"It's about time, Kakarrot!" Vegeta sneered as a very out-of-breath Goku finally arrived at their usual sparring area.

"Sorry 'Geta!" he exclaimed cheerfully, still catching his breath. "I woke up late, and then I couldn't find my boots, so I had to look around the whole house for them, but Chi-chi reminded me that they were under the bed where I left them, which makes sense since, you know, I'm the only one who uses them. They're too big for Gohan and I don't think Chi-chi would really want to wear them…"

The shorter saiyan cut him off impatiently. "That's all well and good, but can you shut up now so we can fight?"

"Sure..just…" Goku took a deep breath. " . . . hold on a minute . . . "

"What's wrong with you? Tired already? We haven't even done anything yet!" Vegeta shot him a weird look, making sure to carefully conceal the concern in his voice.

"I'm fine, it's just a little . . . AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Suddenly Goku clutched his chest and fell to the ground, his eyes squeezed shut in pain.

"Kakarrot!" Vegeta was immediately kneeling next to the fallen saiyan. "Kakarrot, what is it?!"

He gasped for breath as sweat poured down his face. "Chest . . . hurts . . . " That was all he could manage before the pain finally became too much for him, and he passed out cold. Not knowing what else to do, Vegeta picked him up and flew him back to his house.

Nothing bothering with formalities, Vegeta barged into the Son residence with a lifeless Goku in his arms. "Hey! Kakarrot's wife, or son, or whoever! Someone! Isn't there anyone in this blasted house?!"

Chi-chi immediately came running towards the source of the yelling. "Vegeta, honestly, I don't see why you have to . . . GOKU!" she screamed, upon seeing her unconscious husband. "My poor Goku! What have you done to him?!" she demanded shrilly, her voice full of panic.

"I didn't do a thing! We didn't even start fighting and he said his chest hurt and passed out!" Vegeta replied defensively.

"I knew he was training too much!" she muttered, mostly to herself. "I told him so, but would he listen? No! Always doing things that get him into trouble…For once I wish he would just listen to me!"

"Stop nagging, woman!" he growled. "He is not a child! He is a saiyan warrior! How dare you insult our race by even considering that we are weak enough to get sick over a little training!"

"A LITTLE?!"

While the two were arguing loudly, Goten came wandering in to see what all the commotion was about. When he saw his father, he immediately broke up the argument. "MOM! VEGETA-SAN! You guys can argue later! Dad needs to go to a hospital NOW!"

They immediately became silent, realizing that the small boy had a point. Chi-chi took a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure.

"Vegeta, fly Goku over to the hospital . . . that'll be faster than taking the car. I'll take Gohan and get over there as soon as a can." Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Gohan by the hand and rushed towards their car.













A/N: Sorry if it's going a little slow…I have a bad habit of dragging things out. Actually, this whole STORY drags! (even though I haven't exactly gotten past this chapter yet) So, uh, you shouldn't read any further. Yes. Stop now! Save yourselves! Go! Run away while you still can!!!