indicated that he was out of breath, but he kept on dashing down the hall towards the figure hoping to evade it by travelling to the side. Unfortunately, he was side stepped. The figure he had intended to pass had put it's foot in the Demi-Saiya-jin's path. He crumpled to the ground, ending up flat on his back. The figure leaned down towards him, waving a hand in front of his pale face. It looked as if he were completely unconscious.

"So, who're you running from this time? You didn't get in another fight, did you?" The voice was familiar. It took a few seconds for his mind to register, to recognize the voice. After regaining his composure the boy sat up, clutching at the cut on his wrist. It wasn't deep enough to damage any arteries, but deep enough to cause an abundance of blood to seep out through his wound. The stinging did not cease as the open air passed over the gash. His eyes clenched shut, a hiss passed through his teeth as the Saiya-jin grimaced at the sight of his own blood; his own wounds. Unlike during the the Cell Games, wounds were of no concern to anyone. It was all a matter of staying alive. At Orange Star High, a simple drop of blood can send someone straight to the nurse.

"Oh! It wasn't a fight! I was just-- Uh .. I ran into someone and caught the edge of an open locker!" Gohan quickly staggered to his feet, his vision remaining hazy. He blinked a few times to regain his vision, but was unsuccessful in his endeavors. He saw a gloved hand come up to his forehead, finding himself almost tripping backwards as he was flicked upon his forehead. A sheepish grin danced along his lips, his hand grabbing the opposite wrist. He squeezed the cloth of his sleeve around the open wound, the cloth quickly started to soak up the blood. He was starting to feel dizzy again.

"I'll believe it when I see it happen, smart one. Come on. Let's get you bandaged up so you don't die of blood loss. You can't die on me now, anyways. We have a test tommorow, and you're the only one I can copy off of." This sent a chuckle through the Demi-Saiya-jin's throat, dark orbs scanning over the female in front of him curiously. The gloved hand; the stern, yet gentle voice. Of course, it could only be one person.

"I'm fine! Really, Videl!" His efforts to dodge her grappling his arm tightly failed miserably. After she had him in her clutches, she nearly dragged him to the nurse's office. The nurse nearly had a heart attack when she saw the damage on Gohan's wrist. Videl scolded the nurse, and crossed her arms in aggravation. She sighed headily, glancing out of the window to the fountain that was in front of the school. It was a nice view; she considered the nurse's office to be one of the nicest rooms of the entire school. There was a clutter of instruments on the counter, and on the swiveling chair; a horrid mess, but it was still a nice room. Videl wondered how the nurse could work when she was this organized.

The nurse prepared the cloth to wrap up Gohan's room by soaking it in alcohol, then spraying a small amount of adhesive on each end. Gohan turned his head towards the bandage, and sighed heavily when the nurse approached him to clean up the wound on his wrist with iodine. The sweat began to build once more, matting the hair of his brows when he realized what she had dipped the cotton swab with. Onyx eyes darted around in search for a way out, but he had no other choice but to suffer through the unimaginable pain of the iodine. The nurse firmly held the boy's wrist in place, almost letting out a giggle when she saw him panicking.

"This won't hurt one bit!" She joked, applying the iodine to the Demi-Saiyain's wrist.

The boy's childlish scream was heard all the way down the hall in his English class. Videl couldn't help but laugh at Gohan's misfortune.

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"That sure went well." Gohan's eyes rolled, settling on the puff of hair that was draped down his forehead. School had ended, and he was on his walk towards the front of the school where Bulma arrived to pick him up from school nearly every day. Unfortunately for him, he had forgotten to bring an extra shirt with him, so the stains of blood here obviously visible to the naked eye. Without realizing that his bandaged wound was visible, he climbed into the passenger's side of the car. The aqua haired woman noticed that he was trying to hide the wound on his wrist, taking a moment to start the car.

"Wanna talk about it?" Her voice sounded motherly, sending a wave of warmth through Gohan's core. He had always been close with Bulma. He thought of her as a second mother most of the time, when Chi-Chi was busy with Goten. The Demi-Saiya-jin always ran to her whenever a problem came along. His father was no longer there, and Goten was her biggest priority. She had given Gohan a large amount of independence, acknowleding the needs of her growing teenager. It was a nice feeling to have at first, when his father was around. Chi-Chi had finally realized that Gohan had grown up by the time the Cell Games were over. The title that Gohan had for all these years was finally passed on to his younger sibling. He was no longer the "baby" of the family.

"I'm accident prone. That's all." Gohan's eyes looked sharply out of the window. He was recieving glances from all of the students that passed by the car. Several of his classmates pointed at him with a chuckle as they crossed the window. A small snarl roared through the throat of the teenager, his eyes narrowed at the students glanced through the window to get a look at his blood soaked shirt. The glare he sent through the window sent shivers through the spines of his peers, causing them to edge on through the sidewalk.

"Let's go." Were the last words Bulma heard from Gohan as she revved the engine and pulled into traffic. Capsule Corporation was not far from Orange Star High; it was about a twenty minute round trip. In the front garden, the two youngins were playing in the yard to Bulma's surprise. The purple haired youngster scurried to the passenger's side of his mother's car, peering through the window. He backed away, looking a bit frightened.

"What's wrong with Gohan, mom?" Trunks dashed over to the other side of the car, peering over at the Demi-Saiya-jin behind his mother. Gohan's eyes were fixated on his bandaged wrist. The small boy could've sworn he saw a tear roll down the side of his idol's face. Trunks attempted to crawl inside to ask Gohan himself, but his parental unit grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and lifted him up playfully so they were eye to eye. Bulma gave a stern shake of her head to her son, and set him back down on his feet. Trunks took a moment to study his mother's look, and finally understood. He nodded vigorously and ran off in the other direction to resume his play with Goten. The aqua-haired genius leaned down to get a glimpse of the half Saiya-jin, who was silently crying. A frown tained her lips as she sat back down in the car, leaving the door open on her left side.

"What happened, Gohan?" Before she had any more time to console him, Gohan leaned his cheek against the older woman's shoulder. Bulma lifted her arm and wrapped it around the younger male's shoulder. This was the first time Bulma saw the boy shed a single tear since he was a child. An unbearable sight it was, it made the smarted woman on all of Earth want to shed her own tears.

As Gohan's tears were dabbed away from his face by Bulma's thumbs, there was a ear piercing shriek from inside of the house. It was upstairs, in the restroom. Apparently it was Goten's; the young boy had traveled up the staircase in the living room to go to the restroom on the second floor. Gohan bolted fron the car and into the house; he dashed up the staircase, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed to his younger brother.

"Goten! What's wrong!" Onyx hues stared at the fear stricken child as he looked onward to the interior of the restroom. The scene sent surges of pain throughout Gohan's body, his chest started to ache. Their mother was laying in a heap on the floor, an opened container of asprin in an open palm. Several pills were scattered over the tiled floor, obviously from the way she had collapsed. Gohan was quick, running down the stairs to the living room, looking for the telephone.

Bulma looked ill stricken when she arrived at the front door to see Gohan scrambling around, cluttering up the living room in search for the phone. A bad premonition flashing through her mind. Vegeta was on the other side of the room, watching the younger Demi-Saiya-jin ruffle through several of his martial arts magazines in search for the phone.

"What're you running around like a crazed animal for, brat! What are you looking for, any--" Vegeta was in a rage, obviously disliking the idea of having to clean up after Gohan. It was his job to keep the living room in top shape, according to Bulma. She was sure to make him clean up the mess as soon as Gohan would leave. Out of sympathy, usually.

"The phone, you idiot! Where is it!" Gohan barked at Vegeta as if he were giving him an order. Vegeta's fists clenched in anger as he held out the phone, which he hid behind his back moments earlier to see what the younger one was doing. Gohan's temper started to rise as he snatched the phone away from Vegeta's clutches, fumbling with the plastic object as it danced in the air before he finally got a hold of it. He turned it on and dialed the numbers hasilty, anxiously waiting for an answer.

"What's wrong with the brat.. " Vegeta's voice trailed off when the two young ones approached the blue haired genius and clinged to her waist.

"Mom-- " Trunks started, trying to hold back his tears. He was cut off my Goten, who was hysterical.

"My mom's not breathing! She's .. she's .. not breathing, Aunt Bulma!" Goten managed through his intense sobbing. Gohan dashed back up the stairs that led to the restroom and came back down, cradling the unconscious Chi Chi in his arms. His eyes stared down at the pale-faced woman, Bulma recognized those eyes. They were so full of hatred, full of frustration.

As the ambulance arrived at Capsule Corporation, the loudest scream was let out by the Demi-Saiya-jin. Gohan's eyes flared turquoise, then reverted back to their onyx shade several times as he let out his frustration and pain within his screams.

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"Gohan?" Videl had arrived at her front door when she heard the scream, it sounded familiar. She was sure it was Gohan's voice. But, how on Earth should she recognize it from a distance? She was all the way in Satan City, and Gohan was at Capsule Corporation.

Something was going on. She had to find out.

End Chapter One