Videl made her way back down the same hall she'd walked down a half hour ago, finally she made it to the nurse's office and opened the door. She saw Gohan still laying in bed while the nurse sat at her desk, writing a health report.

"Ah Videl." She looked up.

"Hi Adrian, how's Gohan?" Videl was almost too afraid to ask.

Adrian, the nurse, sighed as she stood up and made her way over. Videl sat down on the chair by Gohan's bed as Adrian spoke, "He's very sick Videl, you're a true friend for bringing him when you did."

"Do you know what's wrong with him?"

"Oh, there's plenty wrong with him, what exactly I don't know."

"Did you call his home?"

"Yes, his mother's on her way now, I got off the phone with her about five minutes ago..." Before she could finish her sentence, the door flew open, cutting her off.

"Gohan!"

"Uh...." They stared blankly at the frantic middle-aged woman panting in the doorway.

"Where is my son!"

"You... you ran, all this way, that fast?" Adrian was still in shock.

"Answer me you bimbo quack! What's wrong with my sweetie?"

"Gohan is right here, don't worry." Adrian stepped aside, revealing Gohan laying down on the bed.

"Oh, my baby!" Chi-Chi shoed through them and grabbed Gohan, waking him instantly. "Oh my poor little boy, my poor sick little boy!"

"Mom?" Gohan was confused.

Chi-Chi let go and became vile again, "What did I tell you mister! I told you to stay home, I told you, you were too sick to come to school, but no!" She looked around, finding a popsicle stick, and shook it at him. "You'd better have learned your lesson, listen to your mother!" She threw the stick asside.

"Please miss." Adrian tried to calm her down. "Now I already took the liberty of conducting an examination of your son, and I must say he's seriously ill."

"I knew that when I gave him a check up at home this morning!"

"Then why on earth did you let your son come to school?"

"Because he had a test!"

"With a fever over 104?"

"He said he wanted to go!"

"With his throat nearly swollen shut?"

"Don't you take that tone with me lady, or else your lips will be swollen shut!" Chi-Chi shook a fist at Adrian.

Videl whispered over to her, "Maybe you should just stop now and quit while you're ahead."

"Ok." Adrian nodded.

Videl walked over to Chi-Chi, "I'm sorry Chi-Chi, I took Gohan to the nurse when he got real sick in math."

"Oh, Videl." Chi-Chi sighed. "I know you're worried but don't, Gohan's a tough kid, he'll be fine." She turned to her smirking son. "If anything's swollen, it's his head."

"It's nice to have a supportive family now isn't it." But the remark caused Gohan to break down into a coughing fit.

"Alright now, no more talking from you. Your voice is nearly gone young man." Adrian spoke up.

"Ok Gohan, naptime is over, time to get up." Chi-Chi spoke up.

"Ok, I'd better go to PE so I have enough time to change." Gohan got out of bed, still dizzy and weak, so Videl was there to help prop him up.

"Oh no, I'm taking you to see Bulma, you need a doctor's visit."

"Aw, but mom!"

"No buts!"

"But the nurse said..."

"But the nurse said." Chi-Chi mocked him, then folded her arms. "Gohan you need a physical, now get your but outside and let's move it!"

Gohan looked helplessly at Videl, then turned back to his mother, "Alright. By Videl."

"Good luck Gohan." Videl watched in a starstruck daze as the headstrong mother take her son away.

"Wow." Adrian whipped her brow. "It's no wonder he had a heart attack."

Videl whirled around, "A what!"

Gohan and Chi-Chi were sitting on Nimbus as it flew towards Capsule Corp. "Don't even think about it mister."

"Hu?" Gohan turned around.

"I know you want to fly awy, but you're in no condition. You just sit your but down on this cloud."

"Fine." Gohan pouted.

Chi-Chi sighed, "Goten is already there, I dropped him off so he could play with Trunks."

Meanwhile back at school, Videl, Erasa and Sharpener were in PE. They were playing baseball. Sharpener pitched the ball, it was a hit. It flew into left field, where Videl stood her place.

"Get it Videl!" Sharpener called but paused, noticing Videl just staring off into space as the ball rolled in front of her. "Videl!"

"Hu?" She looked up, then down and saw the ball but another guy grabbed it and threw it to home, too late, the runner had already scored. Videl blushed. "Oh, sorry..."

"What's up with her?" Sharpener wondered.

"Maybe she's worried about Gohan?" Erasa shrugged.

Later on, the trio was taking their history tests. Erasa was working diligently. Sharpener tried to look over her shoulder but Erasa noticed and covered her paper. Sharpener scowled, the turned to Videl.

"Videl, Erasa's being a bitch, what's the answer to number four?" He got no response. "Videl? Hello."

"No talking." The teacher's voice caused Sharpener to sit up strait.

He looked over at Videl's paper, it was blank... except for the picture of Gohan with the heart with an arrow through it, "Oh, Videl!" Sharpener gasped and covered his mouth, everyone looked at him.

"Sharpener, please!" The teacher threatened.

Sharpener waited until everyone was done staring, then looked back at Videl, she had a dreamy look on her face as she penciled the bang on Gohan's face. Sharpener frowned as he sighed to himself, "No way, my crush has a crush, only it's not on me, it's, for Gohan..."

Elsewhere in the city, at Capsule Corp. Vegeta and Chi-Chi watched as Bulma examined the sickly teen. After completing the physical, she walked over to her husband and Chi-Chi.

"Wow Chi-Chi, I must say I've never seen Gohan this sick before." She said as she took off the rubber gloves and threw the popsicle stick into the trash along with them.

"Is he going to be ok? What's wrong with him?"

"There's too much to just limit it down, he's just a train wreck."

"So you don't know?"

"No, no I do..." Bulma hesitated.

"Well come now woman, spit it out already!" Vegeta yelled.

"Hey, shut up!" Bulma turned to Chi-Chi and spoke quietly. "All of the signs prove to only one thing."

"And, what's that?"

Bulma looked at her for a moment, "He had a heart attack."

"....." Chi-Chi had her mouth open to speak only nothing came out, she just fainted.

"Mom?" Gohan stood up upon seeing his mother fall.

Chi-Chi opened her eyes and blinked a few times, seeing Bulma and Gohan standing over her, Vegeta stood pouting in the background. Bulma lifted her head, "Are you ok?"

"A heart attack?" Were her first words back in conscious.

"A what?" Gohan was confused.

Bulma sighed, "Gohan, I'm afraid you had a very mild heart attack."

"Whoa no way, are you kidding me?" His jaw dropped.

"Apparently not." Vegeta capped. Gohan frowned at him.

"But how could this have happened?" Chi-Chi asked.

"I don't know, that's why I have a few questions for you Gohan." Bulma turned to him and their eyes met. "Gohan, have you been under any kind of stress or pressure lately?"

"Uhm, yea."

"You've had a lot of work to do haven't you."

"Yea, why?"

"Gohan, when you went out late Friday night, did you drink or inhale anything strange?"

"Oh." Gohan blushed and Chi-Chi stared at him. "Yea, I did..."

"Ah, my son is a punker!" She wailed.

Bulma turned to him, "Gohan, you must tell me what you drank or inhaled."

"Well, I'm not sure what all was in the air, almost everyone was smoking cigarettes, and who knows what kind of drugs were all in there."

"In a place like that there must've been at least six different kinds." Vegeta spoke up.

"And then, I drank."

"You drank!" Chi-Chi gaped at her son.

"How much?" Bulma asked.

Gohan gulped, "A lot..."

"Oh woe is me and this delinquent son I never knew I had." Chi-Chi began to cry again.

"Chi-Chi please!" Bulma waited until it was quieter. "Gohan, I think all of this caused you to have a mild heart attack. Your immune system must have been down lately so once you got sick it added to it."

"Don't worry, this will never happen again." Gohan spoke up.

"Oh?"

"You don't have to worry, the alcohol, all of the smoke, nothing there appealed to me. I wont be going back there again for a long time." Gohan sighed.

"That's good." Bulma nodded. "Because we know from your fathers side of the family that you have inherited a heavy risk factor in heart attacks. Do you remember the heart virus Goku had?"

"Yes." Gohan cringed.

"Something bad like that could happen to you if you were to ever do something like that again."

"I see." Gohan nodded and coughed, grabbing his throat.

"Here, I have some things for you." Bulma pulled out a bag and grabbed some bottles. "These aspirin will eliminate your fever tonight as long as you rest. You'll wake up with no body aches, you'll have your energy back, you won't be dizzy, none of that sort."

"I understand." Gohan nodded, he knew the concept of aspirin enough by now already.

"And take this." Bulma handed Chi-Chi a bottle of syrup. "It's for his throat. Give him this and it should bring down the swelling of his tonsils over the next few days."

"Aw man, don't you have pills?" Gohan complained, he hated liquid medicine.

"No, I'm afraid this has to coat and stick to your throat in order for it to work." Bulma explained and Gohan just groaned.

"Meh, tonsils. Saiyans have evolved beyond the need for extra appendages like those and appendixes." Vegeta snorted.

"Oh? And what about Trunks?" Chi-Chi pouted.

"No, he didn't inherit them from me. It's a fifty-fifty chance, and Gohan must've inherited them from you since Goku would be without them." Bulma explained.

"I could always pull them out for you." Vegeta wore a sinister grin as he made a grabbing motion with his hand at Gohan's neck. "And I don't use antistatic in my tonsillectomies."

Gohan backed up and gulped, "No, no that's ok. I think I'll stick with the medicine."

Vegeta just turned and walked off, "Alright then, suit yourself..." Bulma, Chi-Chi and Gohan looked at each other and he couldn't help but shudder just a little bit.