"Ah!"

"Oh my, this doesn't look very good at all." Chi-Chi wore a serious face as she examined her son's throat.

Goten bounced around beside her, or rather on all sides, "Mommy? Mommy, what are you doing? Mommy? Mommy? I wanna see, mommy? Mommy, mommy? Mommy, is he ok, mommy?"

"Goten be quiet!" Chi-Chi whirled around and spat loudly at her younger child.

Goten stopped, looking ashamed, speaking quieter this time, "Is he ok mommy?"

"Oh. I don't know honey." Chi-Chi sighed, closing her eyes, hating to get angry and yell. "I'm sorry."

Goten stared at the floor, "It's ok..."

Chi-Chi turned to her older son who was still massaging his neck, "Gohan I really think you should stay home today."

"No mom really." Gohan cleared his throat a few times, his voice somewhat raspy. "I assure you, I'm fine."

"Oh?" Chi-Chi folded her arms. "Do you call tonsils the size of grapefruits fine?"

"Uhm..." Gohan looked around, too tired to think up a snazzy comeback. "Yes?"

Chi-Chi sighed, leaning her head back, "Ok fine, I'll let you go, after all, don't you have a test today?" She shook the popsicle stick strictly at him.

"Yes."

"Then why are we standing here talking, go, go, go!" Chi-Chi shoved her teen out the door, barely giving him enough time to hoist up his backpack. "Oh and remember to drink your orange juice at lunch."

Gohan smirked, rolling his eyes, "I will mom."

"I don't want you trading it for trail mix again."

"Goten!" Gohan looked down at his younger brother, who now took shelter behind his mother's leg. He sighed with a smirk and looked back up, "By mom." He jumped up into the air and flew off.

"By Gohan!" Goten waved. "Bring me some more of that trail mix ok!"

"Goten!" Chi-Chi stopped waving and put her hands on her hips.

"Oops!" Goten covered his mouth. Gohan turned forward, smirking at himself and his family. He was suprised that his mother even let him go out the other night, but he figured the strait A's and completed homework were proof enough that he could take one night off from studying.

Videl was waiting outside on the steps of Orange Star High School. She sighed, looked at her watch for the seventh time that minute, and continued to pace around. Erasa and Sharpener soon came down the street, talking and laughing. Videl smiled and bounded over.

"Hey guys."

"Oh hi Videl." Erasa beamed.

"Hey you." Sharpener put his arm around her again.

"Hey." She took it off like a dead animal, then spoke seriously. "Have you guys seen Gohan?"

The two looked at each other, then Sharpener turned back to Videl, "Nope, I haven't even heard from the guy all weekend."

"Oh no, you think he's ok?" Videl grew worried.

"Don't worry." Erasa waved it off. "He's a tough kid, he's fine. Look, there he is now."

"Hu?" Videl turned around to see Gohan marching towards the school, obviously wearing a fine façade, unknown to his friends. "Gohan!"

"Oh." Gohan winced as he cleared his throat. "Hey." He tried to make his voice sound as normal as possible.

"Oh Gohan." Videl's relieved smile immediately turned into a raging response. "Why didn't you call me over the weekend!?"

Gohan gulped, jumping back, "What?"

"I was worried sick about you after what happened at the club, I wanted to know if you were alright!"

"Videl, I'm fine." Gohan was still a bit confused.

"Ok." Videl took a deep breath. "Besides, it was just a one time thing, it's behind us, and everything is ok."

"Yea." Gohan looked up at the school as the bell rang. "Well, better go to class." Gohan walked up the steps, followed by the others. They all sat down in one of the farther back rows of the class, it was English. Gohan set down his book to whisper as the teacher spoke, "I'll be right back, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Ok, I'll take notes for you." Videl whispered back.

"Ok." Gohan stood up and went down the stairs and crept quietly out the door as to not disturb the class. He walked down the hall, staring at the floor. Did it just get fuzzy? Gohan stopped and shook his head, continuing on. Now it looked like he was seeing double. "Gr!" Gohan shook his head harder. He was getting dizzy and fast, he put a hand on the wall for support. He began to pant, getting nervous, his heart was racing. Gohan noticed he was by a water fountain, he got a drink but his mouth was still as dry as cotton balls. His body seemed numb, he wrapped both arms around his chest and stomach, then slid down against the wall on his back, soon finding himself sitting on the floor. He opened his eyes and looked at his watch, "It's been five minutes, better head back." His voice was raspy again, he started coughing. "Oh my throat is all closed up!" He stood up but he was even dizzier this time, like if he'd gotten a blood head rush. He stood strait and took a few deep breaths, speaking to himself inside, "Come on Gohan, you gotta get through the day. You're ok, you're half-Saiyan, this can't beat you. Come on...." He opened his eyes, he could see strait, he felt better, not dizzy at all. He smirked at himself, "Self motivation." Then returned to class and sat down.

"Geez, get lost or just fall in?" Sharpener taunted.

"What did I miss?" Gohan asked.

"Not much." Erasa replied.

Gohan glanced over at Videl, who was giving him a strange look, "What?"

"You ok?"

"Hu?"

"Are you ok?"

"Uhm, yea? Why you ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Videl shook her head, but something inside her was telling her that something just wasn't right with Gohan. The bell rang and the math teacher came in. She handed out a worksheet to do during class as she instructed. Videl turned to Gohan, he was feeling sick again only this time he couldn't hide it. "Are you sure you're ok?" No reply. She turned to Erasa and Sharpener, but they just shrugged.

Moaning and groaning quietly to himself, Gohan lowered his head to the math worksheet as the voice of his teacher turned into muffled echoes. The numbers on the paper began to wiggle and grow fuzzy as the ruler strait lines of the triangles turned into squiggles like that off of a music mixing board. His eyes grew heavy in the foggy daze, his eyes as glazed as a donut.

"Looks like you have a fever."

"Hu?" The voice snapped Gohan out of his daze as he looked up, meeting the eyes of his teacher with her hand placed upon his forehead. He slowly moved his eyes around the room to see the whole class looking at him. He felt embarrassed, his flush face growing even redder as he tried hard not to blush at the humiliation.

"Gohan, I think you should go see the nurse." Erasa spoke up, causing Gohan to puff out his cheeks as he put his face down on the desk, making a protesting sound from out of his throat.

"Alright, will someone please help Mister Gohan to the office?" The teacher asked.

"I will." Videl stood up.

"Thank you Miss Videl." The teacher stepped out of the way.

"Come on Gohan." Videl whispered, taking her classmate by the arm and slowly helping him stand up and go down the stairs. The rest of the class watched them go until the teacher stood back at the front of the room to resume the session.

"You don't have to do this." Gohan spoke up as they were now walking down the hall.

"What?"

"I'm fine."

Videl looked down at him, he had his eyes closed, head hanging down, so his voice was a quiet mutter. After a silent trip broken by occasional gasping coughs from the sickly teen, they finally found their way to the nurse's office. Videl put Gohan's arm around her shoulders for support, then used the other free hand to open the door.

The plump nurse inside turned from counting q-tips in a jar, "Oh, Videl how are you..." She gasped, almost dramatically, seeing Gohan. "Oh no!" She rushed over. "My goodness, what happened to your friend?"

"He got a fever in class." Videl explained.

The nurse put a hand on the absentminded Gohan's forehead, "Well I'll say you're not kidding. Come, lay him down." They both set Gohan gently down on a bed. Videl looked down at Gohan and frowned, his condition had grown worse. He was struggling to breathe, his face tensed as sweat dotted his forehead. He had his eyes, as most of his body was, tightly clenched as his whole body shivered. The nurse pulled a sheet up to Gohan's neck. "You should head back to class now."

"Hu?" Videl looked up, the voice snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine. You can come check up on him during the break."

"Ok." Videl nodded. "Thank you."

So she took her leave, but not before looking back at the pale, flush faced boy of whom she subconsciously loved....