It was Monday, but Gohan wasn't going to school today. He didn't feel well, he didn't want to go. She would be there. Chi-Chi stood in the doorway.
"Gohan, aren't you going to get up?"
"No." Came the muffled reply into the pillow.
"You don't have to hide yourself from her."
"I'm not."
"Oh?"
"I just don't feel good, ok?"
Chi-Chi sighed, "Ok." Whatever he'd say to make it feel any better.
Later that day, Goten walked by and saw Gohan still in bed, "Mommy, how come Gohan gets to sleep in and I gotta get up?"
"Because you have a play day scheduled with Trunks, remember?" Chi-Chi smiled down at him.
"Aw, but mom, he keeps on wanting to play with stupid Marron. He's gonna get cooties." Goten gasped. "Oh no, me and Trunks shared a soda! Mommy, mommy, you gotta get me a cootie shot!" Goten jumped up and down to be picked up.
Chi-Chi picked him up, "Ok then, I'll take you to see Bulma right now." But first she'd check up on Gohan one last time. She knew he was stronger than this, Videl was holding up just fine, she went to school, but sometimes Gohan had inherited some of his father's childishness. "Gohan, we're leaving." No reply, was he asleep? "Gohan?" She went over and pulled the sheet from over his face. She gasped when he found it all flushed and dotted with sweat. "Oh no, Gohan!" She placed her fingers firmly upon his clammy cheek. "No, no! Not again!"
"What's wrong mommy?" Goten asked, tugging on his mother's shoulder.
"Goten, go get Gohan a glass of water." She set him down. "Quickly now!"
"Ok mom." He ran off.
"Oh no, Gohan, not again." Chi-Chi panted, she shook him. He groaned, stirred awake.
"Mom?" He looked up, his vision kinda dark and with an occasional green spot. He rubbed his head. "Oh wow, what hit me?"
"It better not have been a party." Chi-Chi's sudden stern voice shocked him. "Gohan, on Friday, what did you do?"
"Nothing!" He coughed at the yelling.
"And why did you have a bad talk with Videl?"
"Mom, I...."
"Gohan, please just tell me, I promise I won't get mad."
Gohan sighed, "Ok, I went back to the club on Friday and Videl got mad at me when I called her, saying she wanted us to just hang out by ourselves."
"You went back to the club despite what we've all told you!" She wracked him.
"Ow, mom!" Gohan held his arms up for defense. "You said you wouldn't get mad!"
"That's right I'm not mad, I'm infuriated!" She continued to lash out on him.
"Mommy? You still want that water?" Goten asked from far in the doorway.
"Yes Goten." She took it from him and gave it to Gohan, her sweet voice turning into a sharp tongued whip. "Alright now mister, you get out of bed, we are getting you to Bulma's right now!"
Gohan drank and smirked, "No mom that's ok, I don't want you to go outta your way..."
"I'm going there already, so come on!" Chi-Chi literally pulled him out of bed.
"Whoa!"
Soon the three arrived at Capsule Corp. At the door, Trunks and Goten immediately ran off into the yard. Vegeta approached the open door and looked up and down at Gohan who was wearing wrinkled clothes and had a sheet wrapped around him. Chi-Chi stood next to him, pouting and tapping her foot as puffs of steam shot repeatedly from her.
"So, what do I pay to the pleasure of this visit?" Vegeta finally spoke up.
"Sweet innocent little baby boy got a relapse." Chi-Chi muttered sarcastically.
"I'm still open with the tonsillectomy option." He smirked.
Chi-Chi scowled at him, "Believe you me, Vegeta, I've long had it in mind and I might hold you up on your offer." She walked inside.
Gohan followed her but Vegeta's voice stopped him, "Oh goodie! And remember, I don't use anesthetic!" Gohan shuddered again.
After being told what happened, Bulma came to a conclusion, "From what it seems, Gohan inherited more than just Saiyan blood from his dad, but also the heart virus gene."
"So does the spawn of Kako have the virus?" Vegeta asked. Gohan gave him a look.
"Most likely, I'll have to examine him." Bulma turned on a computer.
"What killed the old man should surely kill the son as well." Vegeta smirked and rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Then I'll help myself to your vital organs, the black market pays very handsomely for strong healthy ones."
"But I'm sick." Gohan taunted.
"So? Should still get a hefty bundle." Vegeta snapped on a rubber glove, sending a surge of uncomfortable fear up Gohan's spine.
"Alright now Gohan, get on the table please." Bulma instructed and Gohan took off the sheet and sat down on the table. Bulma took off his shirt and placed some wires on his chest. The readings were measured on the machine monitor. "Ok, from what this readout says, you're starting to get a light case of the heart virus."
"Oh no." Chi-Chi sobbed.
"Hopefully we're catching it early enough." Bulma began to scurry through some things.
"Wait, what?" Chi-Chi looked up. "But I thought you didn't have the antidote made yet."
"Well we do have one that looks promising, but it's in the testing stages." Bulma replied.
"So, I'm a guinea pig then hu." Gohan smirked.
"Oink like the little fatty that you are!" Vegeta poked him in the stomach.
"Hey!" Gohan covered himself. Vegeta just smirked and folded his arms.
"So what do you want to do, it's all up to you." Bulma approached Chi-Chi.
She looked over at her son, "I don't want to loose him like I lost his father, the virus was too much for me to bear. So imagine how it must feel to the victim! Seeing him suffer so, I don't want him to go through that, though he may deserve it." Gohan looked sheepish. "I'll say we do it, we have to at least try."
"I thought you'd say that, I'm glad you agree." Bulma smiled.
"Drat, and here I was hoping for some beer money." Vegeta scowled.
"I hope you weren't serious." Bulma frowned at him.
"Oh?" Vegeta just smirked back. "Of course not dear." She looked away, he scowled.
"That's more like it." Bulma turned back to Chi-Chi. "All Gohan has to do is take the bottle as one dosage and we should see some immediate recovery... if all goes well."
"Yes, yes do it, do it before it's too late, I don't want him to suffer!" Chi-Chi grabbed Bulma by the shirt.
"Ok, ok!" Bulma opened the bottle and went over to Gohan. "Now I know you don't like liquid medicine..."
"Aw!"
Bulma ignored his complaint, "But this is life or death here, so just suck it up."
"Aw, I don't wanna." Gohan pouted in a childish voice.
"Please, Goten is easier to get to take his medicine." Chi-Chi rolled her eyes sarcastically.
"Want me to hold him down?" Vegeta cracked his knuckles. Bulma nodded.
"Oh no!" Gohan got up and readied to run.
"No you don't!" Vegeta flew over and tackled him to the ground, holding his limbs back with his own arms and legs, like a submission hold. "Quickly now, get it into him!"
Bulma ran over, "Come on now Gohan." But his mouth was firmly shut. "Great, somebody get the forcipes."
"Oh no, I've got one better." Vegeta smirked and used his arms to hold Gohan's behind then grabbed his face with his hands. "Saiyan strength! Open wide."
Gohan struggled to keep his mouth shut to no avail, "No!"
Bulma shrugged as Gohan's mouth grew wide, "I would've settled for ah, but oh well don't look a gift horse in the mouth, er rather look Gohan in the mouth."
"Damit woman hurry up before he bites me!" Vegeta yelled.
"Alright, alright!" Bulma poured it all into his mouth. Vegeta shut his mouth and held his hand over it. "Get him to swallow it!" Bulma noticed he was trying to spit it out.
"Not a problem." Vegeta rubbed Gohan's neck, making him swallow it. He let out a gasp of air and Vegeta flew off him, landing on his feet. "There, I should really become a doctor." He looked at his hand approvingly, then smirked back over at Gohan.
"Oh geez! If I wasn't afraid enough of you and doctors as a child, you as my family doctor would scare me literally to death!" Gohan caught his breath and stood up.
"I'm still open." Vegeta made the grabbing motion with his hand.
"Will you stop with that already!" Gohan got up into his face with a fist.
"Hmm." Bulma placed a hand on Gohan's forehead, causing him to freeze from growling. "No fever." She pried open his mouth. "No swelling." She looked at the monitor. "Yup, looks like it worked, everything's back to normal."
"Yay!" Chi-Chi cheered.
"Drat..." Vegeta pouted.
"Oh my baby boy is all well!" Chi-Chi hugged him close and smothered him with kisses.
"Ah, Vegeta? Can I get a motherectomy?" Gohan choked.
"Oh fine, I'll be able to remove something today." Vegeta picked her up and carried her to the door with Gohan in toe. "Now, leave my house." He plopped her outside.
"Vegeta!" Bulma gasped.
"Please."
Goten ran to the porch with Trunks, "Mom, Trunks threw grass at me!"
Trunks shoved him aside, "Mom, Goten made me eat dirty worms!"
"Ew." Both mother's cringed.
Gohan just shrugged, "Heh, I think I'm gonna go home now and study."
Vegeta stomped his foot, "I want my tonsillectomy!"
"You can have them when I'm dead!" Gohan shouted back.
Vegeta smirked and grabbed a shotgun, "Then let the games begin!"
"Ah!" Gohan ran off, the others just watched as Vegeta gave chase over the lawn.