For the next two months, Gohan came back. He would leave in the morning and do what ever it was he did and as the sun began to set, he would return. A few times he would have bags of groceries in his arms to restock their supplies. Surprisingly, he ate a lot, something the dark-haired girl had yet to get use to.

Videl wouldn't have said it out loud, but she always felt relieved to see him open the door when he came back. Throughout the day, she felt isolated, completely and utterly alone. She had no idea why she was in this town—other than Gohan bringing her here—much less knew anyone in the area. She was becoming dependent on this one guy and even she had to admit that it was depressing.

But then, it wasn't everyday one lost their memory.

At least she had a place to stay at though. She was incredibly lucky that Gohan or this friend of his hadn't kicked her out by now. Though she did have to wonder about this friend. Was it a boy or girl? What were they like? Were they nice?

And where did they get their sense of dress? Currently, the girl was wearing a pair of shorts and a low cut shirt. She didn't mind the shorts since they fit her nicely, but the shirt for some reason bothered her. It was a bit too form-fitting for her tastes and the top part was a bit loose on her chest. The same could be said about the undergarments too. If Gohan's friend was a woman, she was slightly bigger than her in the chest department.

Hmm, maybe she needed to go into town and find some clothes that fit her better.

But there inlaid a problem. She didn't have any money to purchase any. That thought had surprised her since why would she ever think of such a thing? That had caused her to go around the house, looking at various furniture and trying to give names to them. After awhile, she discovered that she knew what chairs and tables were, what purpose each room served, customs that people performed, such as brushing one's teeth, even figuring out how to make herself some food for lunch. Basic concepts like those would just come to her when she focused on them, which helped ease her discomfort of not knowing anything.

However, she still held blanks to other subjects. Did she have any parents and if so, were they alive somewhere? How about friends? Where did she live before losing her memory? Did she have a job? What was her childhood like? These sorts of questions usually went unfulfilled, which caused much frustration for the girl.

For the time being though, she was giving that sort of thinking a rest. Gohan should be returning any minute now and she was bubbling with anticipation. For everything he had done for her, she wanted to pay him back in some form or fashion. The young man didn't seem to have many interests, making it hard to figure out what kind of gift she could get him. About the only thing he seemed to enjoy, that she noticed, was eating. So she had decided to make him dinner and couldn't wait to see his reaction when he saw all that she had done. It wasn't the best food around, she thought, but it was one of the things she had plenty of practice with over her time here. For the whole day, she labored in the kitchen. It was one thing when she was only making herself lunch, but to make enough food not only for her, but for the young man's appetite, Videl found that her task had taken longer than it should have, though she had expected that.

Looking at the clock, she found the hands to be nearing the time he usually arrived, which served to heighten her eagerness.

As time passed by, she found herself making excuses for why he wasn't there. Perhaps he was running an errand. Maybe he was picking up more food for her and the line at the store was longer than usual. He could have been helping out a friend of his. As the sun set beyond the horizon and the room darkened, Videl couldn't help the disappointment she felt as the food on the kitchen table went cold. She fell asleep in the sitting room, wondering where that man was and how bad she was going to kick his ass when he did show up.

It was to the sound of the door locks opening that caused Videl to wake up. There were only two people she knew that had access to this house, one being her and the other being Gohan. The thought that the owner of the place was visiting didn't even cross her mind as she sat up and walked to the kitchen doorway. The young man always used the back door and she was ready to lay into him. Standing in the doorway, she watched as the door swung open to reveal the man she'd been waiting for.

When Gohan limped into the room, thoroughly soaked in blood and one of his arms hanging limply at his side, Videl couldn't help but gasp in shock. Her anger drained out of her as it was replaced by concern. Immediately, she was at his side, helping him stay on his feet and leading him into the sitting room. Laying him on one of the couches, she went back into the kitchen and found the first aid kit and several towels. She hurried back to the young man and began wiping the blood off his face, only to find the blood sticking to the towel. Frustrated, she rushed back into the kitchen and found a large bowl, filling it with water.

Returning, she placed her first towel into the bowl, letting it soak for a moment as the blood on it flowed into the water. Then she picked the towel up and began cleaning Gohan again, this time finding better success. Once his face seemed clean to her, she moved onto the rest of his body, cleaning away as much blood as she could.

A ragged chuckle left Gohan's lips. "Bulma…isn't gonna like me…getting blood on her couch."

Videl frowned. "She can get a new one for all I care." Finding that his clothes were starting to get in her way, she put her hands beneath his shoulders and tried to raise him up. "Sit up," she ordered.

And like a good soldier, he sat up. Grabbing his shirt at his waist, she pulled it out of his pants and then raised it above his head. Well tried to anyway; Gohan didn't seem like he was willing to raise either of his arms to help. "Gohan, you're gonna have to help me here. I need to take your shirt off."

A labored sigh came from him and he lifted his non-limp arm. However, he didn't raise it over his head like she thought he would, instead grabbing both shirts he wore and tore them off. Either he had enough strength in him to do that or his clothes were more ragged than she thought.

That at least gave her better access to any injuries he had, a large gash on his chest catching her eye. Grabbing a new towel, and after soaking it in the blood stained water, she cleaned the wound before finding some bandages to cover it. "Do you think this might need stitching?" she asked.

Wearily, he looked at the wound and shook his head. "I've had worse," he said.

Ignoring the comment, she began wrapping his chest with the bandages. "What did you do to yourself Gohan? You look as if you've been through a meat grinder!"

Another chuckle left him. "Fought the Androids. Kicked my butt badly. Think they might have dislocated my arm too."

Videl's eyes shot wide open. "Dislocated? I don't know how to fix a dislocated arm! We have to take you to a hospital!"

Gohan shook his head. "It's easier than it looks…to fix. You'll just have to reinsert the arm into the socket."

Videl had the distinct impression that Gohan was exaggerating the fix. But if he thought it was easy to deal with, then she'd follow his directions. "Is it gonna hurt?"

"Yep."

"Is there anything I need to get to make it easier?"

Gohan thought for a moment. "Find a small stick or a piece of leather. I need to be able to stick it in my mouth."

Not asking anymore questions, the girl was on her feet and running through the house, looking for anything that she thought could be useful. Ultimately, she could only find a broom, so she snapped the handle on her knee and brought the top piece back to Gohan. After him giving her a few directions, she placed the broken broom handle in his mouth and carefully grabbed onto his arm.

A moment later he began to scream.

Videl stared down at the sleeping Son boy, tired but relieved that he resembled something other than a piece of dripping raw meat. Three cracked ribs, a reconnected arm, several gashes that fortunately did not require stitches, and various bruises and cuts were the final tally of injuries for the Son boy. Miraculously, Videl had managed to take care of them all. She must've lost track of time though, since daylight was now shinning through the windows.

Gohan had passed out during the reconnecting of his arm, his fatigue and pain providing a very lovely dose of unconsciousness. Though the dark-haired girl wasn't in favor of sampling that particular cocktail, she figured that this was probably a regular occurrence with this guy. Did he even have someone to help bandage him up after all of his fights? He said he had a friend but if that was the case, why did he come here instead of go to them? Did he just do it himself?

That caused her to frown. If Gohan had done it by himself, he wouldn't have to anymore. He had saved her from certain death and she owed him greatly. If repaying him for her life was to patch him up after every encounter, then so be it. He wasn't alone anymore.

It helped that she managed to fix him up as good as possible, being her first time to do such a thing. And he wasn't bleeding anymore on…umm…Bulma's couch. She was pretty sure that was the name he had said.

But right now she had other things to do, like clean up the kitchen. The food from the previous day was still sitting on the table, no longer warm and pots, pans and kitchen utensils were in need of a good scrubbing. Sighing, she got to work, placing food that could be used as leftovers into Tupperware and plastic bags. The rest that hadn't stayed fresh throughout the night made its way into the garbage, which fortunately wasn't much. Food wasn't the best thing to be throwing away nowadays.

The rest of the day flew by as cookware was cleaned, rinsed, and dried. A good cleaning of the kitchen would be needed but Videl wasn't in the mood to do it. Heading back into the sitting room, her eyes fell on the blood-covered couch. She was pretty sure that couch had seen its last days of being useful. Well, maybe if she found something to cover the cushions and backrest, no one would notice the mess on it. Yeah, she'd look around for one later, and if she couldn't, Gohan would just have to dispose of it.

Speaking of which, Videl's eyes flicked over to a nearby cot, the young man resting on it. She had ran around the house looking for that thing, figuring that there was no way she'd be able to get him into one of the bedrooms and that he'd probably not want to wake up in his own blood. The girl had found out quickly that she made the right choice in finding the cot when she tried to move him. He didn't look it but he weighted nearly a ton, or so she thought. Probably came from all that food he ate.

Fortunately, she didn't have too far to carry/drag him and he was in a deep enough sleep not to notice his relocation. Now he was resting just fine, a blanket on top of him and keeping him warm.

Finding one for herself, she laid down on the other couch in the room and pulled the blanket over her. She needed a nap and this was as good a place as any.

Sleep was never so blissful.