Despite how the world had changed in the last few years, there were still two certainties in life: death and taxes. Usually death would be all anyone would worry about in a crisis, yet there was always some sniveling little weasel that found the time to send bills to people. Electricity, water, income, you name it.

Bulma supposed it was at least one normal thing to still continue, despite it being one of her most despised activities to do. Paying bills sucked on so many levels.

However, her latest electric bill had gone up. Capsule Corporation had always had the highest electric bill in the entire city, most likely the world as well, so any small variations in the total expense wasn't much to be concerned about.

Yet, due to the Androids, Capsule Corp had scaled back much of its production, only covering as many products it currently produced as it could. Gone was the development of new technologies and tests that routinely sent electricity usage skyrocketing. It was almost as if the company didn't exist anymore despite churning out their usual products.

That included all of the companies throughout the world. It was a big misconception that there was only one Capsule Corp in the world and that was in West City. Its headquarters was there, along with its world famous production plant, but many didn't realize there were other facilities in most cities around the globe, or at least ones that could retain profits. Usually if one had been destroyed, it was left for lost. Fortunately, only a handful of been rendered useless in the seven years the Androids had wrecked havoc; a small blessing indeed.

So when Bulma opened her latest electricity bill, she noticed an increase in cost. Since all accounts were listed in the bill, she quickly found where the increase came from, a residential building she owned in Ginger Town. Though she had never used the place and hadn't really considered using it anytime soon, it was a bit alarming to see it in active use.

But there were only a handful of people that had access to the place, namely her and Gohan. She had told him the location of every access key she kept in front of every Capsule Corp-owned residence in the event that something happened to her and Trunks needed to go into hiding. So logically Gohan was using the place and hadn't told her.

Rude, but she'd give him a hard time for it in exchange. Such was their relationship after all.

And wouldn't you know it, a couple days later Gohan came in for a visit wearing far more bandages than she remembered, but figured it had to do with a recent run-in with the Androids. It was the most logical reason she could think of.

"So Gohan, you forgetting to tell me something?" she asked once he had made himself at home.

The Son boy stiffened a bit before rubbing the back of his head. "Umm, no?"

Bulma rolled her eyes before pulling out her evidence. "Then can you tell me why my electric bill is higher than normal? An account in Ginger Town just suddenly became active and I'm pretty sure you're the only person that would use the place if you wanted."

Sweat began to roll down the boy's face, causing the Briefs woman to frown. Something was up, she could tell. A simple question had turned into something resembling a inquisition on the boy when it shouldn't have been. Gohan was hiding something from her that he didn't want her to know and that was far from normal. Or maybe she was watching too many soap operas. Maybe.

"Umm, well," the Son boy started. "I've been using the place…"

Bulma couldn't help but feel there was an "and" that was meant to follow. Of course she knew Gohan had to be living there but now she had the feeling that there was something else about it. "And? Is that it?"

"Well, no."

"Then what?"

"I've…been living with someone."

A roommate? That was it? That was what the demi-saiyan was fretting about? Of all the…

"So you have a roommate, big deal," Bulma said. "You know you could've just told me about it. When you moved in would've been better."

Gohan looked dazed. He hadn't expected their conversation to go this way the blue-haired woman noticed. It was practically written on his face.

"So when do I get to meet him?" the Briefs woman asked.

Once again, the Son boy froze. "About that. The person I'm living with…well, it's a girl."

Time seemed to freeze all around her. Gohan, sweet, innocent Gohan, was living with someone of the opposite sex? They were living together as what? Friends? A couple? Husband and wife? Did the kid she know from the age of four get railroaded into a marriage and was using the Ginger Town house to keep it hidden from his mother? What…what…

"Are you…why did…" Those were the only words she could manage to say. Stunned was the best word that could explain her current state of mind.

Gohan sighed. "I guess I should start from the beginning."

And her brain jumpstarted and was back on track once more. "You better start there!"

The Son boy flinched from the outburst. Calming himself, he launched into his tale. "I rescued her from the Androids."

"So?" Bulma interrupted. "You save a lot of people but don't take them home with you."

"She's different though."

"Different how?"

"She got amnesia. I don't know how but she has no memory of her life before I rescued her," Gohan explained. "She doesn't know of any friends or family she can stay with."

And for the fourth time in the conversation, Bulma's mood swung. That poor girl. She couldn't imagine what she was going through. And it was just like Gohan to give her a place to stay, something his father would do. Actually, it would be exactly what Goku would do, taking someone to one of her buildings and saying "Make yourself at home." What was it with Son men taking advantage of her generosity?

But that did leave one unexplained thing. "So you're living with her until she recovers her memory?"

"Umm, yeah. I hadn't intended on staying until she begged me not to go. I haven't had the heart to leave."

Bulma leaned back into her seat. "So have you told your mom about this?"

"Not yet, though I don't know if I want to. You know now traditional Mom can be."

Traditional was probably the best word to describe Chichi, the blue-haired woman mused. Chichi was unpredictable, yet held some sort of standard that could be best described as traditional. Knowing her, she'd think that if Gohan was living with a woman, she'd better be his fiancé or wife and if that was the case, then she would have to meet her and determine if she was the right woman for her son. That was a whole mess that would be interesting to watch but best to be avoided. It would definitely be more entertaining than her soaps though.

Sighing, she said "Tell ya what. I'll talk to Chichi and tell her that I offered you a place to stay and you thought it'd be a good idea to see if you could live in your own place."

Oh Kami, did she really just say that? Chichi was gonna go into hysterics over that. The Briefs woman was really biting the bullet on this one.

And it looked as if the Son boy was gonna take her up on the offer as his face brightened. Then it dimmed. "Maybe I should tell her that to her face," the young man mused. "She might not like a phone call from a friend."

Huh, that was one of the most grown-up things she had heard from the young man. "Well, I'll back you up on you accepting my offer for another place. It's the only story I can think of that she might accept."

"Thanks," he said.

"But I will meet this girl, understand?" Bulma said, a threatening undertone in her voice

Gohan gulped. "I-I understand."

"Good."

With that settled, Bulma began eyeing the Son boy's bandages. "So did your new friend fix you up or are you trying to be a mummy for Halloween?"

Once again, Gohan began scratching the back of his head, a large grin appearing on his face. "Yeah, Videl did this. She's good at it too surprisingly."

Videl huh? That must be the girl's name, Bulma mused. "I take it you'll be using her as your nurse for future injuries."

"Maybe. I don't want to overburden her when she has her own problems."

"Hmm, may I ask what injuries you managed to collect this time?"

"Uhh, just the usual. A couple cracked ribs, cuts, burns, and such. Oh! I did have my arm dislocated."

It was a good thing Bulma hadn't been holding something when she heard that-make that holding something breakable. "Dislocated?" the blue-haired woman exclaimed. "You had your arm hanging around like a broken chandelair and you had that girl put it back in? Why didn't you go to a hospital?"

Gohan began to shy away from the woman. "I...I don't know?"

This time Bulma glared at him. "Sometimes I wonder if it was a good thing you inherited your father's hard head. The longer I know you, the more you seem to act like him."

The demi-saiyan looked at her speechlessly. Really, what more could one say? It was clear that if he said anything, he would regret it. Sometimes silence was the best action.

To nameless reviewer: Sorry, this was another short chapter. Managed to add a bit more to it though.