Hey all! It's LongLoreLover coming out with yet ANOTHER story. I really need to turn my brain off lol. This is set in an alternate AU of the Android Saga, with someone, not Goku, sick with the heart virus. You'll know who in the first sentence. Enjoy!

Goku:"Umm Vegeta, am I owned by anyone?"

Vegeta: Of course not you blithering Idiot!=oWhere is your Saiyan Pride?!

Goku: But if you're wrong, then that poor soul who is writing about us will be sued

*Vegeta grabs me* Vegeta: Eh! You ever sued, and I'll have a word with those people. Okay?

*I just nod*

Gohan yelled, tearing at the white, cotton cover that covered him as if it was a wild beast, trying to tear the flesh from his neck. Chi Chi sobbed, tears streaking her face as she watched her only son scream in agony. She was frozen, unable to leave, too scared to get any closer. Although not nearly as powerful as his father, Gohan still possessed the strength to send Chi Chi into walls. She had enough welts and bruises on her to prove that her baby was a Saiyan, just like his father.

"My baby, oh my baby..." she cried, shoulders heaving up and down. Krillin was in no better shape, his bald head slick with sweat from anxiety. Trunks and Vegeta had gone out to stall the Androids, but after the shocks accompanied in Mickey Town with the Androids, and the encounter of Cell, he feared if Super Saiyan would cut it anymore. Goku and Vegeta narrowly defeated Frieza together, and though Goku has grown much stronger, and now has two other Super Saiyans to back him, something just felt wrong. The Androids had lost at Mickey Town, but Trunks had said they were weakened by the time travel. If they became too powerful...And Goku...well Goku was just as ineffective as Gohan now.

Gohan yelling ripped Krillin from his thoughts. The boy must have possessed some hidden anger, shaking his head and ripping some of the cover as he tugged and rolled over. His left hand was clutched, almost ripping the skin over his heart, which had blue veins segging out from it in all directions. He stopped screaming for a short interval, and just breathed heavily, gulping in air that rose his chest two or three inches. His mouth was open, his nose clogged by the mucus that tried to trap the virus.

"Now Krillin, while he's a little less agitated." Chi Chi urged, and handed Krillin a blue tablet. He took it with quivering hands, suffering never boded well for him, and kneeled near Gohan. The shape Gohan was in perplexed him for moments. The boy had lost pounds on his face, faintly underlying his cheek bones, nose, and eye-ridges. His face was a faint apricot, but diluted pink was around the edges. Gohan's eyes were closed, but you could see the Rapid-Eye-Movement behind the lids.

Wasting no more time, Krillin gently laid the pill in Gohan's mouth. "Come on man. Chew..." ChiChi handed Krillin a cup of water, which the monk took gratefully, and drank it in one gulp.

"KRILLIN! THAT WAS FOR MY SON YOU MONSTER!" ChiChi smacked him in the back of his head with her hand, sending him flying over Gohan. He groaned, and didn't drink the water that ChiChi ran and poured this time. Instead, he eased the cup into the corner of the boy's mouth, the water trickling in. Gohan seemed to not swallow, but his throat then started to contract.

He was drinking! "Oh Thank heavens..." ChiChi murmured. Krillin rubbed his forehead, and came away with tablespoons of sweat. He wasn't surprised though, it was a summer day, and the atmosphere was more than enough to make anyone or thing perspire.

Except Androids.

Krillin hoped Trunks and Vegeta, but more Trunks, would be okay. Gohan screamed with some hidden pain, and threw up the water. He rolled over, his whole frame shuddering as he groaned, and his mother and best friend could do nothing, but watch.

Goku held his head between his hands, wanting so badly to blot out the sounds of his son's agony upstairs, but he forced himself to listen. "Behold Goku. This is what you have brought on your son." he imagined Vegeta saying. "Goku, Goku are you even listening to me?!" Bulma demanded. Baby Trunks was asleep on her lap, but her fierce gaze was wide-awake. Goku stood. "No Bulma, I wasn't listening. My son is..is..-" He simply held his head and breathed in a shuddered breath. This hurt more than someone hurting his boy, Gohan would and always has been able to take physical pain. But this relied on something that Goku nor Piccolo could never train. This was a disease that Goku had been told killed him in another timeline.

"If I could, I'd take Gohan's place..." he muttered. Numerous things played through him. "It SHOULD'VE BEEN ME..." he thought. A hand came out of the shadows and laid his hand on Goku's shoulder. "Yes Goku, perhaps it should've been you. But you heard what Trunks said, not even a Super Saiyan could stop this thing. You and Vegeta, stopped by something that we can't even see! And now you sit here, wishing for things that won't change! You had a chance to check on Gohan, but you just ignored it!" Piccolo was yelling by this point, driven to confront one of his best friends, because Gohan was also his son, even if not biologically.

Three months earlier, Goku was checking on how Gohan was progressing in his training. He stopped a punch from his son with a downward block, and hit his chest, sending him backwards into some boulders. Piccolo just watched, and raised an eyebrow when Goku didn't even have to grab Gohan's hand to stop it, he simply swatted it away, and pushed Gohan. But Gohan screamed as if he was punched full-force. Piccolo was going to say something, but Goku noted on it. "Gohan, what's wrong? Don't tell me you're getting older faster than your old man?" He giggle-snorted. Gohan didn't come out of the boulders until a minute later, and he was heaving, arms handing at his sides while he was hunched over. "I just am tired Dad."

Goku nodded, and talked to ChiChi, but when the doctor found nothing, they forgot about it, going about saving the world.

Now, Goku was standing, face inches from Piccolo. "What do you want from me Piccolo?!"

"I want you to be a father! You sit here moping and crying when you should be on the frontlines with Trunks and Vegeta! You heard Trunks, Cell has the true cure for Gohan inside him, for he tampered with the pills Trunks gave us so they only slow Gohan's degeneration."

"And why wouldn't Cell just let my son die outright? There is no explanation. Cell is lying and you'd be a fool to think otherwise Piccolo!" Goku retorted, eyes red with fury and tears.

Piccolo's cape swished quickly, slicing the air. "YOU. DON'T. KNOW. THAT! And instead of going for any chance that your son has, you sit here, 'protecting' him from a threat that you know won't make it here. The Androids may be not as strong as you individually, but together, and in your condition, distraught and emotionally distracted, you are nothing. And they are not even charged to their maximum with solar power and the life energy of others.. Together they will overwhelm us, even if Trunks and or Vegeta made it back in time, and we would be crushed. It doesn't matter what we do, so we should use this time to help Gohan, not sit around and talk-"

"PICCOLO, THIS explains all my actions in five words! Can you count that high you idiot?!"

"What are they?" Piccolo demanded with venom. His hands were curled into fists.

"YOU. ARE. NOT. GOHAN'S. FATHER! You do not get to tell me what to do with my own son! If you want to be so high and mighty, then get your own self out there looking for a cure, since only one of us seem dead set on keeping him alive until a REAL cure presents itself!" Goku turned and collapsed back into the chair he was sitting in. Piccolo stared at him, stunned. In all his time with the kind Saiyan, which was an oxymoron in its own right, he never expected Goku to pull that card. But this wasn't Goku. This was a man who was being driven crazy by the fact that a disease passed through his blood-line had skipped him, and was now killing his son. Piccolo gasped, and then looked at Goku, who had his face in his hands. It was hard to see if he was crying, but Piccolo didn't care. He walked out the room without another word to Goku, but he did say to Bulma, "I'm going out to find a cure. If Gohan...doesn't make, let me know. Please?"

Bulma nodded wearily, understanding. "Yeah, but since you still haven't learned to work a phone yet, take this." She handed him a card. It had blue lines intersecting all throughout it. Piccolo raised an eyebrow. "That's a photo and telecommunications card, or a PAC. Just breathe on it, and whisper the name of who you want to talk to. It'll automatically display them, or tell you if their card is not with them, in which it'll redirect you automatically to me. I'll always be here."Bulma explained

Piccolo nodded with appreciation. "How did you make this?"

Bulma smiled. "Well my future son is actually quite the brainiac. He made these and distributed them to rebels who were opposing the Androids, which he had to look to after Gohan..." she stopped, realizing the spot she'd come to. Piccolo noticed it too, and nodded his understanding. No matter the era or place, Gohan was always dead, dying, or in danger.

He left before he said something irreparable. Gohan's screams tore his heart apart, but Piccolo forced himself to listen, as he knew Goku's tortured conscious would force him to do too. But he didn't look at the boy, it would fill his mind, and he would need every skill if he was going to survive.

Taking out his PAC, he breathed, "Trunks." The card lit up, and Trunk's hair was being blown into his left eye, but the right one was still visible. "What's wrong Piccolo?" he asked in his serious voice. "I need you to meet me back at the house. I have to do something, and I could use some back-up."

"Why not Goku? He's much stronger than me..." Piccolo noted that a hint of awe was in the young adult's voice. He internally cringed.

"Goku...and I are disagreeing about how to take care of Gohan. He's content to wait for the Androids to come after his son, as if he thinks he can take them in the state he's in, but I have a different plan of attack. You said that Cell tampered with the cure Bulma in your time gave you."

"It has to be it, unless..."Trunk's voice trailed off.

"Unless what Trunks?" Piccolo asked. Trunks opened his mouth to answer when a blast stuck him and filled up the screen. Suddenly the sky cleared into its blue brilliance, but it was falling too fast! "Trunks!" Piccolo roared.

The shaking stopped, and Piccolo heard Trunks say, "It's Cell, he's attacking Vegeta! He's much stron- AHHH! South Land, near Old West Farm!" Trunks dropped the card to free his hand, and Piccolo saw a flash of yellow light. Tucking his PAC under his hat, he took off, flying through the air like a bullet, cape flapping like a shroud in the wind. Piccolo urged himself to go faster than ever before, for every second was a second Gohan didn't have. Although current events weren't happy, Piccolo smiled. He could now kill two birds with one stone.

1. Saving Trunks and Vegeta

2. Ripping Cell's knowledge out of him, one "0" at a time...

Hope you all liked it. Please review! Thanks and LongLiveDBZ/GT