~The Best Laid Plans of Men and Mice

                                                                 Often Go Astray~

A scream echoed and bounced its way down those lonely, sterile corridors. With out thought or concern for it's victims it entered their ears, rebounded around their skulls and settled in their hearts. A scream of such animal pain to cause sorrow and fear to rise in the throat of any who should listen. Or, perhaps not. All Son Chi Chi had to do to get around it was raise her voice and continue conversation. Gohan cringed at his mother's unintentionally callous nature.

"So let me get this straight. You're father," She said the word with a growl to do a Saiyan justice, "decided he is just no longer going to talk to you? How childish can a full grown man get? Doesn't he know he's supposed to be setting an example for his child? Of all the nerve!"

The mother was of course referring to Mr. Satan's response to their… little news. They had headed to the Satan mansion after Gohan had managed to settle his mother down. Well, at least to the point where she was coherent again. Satan had reacted… violently. Starting with righteous indignation, then on to self pity, and as a last resort, simply not speaking with his daughter or "that thing" which "corrupted" her. Videl had responded, with reasoning, pleading, and then her own version of the Satan temper. She was happy to not be speaking with her father either. Gohan had, after getting yelled at by both of them, kept his mouth closed and his eyes down.

"Ye-yes. I guess he thinks he's making some kind of po-oint."

Videl stuttered on the last as another scream, muffled though they were, resounded through the waiting room. Her eyes held a certain fear, heightened with new knowledge relating to all of the noise. As the two surviving Satans competed in staring contest in the grand living room of their mansion, interruption had come via Videl's cell phone. His mother had called. Bulma was in labor and Chi Chi wanted her son and daughter down to wait with her toot-sweet. So here they sat, listening to Bulma's vocal cords being put to the test and being grilled by Chi Chi.

"A point! Stupid, arrogant, man! He should be happy for you. He should be encouraging and helpful right now. Instead he's being a stuck up bastard! Why I ought to…"

The temper which had been simmering in his fiancé since the confrontation reared it head again. "Look, he has a lot of faults Chi Chi, but he's still my father! This is my problem and I'll deal with it, you just back off!"

Gohan's eyes rounded out. Bulma was the only other person he had seen take that tone with his mother… and live. Apparently the whole thing even caught Goku's attention, as he unconsciously leaned away from the two women and hid behind his eldest son. Chi Chi's mouth had dropped slightly open during the tirade, and she sat silent for a moment before her face took on a consoling look. Much to everyone's confusion, she reached out and took Videl's hand, gently massaging the back of it. "Your starting to feel those hormonal fluctuations, aren't you dear?"

Three identical, incredulous stares found the Son matriarch. At that moment another scream, this one sounding more like a screech made its way to their ears. Followed by an equally pained, "Ack, woman! My eardrums!"

Snapped from his stupor, Gohan tightened his grip on Videl's waist and smiled ever so slightly. Vegita and Bulma's parents were actually in the delivery room. The two demon spawn children had been pawned off on his poor grand father. Gohan felt a great deal of pity, and a touch of concern for his beloved Grandpa. His fiancé leaned in hard beside him, as if trying to gain access to his insides. His mother on the other hand, looked to be in her glory as her eyes went un focused and she sighed. "Just think, in eight months I'll be here again, waiting for my Grandbaby!"

Videl shuddered and went quite pale. The demi-Saiyan cringed at his mother's sense of timing. Listening to Bulma's screams of agony was not the time to be thinking of what was to come. Gohan felt some of the color drain from his own cheeks. Of what was to come. Would he be able to stand there and listen to Videl scream like that? Knowing that ultimately, he was the cause of her agony?  

Of course he would. A thing like pregnancy was not about him. It was solely about Videl and the precious burden she carried. It was selfish of him to be thinking only of himself. Another scream echoed and quieted. Looking at the girl on his lap, Gohan could only imagine the thoughts that could have been running through her head right then.

"Uh, Chi?" Goku's voice popped up from behind. The adult Sons had positioned themselves on either side of the young couple. The Saiyan's voice was markedly meek, for him. "Maybe we ought 'ta talk about somethin' else?"

"Oh now, Goku. Aren't you excited too? You're going to be a grand father! I just can't wait to hold a tiny little bundle of joy in my arms again. It's been eight years since Goten was so little, you know."

"'Course I'm excited, Chi Chi. I dunno, I think it may be better to think about Bulma right now."

Videl looked up from her position on his thighs, and Gohan looked down. He read the same thought in those blue eyes that was coursing through his head. Was his father really trying to be subtle? The mother narrowed her eyes dangerously and leaned out from her chair to get a clearer death view of her husband. "Are you saying, Goku dear, that I shouldn't be thinking about the grandchild that has been dancing through my dreams for years?"

The Saiyan's eyes closed, his face breaking into that innocent grin. One hand behind his head and the other making a surrender gesture, he attempted a defense. "Awe, Chi Chi. I didn't say nothin' like that! Just, ya know… I don't think now's a good time. I ah," Goku opened his eyes then glancing quickly at his son and future daughter in law before finding his mate's eyes again, "I think ya may be scarin' the kids here."

Chi Chi snorted and sat back in her seat crossing her arms tightly over her bosom. "That's nonsense. There is nothing about a baby to be scared of. And besides, Gohan half raised my little Goten, he knows what he's in for!"

Another scream, this one quieter, more of a moan, echoed about the seating area. Chi Chi stared at the door where those sounds were coming from, along with the rest of the group. She blinked, but refused to make eye contact with her little group again. "Well, there may be a few things that could be considered a little… frightening about babies."

A few moments of uncomfortable silence followed. It was Videl who broke the silence by quietly stating, "I think I'd like some tea, I'm going to the cafeteria."

Gohan was quick to help her up, though the girl gave him a nasty glare for doing so, and trailed behind her. He thought he heard his father say something about doughnuts, but that was followed by a muffled thump and a "Owwww, Chi Chi, wha'd ya' do that for?" The teen demi thought little of it; his parents always did things like that, as he kept his fiancé in sight. She was very near running down the hall, and Gohan had the distinct feeling that she wanted a little space. She wasn't going to get it right now, if he could help it.

"Vidy? Vidy! I… are you all right?"

The girl simply ignored him, continuing on to stop before the hot liquid dispenser. Impatiently slipping a quarter in the slot, she stuffed a Styrofoam cup beneath the dispenser and slammed the green tea button. The demi-Saiyan stopped just short of striking range before trying again. "You're not mad at my Mother, are you?"

Picking the full cup up, she blew across the top and walked over to what amounted as a condiment table. Tearing open two packages of sugar, she finally replied in a far too even tone, "I am not angry."

Scratching nervously at his left ear, Gohan shifted from foot to foot. "Okay… well. I hope she didn't… upset you to much. She's sometimes… kind of impersonal."

"No Gohan, your mother was very helpful. At reminding me of just exactly what I've gotten myself into. Upset?" She raised her cup to her lips, apparently hoping to hide the sniffle she couldn't hold back behind the pretense of drinking. "I'm not upset, or mad, or anything. I'm just… I may be a little…. Frightened."

A tinge of shame rose in the half Saiyan's throat. Of course she was frightened. And it wasn't truly his mother that had brought up that point.  Not so much as his surrogate mother had. With a sigh, his shoulders slumped slightly. Peeking out beneath the dark lashes of his eyes, Gohan hesitantly spread his arms wide, welcoming Videl into his embrace. The girl shook her head and smirked slightly, at his actions? With a small laugh, she stepped into those arms. Gohan gently rubbed at her back and played with her soft hair. What else could he do? The inevitable was… inevitable.

After a moment, Videl stepped back and smiled. "Thank you, Gohan. I… Oh! Speaking of being reminded. My doctor would like to call your doctor and ask for a transcript of your files. Just so we can get a clear history on this, on our baby. If I could get you to write down his name for me, maybe phone number, I call Gyna, my doctor, and tell her. All right?"

Gohan blinked. "My… doctor?"

Videl raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes. As in your family doctor. You know, the guy you go to when you're sick, and for your physicals and…"

"My Mum always took care of me when I was sick. Which really didn't happen all that often."

"Okay…. Well maybe way out in the mountains that's how you do it. So, where did you go when you had a broken bone or…"

The demi rubbed at the back of his neck and cast an uneasy glance down the hall. "If Mum knew that I broke something, I went to the hospital, but I never saw the same doctor twice. If Mum didn't know, Dad, Mr. Piccolo, or myself would set it and let it heal on its own."

And for some reason, Videl just starred at him. "So… you have never been to a family doctor? I mean… who took care of your mom when she was pregnant with you and Goten!"

Gohan shrugged. "There is a midwife who services a near by town and the surrounding area. She always dropped in to check Mum while pregnant, and she was the present for the births."

Videl snorted and took another sip of her tea. "Really, I didn't even think midwives were around anymore. Just a figment of history. The mountain district really is in the dark ages. Well, maybe you can go to see Dr. Obyst with me."

The demi shook his head, his eyes going slightly wide. "But Videl! I… she would need to know that I'm not… you know…" he looked about guiltily," entirely human."

The Satan girl sighed. "I know. But it needs to be done. A full check up can not be a bad thing for you Gohan, and if it helps us to know what to expect with our child… I trust Gyna. She'll be shocked, to say the least. But, she is a professional and my friend. She won't let it get out."

"Are you… positive, Vidy?"

"I… we don't have another choice. Yes."

Gohan nodded once. He felt quite hesitant about the whole thing. But he trusted Videl and her judgment implicitly. He had more than a little sympathy for Dr. Obyst though.  "If you think so, Vidy…. Than maybe we can set up an appointment for me when you have to go in next."

"Good. I think that ought to work out well."

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Four weeks flew by. Four weeks of deception. It was hard, but they had managed not to let anyone at school know about the situation. Including the two good friends, Erasa and Sharpner. They could not know yet, the whole school would know it five minutes after the blonde duet was told. The two would be parents really didn't want that kind of attention. As soon as the school knew it, the news hounds would pounce and they would never get any peace.

At least, that's what Videl said, and given his experience with the paparazzi of the past, Gohan was inclined to agree with her. As it was, the reporters were already on a feeding frenzy about they're plans on a rather… rushed… wedding. Tentatively scheduled for June first. The demi Saiyan swallowed and starred down at the folded hands on his lap. That was exactly a month away. At least by then he would be eighteen.

The media and even school had not been the truly difficult part of the month though. That was family. Mr. Satan… yeah. He was talking to Videl again. And, thank Dende; he had not suggested abortion or anything of the sort. In fact, once he had gotten over his tantrum, it rather seemed that the old braggart was excited about getting a grand child. Videl was leading an even more pampered life than usual at home as a result. Not something that pleased his ruff and tumble fiancé. Gohan himself was, err….. less than welcome on the Satan premises while the master of the house was at home.

Now, the Son household was not that way. Chi Chi insisted quite often that Videl should spend the night there on weekends. If the Son matriarch had it her way, Videl would be over every night after school as well, so she could "tend to her daughter properly." To be frank, that whole idea was not going over well with Satan Hercule. Especially when Son Chi Chi had shown up at the Satan mansion door after a long argument with the man on the phone. Gohan was not exactly sure what had occurred that day, but he knew that Videl was now allowed to come over when ever she liked, for as long as she liked, and that any mention of his mother sent a shudder down Hercule's spine. Gohan smiled slightly; there were times when he truly loved his mother, dearly.

However, Videl was not truly happy at his house either. The teen could understand. The girl was not left alone at all in his home. Chi Chi was constantly forcing medicinal teas into her system and "healthy for baby" foods on her plate. And since Goten had discovered that he could 'feel' the babe within Videl, he always wanted to be on her lap with his hands on her belly.  Which was why Gohan had neglected to tell his younger brother when he had first heard the baby's heart beat. A tiny sound he suspected only those with Saiyan enhanced hearing could pick up. That had been two weeks ago. Truthfully, Videl was having a ruff time keeping Gohan away from her abdomen as well.

Chi Chi was quite intent that her son and daughter were going to live right by her as well. She had staked off an area of the yard and designated that to be where the house would be for the newlyweds to come home too. A house, Gohan suspected, that was being designed by Bulma. Unfortunately, his mother had never asked them if they wanted to live there. Gohan would have no problem with it; he loved his family and the land he grew up on. It would be a great place for his child to grow up. However, the sour look on his fiancé's face at any mention of it was slowly killing his hopes of continued country living.

As for Videl, well, she had been extra challenging of late. Not intentionally, he was sure. The girl's temper however, seemed to have increased ten-fold. Gohan found himself, often as not, to be the target of said temper. Like, when he had forcefully taken her communicator watch from her. And told her she would not be answering any calls from anyone wanting help for quite a while. Yeah, that hadn't gone over well at all. But, it had been necessary, and he now wore beside his own watch. Saiyaman was on overtime to say the least, but he would not allow Videl anywhere near any robberies or the like in present condition.  No matter how bruised his chest was from repeated punches from her small yet effective knuckles.

She hadn't spoken with him four for days after that. Videl had gotten over it; she said she understood where he was coming from. Yet, Gohan was still under the sincere impression that she was still angry with him. Though, the girl continued telling him she wasn't and had hit him the last three times he'd apologized. Gohan was so confused. Even if the books he had taken to studying said that rapid mood swings were a very normal part of pregnancy, these kinds of emotions were just so foreign to his perception of his soon-to-be wife. Actually, they were the sort of thing he expected from his mother. And her behavior really hadn't changed with pregnancy. Or had it? That had been right after… Cell. Those months were pretty hazy for him. All he really remembered was her crying, and then yelling… she always cried at night.

The demi shook his head and refocused himself. Those were defiantly the wrong thoughts at the moment. The past was the past and the future… well; she was in with her doctor at the moment. That was how Gohan found himself sitting and pondering his belly button in the waiting room. He was told he would be allowed to come back for the latter part of her exam, but whatever was going on first, was no place for a man to be. Bulma's words.

Gohan sighed at sat back in the straight backed chair to look, unseeing, at the ceiling. Two months. They were just two months pregnant. He still couldn't believe it. Videl… she didn't look pregnant yet. The one real physical change was well, the young man blushed despite himself, her chest had gotten err… larger. And he was pretty sure some of the guys and girls of the class had noticed. Maybe that was why Videl was usually wearing even baggier shirts than her norm of late. Probably a good thing.

An older nurse stepped through the doorway to the rooms further back at that point, catching Gohan's eye and attention. Looking over the many faces in the room, she looked down at the folder in her hand again before calling, "Mr. Son?"

Gohan stood and walked toward her. The women took a moment to focus on him through her thick glasses. Nodding to herself she turned and, instructing the "young man" to follow, led him down a corridor of doors and on to a room where his beloved was in an excited conversation with the doctor. "… And then out comes her, well, her significant other, they aren't married, anyway, he comes walking out of the delivery room, looks at all of us and says, and I'm quoting here, 'Girl. 7.2 pounds. Bra.' And he left the hospital with out another word! I have never seen such a lack of excitement."

The nurse knocked on the door then, interrupting the conversation. Greeted by a curt, and heavily accented 'Come' the nurse opened the door and allowed Gohan in. Handing his folder to the youngish looking American doctor, the nurse nodded, bowed slightly and exited the room. Gohan was left standing there and he was very aware that he had just become the center of attention. Glancing once at the empty folder she had been handed, the brunette woman dropped it on her desk and stood. She was tall, and easily looked him in the eye. In a thick American accent she addressed him. "So, you are Son Gohan." Gohan nodded and nervously readjusted his glasses. The woman glowered at him. Glowered? Catching her hands behind her back, she proceeded to pace around him, apparently visually weighing him. Stopping behind him, she abruptly grabbed each of his arms at the elbow and lifted them straight out to his sides. Gohan swallowed, but said nothing. Even as Videl began to giggle, no, make that laugh, from her seat across from him.  Letting his arms down again, the doctor finished her lap around him. Facing him again she reached out and took his hand in a shake. "My name is Doctor Obyst. Videl may call me Gyna, but I expect no such slips from you. You may sit on the patient bed. Videl has insisted she wants to be in here for your physical too."

Gohan nodded, "Yes ma'am." And then bowing lightly, as was suitable for someone with the stature of physician, he continued, "Thank you, ma'am." He then took a seat on the bed.

Raising an eyebrow at the girl in the corner, Dr. Obyst smirked. "Good lord, Videl!" she stated in perfect English, "You certainly did train him fast!"

Videl snorted before replying in the same language. "No, he came trained in manners. And ah… you should know he is quite fluent in English."

Looking considering, the woman studied Gohan again, he shifted slightly. "Is that so?"

Gohan smiled slightly. "Yes. My mother insists that I study and learn such things to the point of perfection. I get practice with the language when Miss Briefs is entertaining American buyers."

Gyna sat back, nodding in appreciation. It was all true. He spoke English as well as Videl herself did. And she knew it quite well from having to deal with all of Hercule's American fans. Abruptly the doctor snorted and leaned forward in her seat again. Reverting back to the native tongue of the country, she continued. "Well, we are not here to learn more about your language skills. I'll start with what I know you want to hear. Both Videl and your baby look to be doing just fine. I would like to set you guys up with an ultra sound appointment at the hospital with in the next couple of weeks to double check that though. By then they can also set up the Doppler and you two and here that little one's heart beat for the first time."

Gohan caught Videl's eye and the shared a tiny smile. It would be the first time Videl heard that wonderful sound, his ears all ready knew it. But to see that child… that would be a wonderful experience! Dr. Obyst smiled a bit at the two of them. "Now then. I would like to know exactly what my little 'sister' has gotten herself into here. And she tells me you have never seen a family doctor. So, all I'm going to do on you to day is an exam, a physical. Perhaps a couple of blood tests as well. I need to know if you've brought in healthy genetics to this pregnancy."

The half Saiyan stiffened ever so slightly, but nodded his agreement. Gyna turned in her chair and opened the folder on her desk, pulling out a pen she began, "Okay, first I'm just going to ask you a few questions on your family history. Has there been any cases of heart problems anywhere in your family?"

"Well, yes, actually. But, I know it's not genetic. My father caught that heart virus that went around about ten years ago."

Gyna held that pen over her mouth for a moment before shaking her head sadly. "Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that. That would be a terrible way to loose a parent."

Gohan blinked. "Huh?"

Gyna raised an eyebrow at him. "That virus, every case I've heard of, the ones in the beginning before the anti-virus was being produced… I understand every one of them died. Unless, you're saying your father didn't?"

"Well… no. I mean he, well, he recovered from it… with some help…"

The doctor's eyes narrowed slightly at him. "I see. No other heart problems though? Good. Cancer? No? Good. Any genetic diseases or… no? Okay. All right  then. Your mother, was she born in Japan?"

Gohan nodded. "Yes."

"Okay, and may I ask for her parent's names?"

"My grandfather is the Ox King*. I don't know who my grandmother was, I've never asked…"

Gyna choked. "Your grandfather is… but I... the stories called him such a brutal killer! I mean, he's the guy that ruled on Fire Mountain, right?"

"Umm… yes….."

"Then your mother is THAT Chi Chi? The daughter of… of… him? Geez. You have a very famous heritage then. I don't suppose… Didn't she get married at a martial arts tournament?"

"Yes. To my father… Son Goku."

Gyna shook her head. "Wow. You have fighting in your blood then."

Gohan grimaced and with a sideways glance at Videl, agreed. "You could... say that."

Dr. Obyst cast a confused look between the two. "Okay then. And your father, Son Goku, I assume he was born in Japan too?"

Gohan inhaled and sought out his fiancé's eyes for support. For what he was going to be forced into telling a total stranger, he needed back up. "Not exact… well, no. He was raised in Japan though."

"That's nice, but that's not what I asked. What country was he born in then? I really must know, Son, different countries have different diseases. Even if your father were exposed to something as a child, it's possible he could have been a carrier and passed something to you."

"He wasn't really born on Earth. I don't know if where he came from had countries, or I would tell you."

The Japanese-American woman stopped dead in her writing and turned a wide eyed look on Gohan. After a moment though she snorted and began laughing." You almost had me there, kid! Seriously now… hey, trust me; if he was brought here illegally as a kid and has no green card or something, I'm not planning on turning anyone in. I just want to know everything I can about you medically. So out with it, where is he really from?"

Gohan found the paper on the patient bed to be interesting at that moment. It was Videl who cleared her throat and said quietly, gently, "Gyna, he wasn't kidding."

"Oh. Right. What do you take me for, an idiot? Videl, Son, I did not want you in here to be a joke fest? Don't you two care at all what your child might be genetically programmed like? What risks he or she might medically have to face? Now quit screwing around!"

Gohan looked the woman in the eye. What could he say? Videl gave the woman a look crossed between sympathy and honesty. Gyna looked between them for a few moments, no one saying a word. She sighed then, closing her eyes and sprawling backwards in her chair. "You're not screwing with me."

Videl stood up then and went behind the doctor's chair, where she put a hand on each of the woman's shoulder's and massaged lightly. "No we are not, Gyna. That was kind of why I wanted to be here…"

Dr. Obyst sat upright then, brushing off her 'kid sister'. "Okay, Okay… so he wasn't born on Earth. So what happened exactly? Was your mother on a space mission? No, they don't send up pregnant women. Don't tell me aliens, little green men from Mars, kidnapped her, let her give birth and then brought the child back? Or, is that what happened?"

Gohan blinked the perfect picture of confusion. "Green men are from planet Namek. Most of them aren't very little. I really don't think anything lives on Mars. But dad… well, he isn't human. He was born on a Planet called Vegita, to a race called Saiyan."

Gyna sighed. Holding one hand up to Gohan, and one across her eyes, she sounded weary. "You were not supposed to tell me that. You were not supposed to say your father is an alien."

"I… wasn't? But… you wanted to know…"

"I was under the impression he was human. You certainly look human enough. By telling me he isn't, you've just ruined any chance I had a having a good week. Not that that concerns you. Okay, Okay… So your dad is a… a… uh…"

"Saiyan." Gohan supplied helpfully.

"Yeah. Okay… so he's a 'Saiyan'. In this case… are there any traits about this child I should be warned about before I find them accidentally?"

Videl began shaking her head no as she maneuvered around to stand beside her fiancé, but Gohan cut her off. "The baby might have a tail. Saiyans have… kind of monkey like tails. I was born with one, as was my little brother. I know this child is only one quarter Saiyan… but if it's there, it will show up on an ultrasound."

Gyna repeated, "Tail?"

Videl starred at him for a moment before looking sheepishly at the floor. "I forgot, you did tell me about that. I hadn't thought of it with our baby…"

Gohan nodded. "My mother has said that pregnancies can be difficult as well. Saiyans are… stronger and more active than humans by nature. Even in the womb." At a darkening look across Gyna's features, Gohan was quick to add, "But, I'm not very worried about that. I know my mother is a strong women, but she survived through two half Saiyan births. I also know that Vidy is strong, that shouldn't effect her… much. But… Saiyans eat a great deal more than humans. So… I know Videl's appetite will be increasing… a lot."

Gyna nodded. "I see. And all of these traits you just named… I presume you have them as well?"

The demi smiled slightly. "Yes."

"Are you Great Saiyaman?"

Gohan choked and feel face first off the patient bed and into the hard tilled floor. Holding his nose with one hand he stood and began stuttering, "I… no!... Yes… But… how did?"

Gyna smirked as she sat back. "Well, amazing strength and a race called Saiyan. Sounds a bit like 'Saiya'-man to me. Well, at least I now know you are strong enough to handle Videl. Even if that does mean you have to a half Saiyan boy bringing lots of very unexpected difficulties to my sister's pregnancy." Standing, she shook her head and pulled on her stethoscope. "All right kid. Back on the bed. Off with the shirt. It's exam time."

Gohan complied. Blissfully unaware of the choking noise Gyna made on first sight of his naked torso, the half Saiyan allowed her to complete her exam answering the questions that he could. Including the ones about a the scars she found. It wasn't exactly a thrilling experience, but it had to be done. For the sake of his child.

A child that he was almost positive was a girl.

Feh, you know what? I'm not even going to try explaining myself this time. I'd tell you to call me the late DoC… but, I never set dates on chapters for a reason ^_^

Anyway, you guys are still just blowing me out of the water with the fantastic support for this story. It just amazes me, that with so many Gohan/Videl stories be written in the past months, you guys have picked mine out as one of your favorites. I'm impressed, humbled, and indebted to you and your generosity. Even e-mails! (And I apologize right now for those I didn't respond to. Forgive me, I'm as terrible at being a pen pale as I am at putting up chapters on a regular schedule.)

And to you, GohansBabe, who pointed it out. Yes, Easter is on a Sunday. Celebrated in Canada on Monday. I was just out to give the kiddies a day off of school ^_^

And I'm glad I amused you all with the wry (And appropriately named) Dr. Gyna Obyst. *DoC Grins*

Anyway, that's it for this installment. I hope you all enjoyed and will hopefully continue to be patient with me and my sporadic posts. Trust me, your support is overwhelmingly helpful and encouraging, even if sometimes I don't respond to you like it is. This kind of thing just tickles me pink ^_^

In the next Chapter of LLJD:

Goten is having a hard time coming to grips with all of the attention be directed anywhere but at him. And with 'loosing' his big brother. Who can a little Son reach out to that would understand. Gohan?