It's the early morning on planet Earth, things seem to be going normal,
nothing happening today. Capsule Corp. is dark, everyone is still sleeping,
as is everyone else. Gohan looks to be sleeping soundly as well. Wait a
sec.. whose that in the kitchen?
"I'm hungry." Goten complained as he and Trunks came down the stairs.
"Then why don't we make some breakfast?" He suggested.
"Oh no." Goten gasped. "Mom would be mad."
"Well, she'd be even madder if we woke her up early." Trunks pointed out.
"True." Goten grinned. "Then what should we eat?"
"Why don't we investigate?" Trunks smiled and opened the refrigerator.
"Yea!" Goten cheered and began to open and dig through cabinets.
Oh, look who else is up now? Gohan is awake in his bed. But what's this? Gohan groans as he rubs his eyes and shields the small rays of the rising sun from his face as he look out the dark window. He sneezes and flops back down. Must not be a morning person.
"Ohh, look what I found!" Trunks pulls out ice cream.
"Alright!" Goten reveals a chocolate cake.
"Mm, a breakfast chocolate cake Sunday!" Trunks giggles as they begin to throw different kinds of cookies and candy onto the ice cream piled onto a slice of cake.
"Wait!" Goten calls and Trunks stops. Goten places a cherry on top of each plate. "There, now our masterpiece is finished!" He stands back to look at their work.
"Dig in!" They cheer and begin to gorge. As they do, Gohan slinks downstairs and doesn't seem to notice the boys with the blank stare on his face. He walks to the cupboard and gets out an aspirin bottle and takes some. The boys never see him as he makes his way back to bed. He shuffles back into bed and lays down, seeming to shiver as he goes to pull his blanket back on.
"Man am I a mess." He says to himself. "Last night was insane." He sighs and looks up at his ceiling with his heavy eyes. He recalls the incident last night: He and Videl were out with friends, celebrating the last month of being a senior in high school. Most of their friends were over 18 so they had their license and could drive, one was over 21 too, they brought him along for a reason. So, as the group of rowdy teens recklessly drove down the streets of night, listening to heavy metal music as they searched for their destination. They found it, a bar. Their over 21 friend was able to get them in, and bought them all a round of beer. Videl refused it, saying that she didn't want to break the law and make her father, Hurcule, mad. Gohan now was only 17, the youngest of all the under aged. So when his friends offered him a beer, Videl could only watch as Gohan gave in to the peer pressure. He got drunk quickly, participating in shot contests and dancing for quarters on the bar counter. Finally, after the gang had become too complicated, the bouncer had kicked them all out and Videl had to drive them all home. When it came to only Videl and Gohan in the car, they had some talking to do..
"I'm very disappointed in you, what were you thinking?" She growled.
"Hey, it's ok." Gohan smirked, less drunk now. "I'm cool."
"No you aren't, drinking is so totally un-cool." Videl sighed as she drove.
"Ok, I'm sorry. If it helps, I didn't like it." Gohan replied.
"Grr, that's the point! You don't like it but you did it anyway!" Videl cried.
"Sorry." Gohan tensed at her voice. "I'll never do it again, I swear!"
"Promise?" Videl asked.
"Yea." Gohan nodded and Videl smiled. "Well, guess I'll take care of sleepy."
"Who?" Videl turned around to see the owner of the car passed out back seat.
"Good night." Gohan said as Videl got off, Gohan would drive him home. He left the car in the driveway with his friend still passed out inside, they walked home. But as he did, he couldn't help feeling very sick to his stomach. And an innocent neighbors garbage can suffered the consequences of Gohan's night out. Finally, the sickly dizzy Gohan made it home and was able to sneak in unnoticed and went to bed.
"I am such a jackass." Gohan groaned and held his head as the pills began to do their work. He fell back to sleep, it was still way too early in the morning for Gohan.
"I'm full." Goten burped, their meal finished.
"Me too, I'm stuffed." Trunks rubbed his stomach.
"Hey Trunks, I don't feel too good." Goten groaned.
"Yea, I think I feel a little sick too. Did we eat to much?" Trunks asked.
"I doubt it, but maybe we should go wake up our moms now." Goten said.
"Right." Trunks nodded with a sigh and they went to go wake up their parents. Both Chi-Chi and Bulma were very shocked and angry when their sons told them what they had done for breakfast.
"I'm very disappointed in you!" They both pouted.
"I'm sorry." Trunks and Goten sighed and held their stomach.
"I think they learned their lesson." Bulma turned to Chi-Chi.
"Yea, I agree." She nodded, their faces softened and they laughed at their sons.
"Come on, we'll get you something for your tummy ache." Bulma laughed.
"Oh what's going on? It's only 6." Goku came out of his bedroom sleepily.
"Oh shut up Kakerot! I'm tired too." Vegeta said, walking down the hall.
"Our boys had a feast of sugar while we were all sleeping." Bulma replied.
"Yup, sounds like them alright." Goku couldn't help but laugh now. Vegeta just groaned and decided he should stay up. He went downstairs to get some coffee. "Well, while we're all up, we can all have breakfast together." Goku turned to the two boys.
"No thanks." They groaned, holding their growling stomachs. Goku laughed.
"Hey, where's Gohan?" Goku stopped and looked around.
"Sleeping still, I'll go wake him up." Chi-Chi replied and went to her son's room. "Gohan? Wake up." She opened his door and saw him asleep. She smiled but then stopped, noticing Gohan's face. It seemed pale, yet flush, almost like he had a fever. "Gohan?" She walked over with concern and heard his struggled breathing. "Gohan!" She brushed his messy hair out of his face and placed a hand on his forehead. "He's burning up. Oh Gohan!" She shook his shoulder and he awoke.
"Mom?" His voice came out quietly. He coughed, sounding very congested.
"Gohan honey, you're sick, on no!" Chi-Chi cried.
"I'm ok mom, it's alright." Gohan's tired raspy voice squeaked.
"No you aren't." She left the room. Gohan sat up confused, why did his mom always make nothing into something? She treats a sprain like a shattered bone. She returned with a thermometer.
"No mom really, I said." He began but she plopped it in his mouth.
"What's going on, what's taking so long?" Goku finally came into the room. He saw what was going on. "Gohan, are you ok kid?"
"Yea." Gohan began but his mom shut his mouth. He began to go into a coughing fit and Chi-Chi struggled to keep the thermometer in his mouth.
"This is bad." She picked it off the floor. "It's 102, but when he spit it out of his mouth it was still counting. His fever is very high!"
"Mom if it was high, wouldn't I be." Gohan began but his eyes began to flutter and he passed out.
"Gohan!" Goku ran over and picked him up. "Oh man, he is hot!" He gasped.
"What's going on in here?" A deep voice boomed and Piccolo burst in.
"We could hear you all yelling a mile away." Dende came in.
"Dende, Gohan is sick, can you help him?" Goku asked.
"Why not, I have a thousand times before?" Dende rubbed his hands and began to apply his power to cure Gohan. "It's not working, this is beyond my control."
"Come on Gohan, snap out of it!" Piccolo began to shake Gohan violently.
"Stop it, can't you see that my son is seriously ill?" Goku growled at his friend.
"Be quiet!" Vegeta yelled and came into the room. "What is this?"
"Vegeta, what's going on?" Bulma followed him with the two boys.
"Gohan!" They cried, seeing him in his state.
"We have to get him to a hospital fast." Goku replied and ran outside, carrying his lifeless bodied son with him. "I'm going to the emergency room." He flew off.
"Wait!" Chi-Chi cried.
"Don't worry, we'll follow him." Dende replied. Vegeta picked up Bulma and Piccolo picked up Chi-Chi. They followed Goku. "Come on, follow me."
"Right." Trunks and Goten nodded and followed Dende behind the others. When they all had arrived, Goku had already entered Gohan into a room.
"What's going on, is Gohan ok?" Chi-Chi choked.
"I have no idea, they're doing tests right now, all we can do is wait." Goku sighed. Chi-Chi buried her face onto her husband's chest and began to cry bitterly. Goku looked at everyone, they all were looking very bewildered, all but Piccolo and Vegeta. The boys were very upset, they looked to be crying too, obviously confused about this all.
"Goku, can you come in here please?" A nurse came over. Goku nodded and followed, leaving the room of sad people behind.
"What is it?" Goku asked the doctor.
"Well," He began, writing on a clipboard. "Your son looks to be very ill indeed. Do you have any idea how this all started?"
"No, not a clue. Well, he has been getting sick more than usual lately." Goku said.
"As I assumed." The doctor nodded. "Are you sure you gave me all his symptoms?" Goku nodded again. "Thank you, we'll be done shortly."
"Thanks." Goku muttered and the door closed. He stood in the hall waiting, he was very upset. Gohan can't be this sick, he couldn't die. Gohan had lost Goku many times, but Goku was not about ready to loose his son. For after what seemed hours, the doctor returned and took Goku to the waiting room so he could speak to everyone.
"Is there good news?" Chi-Chi asked, her eyes bloodshot.
"I'm afraid not." The doctor sighed. "Gohan is very sick and will have to stay here for a long time." He replied and Chi-Chi grabbed Goku's arm tightly. "We aren't sure what he is sick will, but from what we have so far it's not very good."
"What's the best we can hope for?" Goku asked, his voice cracking.
"The bets we can all hope for is that Gohan makes a recovery soon, because whatever this virus is, it's a new breed. And if it spreads to anyone else on the planet, I'm afraid that this epidemic could wipe out an entire race of creatures." The doctor replied. "The best we can hope for is that this turns out to be just a serious case of ammonia."
"I'm hungry." Goten complained as he and Trunks came down the stairs.
"Then why don't we make some breakfast?" He suggested.
"Oh no." Goten gasped. "Mom would be mad."
"Well, she'd be even madder if we woke her up early." Trunks pointed out.
"True." Goten grinned. "Then what should we eat?"
"Why don't we investigate?" Trunks smiled and opened the refrigerator.
"Yea!" Goten cheered and began to open and dig through cabinets.
Oh, look who else is up now? Gohan is awake in his bed. But what's this? Gohan groans as he rubs his eyes and shields the small rays of the rising sun from his face as he look out the dark window. He sneezes and flops back down. Must not be a morning person.
"Ohh, look what I found!" Trunks pulls out ice cream.
"Alright!" Goten reveals a chocolate cake.
"Mm, a breakfast chocolate cake Sunday!" Trunks giggles as they begin to throw different kinds of cookies and candy onto the ice cream piled onto a slice of cake.
"Wait!" Goten calls and Trunks stops. Goten places a cherry on top of each plate. "There, now our masterpiece is finished!" He stands back to look at their work.
"Dig in!" They cheer and begin to gorge. As they do, Gohan slinks downstairs and doesn't seem to notice the boys with the blank stare on his face. He walks to the cupboard and gets out an aspirin bottle and takes some. The boys never see him as he makes his way back to bed. He shuffles back into bed and lays down, seeming to shiver as he goes to pull his blanket back on.
"Man am I a mess." He says to himself. "Last night was insane." He sighs and looks up at his ceiling with his heavy eyes. He recalls the incident last night: He and Videl were out with friends, celebrating the last month of being a senior in high school. Most of their friends were over 18 so they had their license and could drive, one was over 21 too, they brought him along for a reason. So, as the group of rowdy teens recklessly drove down the streets of night, listening to heavy metal music as they searched for their destination. They found it, a bar. Their over 21 friend was able to get them in, and bought them all a round of beer. Videl refused it, saying that she didn't want to break the law and make her father, Hurcule, mad. Gohan now was only 17, the youngest of all the under aged. So when his friends offered him a beer, Videl could only watch as Gohan gave in to the peer pressure. He got drunk quickly, participating in shot contests and dancing for quarters on the bar counter. Finally, after the gang had become too complicated, the bouncer had kicked them all out and Videl had to drive them all home. When it came to only Videl and Gohan in the car, they had some talking to do..
"I'm very disappointed in you, what were you thinking?" She growled.
"Hey, it's ok." Gohan smirked, less drunk now. "I'm cool."
"No you aren't, drinking is so totally un-cool." Videl sighed as she drove.
"Ok, I'm sorry. If it helps, I didn't like it." Gohan replied.
"Grr, that's the point! You don't like it but you did it anyway!" Videl cried.
"Sorry." Gohan tensed at her voice. "I'll never do it again, I swear!"
"Promise?" Videl asked.
"Yea." Gohan nodded and Videl smiled. "Well, guess I'll take care of sleepy."
"Who?" Videl turned around to see the owner of the car passed out back seat.
"Good night." Gohan said as Videl got off, Gohan would drive him home. He left the car in the driveway with his friend still passed out inside, they walked home. But as he did, he couldn't help feeling very sick to his stomach. And an innocent neighbors garbage can suffered the consequences of Gohan's night out. Finally, the sickly dizzy Gohan made it home and was able to sneak in unnoticed and went to bed.
"I am such a jackass." Gohan groaned and held his head as the pills began to do their work. He fell back to sleep, it was still way too early in the morning for Gohan.
"I'm full." Goten burped, their meal finished.
"Me too, I'm stuffed." Trunks rubbed his stomach.
"Hey Trunks, I don't feel too good." Goten groaned.
"Yea, I think I feel a little sick too. Did we eat to much?" Trunks asked.
"I doubt it, but maybe we should go wake up our moms now." Goten said.
"Right." Trunks nodded with a sigh and they went to go wake up their parents. Both Chi-Chi and Bulma were very shocked and angry when their sons told them what they had done for breakfast.
"I'm very disappointed in you!" They both pouted.
"I'm sorry." Trunks and Goten sighed and held their stomach.
"I think they learned their lesson." Bulma turned to Chi-Chi.
"Yea, I agree." She nodded, their faces softened and they laughed at their sons.
"Come on, we'll get you something for your tummy ache." Bulma laughed.
"Oh what's going on? It's only 6." Goku came out of his bedroom sleepily.
"Oh shut up Kakerot! I'm tired too." Vegeta said, walking down the hall.
"Our boys had a feast of sugar while we were all sleeping." Bulma replied.
"Yup, sounds like them alright." Goku couldn't help but laugh now. Vegeta just groaned and decided he should stay up. He went downstairs to get some coffee. "Well, while we're all up, we can all have breakfast together." Goku turned to the two boys.
"No thanks." They groaned, holding their growling stomachs. Goku laughed.
"Hey, where's Gohan?" Goku stopped and looked around.
"Sleeping still, I'll go wake him up." Chi-Chi replied and went to her son's room. "Gohan? Wake up." She opened his door and saw him asleep. She smiled but then stopped, noticing Gohan's face. It seemed pale, yet flush, almost like he had a fever. "Gohan?" She walked over with concern and heard his struggled breathing. "Gohan!" She brushed his messy hair out of his face and placed a hand on his forehead. "He's burning up. Oh Gohan!" She shook his shoulder and he awoke.
"Mom?" His voice came out quietly. He coughed, sounding very congested.
"Gohan honey, you're sick, on no!" Chi-Chi cried.
"I'm ok mom, it's alright." Gohan's tired raspy voice squeaked.
"No you aren't." She left the room. Gohan sat up confused, why did his mom always make nothing into something? She treats a sprain like a shattered bone. She returned with a thermometer.
"No mom really, I said." He began but she plopped it in his mouth.
"What's going on, what's taking so long?" Goku finally came into the room. He saw what was going on. "Gohan, are you ok kid?"
"Yea." Gohan began but his mom shut his mouth. He began to go into a coughing fit and Chi-Chi struggled to keep the thermometer in his mouth.
"This is bad." She picked it off the floor. "It's 102, but when he spit it out of his mouth it was still counting. His fever is very high!"
"Mom if it was high, wouldn't I be." Gohan began but his eyes began to flutter and he passed out.
"Gohan!" Goku ran over and picked him up. "Oh man, he is hot!" He gasped.
"What's going on in here?" A deep voice boomed and Piccolo burst in.
"We could hear you all yelling a mile away." Dende came in.
"Dende, Gohan is sick, can you help him?" Goku asked.
"Why not, I have a thousand times before?" Dende rubbed his hands and began to apply his power to cure Gohan. "It's not working, this is beyond my control."
"Come on Gohan, snap out of it!" Piccolo began to shake Gohan violently.
"Stop it, can't you see that my son is seriously ill?" Goku growled at his friend.
"Be quiet!" Vegeta yelled and came into the room. "What is this?"
"Vegeta, what's going on?" Bulma followed him with the two boys.
"Gohan!" They cried, seeing him in his state.
"We have to get him to a hospital fast." Goku replied and ran outside, carrying his lifeless bodied son with him. "I'm going to the emergency room." He flew off.
"Wait!" Chi-Chi cried.
"Don't worry, we'll follow him." Dende replied. Vegeta picked up Bulma and Piccolo picked up Chi-Chi. They followed Goku. "Come on, follow me."
"Right." Trunks and Goten nodded and followed Dende behind the others. When they all had arrived, Goku had already entered Gohan into a room.
"What's going on, is Gohan ok?" Chi-Chi choked.
"I have no idea, they're doing tests right now, all we can do is wait." Goku sighed. Chi-Chi buried her face onto her husband's chest and began to cry bitterly. Goku looked at everyone, they all were looking very bewildered, all but Piccolo and Vegeta. The boys were very upset, they looked to be crying too, obviously confused about this all.
"Goku, can you come in here please?" A nurse came over. Goku nodded and followed, leaving the room of sad people behind.
"What is it?" Goku asked the doctor.
"Well," He began, writing on a clipboard. "Your son looks to be very ill indeed. Do you have any idea how this all started?"
"No, not a clue. Well, he has been getting sick more than usual lately." Goku said.
"As I assumed." The doctor nodded. "Are you sure you gave me all his symptoms?" Goku nodded again. "Thank you, we'll be done shortly."
"Thanks." Goku muttered and the door closed. He stood in the hall waiting, he was very upset. Gohan can't be this sick, he couldn't die. Gohan had lost Goku many times, but Goku was not about ready to loose his son. For after what seemed hours, the doctor returned and took Goku to the waiting room so he could speak to everyone.
"Is there good news?" Chi-Chi asked, her eyes bloodshot.
"I'm afraid not." The doctor sighed. "Gohan is very sick and will have to stay here for a long time." He replied and Chi-Chi grabbed Goku's arm tightly. "We aren't sure what he is sick will, but from what we have so far it's not very good."
"What's the best we can hope for?" Goku asked, his voice cracking.
"The bets we can all hope for is that Gohan makes a recovery soon, because whatever this virus is, it's a new breed. And if it spreads to anyone else on the planet, I'm afraid that this epidemic could wipe out an entire race of creatures." The doctor replied. "The best we can hope for is that this turns out to be just a serious case of ammonia."