Scars – Chapter 12
After lunch, Gohan and Videl talked for awhile, until she began yawning, and Gohan's attention on the conversation began to stray as he fell to watching her movements quietly. He was feeling very strange, unlike he ever had before. It was as if all of a sudden, Gohan felt... different about his best friend, and that worried him immensely.
Gohan knew very well that his mother wanted to get he and Videl together. She had been yammering about it since the first day they'd met. But Gohan hadn't felt that way until about an hour ago, when he saw her successfully blow up the cliff. And now, he was so nervous and confused, that he didn't want to be around her at all. It was simple convenience that she appeared to be nodding off sitting up.
"Videl... you look tired. Do you want to go home?"
Videl blinked at him, frowning. "Well I thought I'd stick around here for awhile... hmm... but a shower sure sounds like a great idea. Yeah... maybe I ought to go home. Thanks for lunch Gohan. For someone who's mom cooks so well, you sure make great sandwiches." Videl gave Gohan a grin, standing up and stretching. She rubbed her full tummy and made for the door.
"Bye Videl, I'll drop by your window later maybe... If I can mange to get along with Dad tonight I thought I might try... I'm still thinking about what you said."
Videl left, which put Gohan all by himself in the normally noisy Son home. It was eerie that it was so still and silent, the only noises that Gohan could hear at all were the chirping birds in the trees outside the kitchen window. He frowned, shaking his head and sifting his fingers through his hair.
'I hate being alone... nobody's here... maybe I ought to go see what Dad and Goten are up to... they'll probably be in for lunch soon if they don't catch a fish and settle for that. Gee... maybe Mom wants some help with her shopping? Carrying all that stuff... wait... she's got those capsules Bulma gave her now... *frown* she doesn't need my help.'
Gohan sighed and went upstairs, taking a shower because he had nothing better to do. When he was clean and dry he changed into more normal clothes than his purple gi. He put on a pair of blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt, rubbing his eyes. 'I've been getting headaches a lot... I wonder what that's from? Maybe I should ask Mom if she might know? Hn... but then she'll worry.'
As if it were a sign from Dende, (and with all due credit going to our little green god, it was) ChiChi came in the door at exactly that moment, calling out to see if anybody was home. Gohan was happy that his mom was home, he was already tired of being alone and Videl had only been gone for twenty minutes.
"Gohan, young man you have some explaining to do!" ChiChi started the second Gohan got into the kitchen.
"What happened between you and your father this morning... you know you broke the screen in your window flying out of here so fast?! Imagine, my little boy running away from me! I'm hurt Gohan! Now tell me what happened!"
"Mom... I have a headache... can you talk quieter please?" Gohan tried, putting his hand to his head and immediately regretting it. Now he'd probably be stuck in bed with a thermometer in his mouth all day, knowing how over-protective and over-worrisome ChiChi was.
"Oh! My baby's sick? What's wrong sweetie... Mommy will fix it... do you have a fever?" ChiChi rushed to the medicine cabinet, leaving all her un- capsulated groceries on the kitchen table and counters. She retrieved the thermometer, ran it under some cold water, and popped it into Gohan's mouth, feeling his forehead.
"Gohan you feel fine... there's no need for this." She pulled the thermometer out and frowned at it, looking up at her son, who was taller than her. "You've got a headache?"
"Yeah... its not really bad... uhm... actually I've been getting them for awhile... headaches, I mean. I get them after studying a lot."
"Why didn't you tell me? Am I working you too hard? Well now that you're in university it should be fine... hmm... well take some Tylenol and lay down for a little while."
ChiChi put the thermometer away and exchanged it for four extra strength Tylenols, which was a light dose, she'd learned, for her son or husband. It seemed the drug wasn't nearly as effective on saiyajins as it was on humans. Gohan shook his head.
"Mom it's fine, it'll go away if I just lay down, I don't need any of those, they don't really do anything anyway. Uhm... I'll be in my room."
ChiChi's eyes followed Gohan out of the room and she got to putting the groceries away, stocking up the fridge and cabinets to keep her three boys well-fed. Come to think of it, she seemed to be missing two of them. "Gohan? Where are your father and brother?" She asked, halting Gohan's retreat from the kitchen.
Gohan felt for their ki, finding it to be relaxed, indicating that they were no longer sparring, but more likely paying in the lake, or talking, or... or... whatever it was that fathers and sons did together when they got along. "They're at the lake mom... I'm sure they'll be home for dinner, don't worry."
"Ok honey... go get some rest."
Gohan left the room and went to his own, closing the door behind him. He took the jeans he'd only just put on off, leaving them on the floor because he intended to wear them later. He slipped between the sheets and laid on his back with his arms behind his head.
'Man... I wonder if I 'like' Videl... I better not tell anybody, especially not her. I know she doesn't like me like that...' These thoughts preceded Gohan on his journey into sleep, which overcame him only a few minutes after he'd crawled in bed for a nap.
After lunch, Gohan and Videl talked for awhile, until she began yawning, and Gohan's attention on the conversation began to stray as he fell to watching her movements quietly. He was feeling very strange, unlike he ever had before. It was as if all of a sudden, Gohan felt... different about his best friend, and that worried him immensely.
Gohan knew very well that his mother wanted to get he and Videl together. She had been yammering about it since the first day they'd met. But Gohan hadn't felt that way until about an hour ago, when he saw her successfully blow up the cliff. And now, he was so nervous and confused, that he didn't want to be around her at all. It was simple convenience that she appeared to be nodding off sitting up.
"Videl... you look tired. Do you want to go home?"
Videl blinked at him, frowning. "Well I thought I'd stick around here for awhile... hmm... but a shower sure sounds like a great idea. Yeah... maybe I ought to go home. Thanks for lunch Gohan. For someone who's mom cooks so well, you sure make great sandwiches." Videl gave Gohan a grin, standing up and stretching. She rubbed her full tummy and made for the door.
"Bye Videl, I'll drop by your window later maybe... If I can mange to get along with Dad tonight I thought I might try... I'm still thinking about what you said."
Videl left, which put Gohan all by himself in the normally noisy Son home. It was eerie that it was so still and silent, the only noises that Gohan could hear at all were the chirping birds in the trees outside the kitchen window. He frowned, shaking his head and sifting his fingers through his hair.
'I hate being alone... nobody's here... maybe I ought to go see what Dad and Goten are up to... they'll probably be in for lunch soon if they don't catch a fish and settle for that. Gee... maybe Mom wants some help with her shopping? Carrying all that stuff... wait... she's got those capsules Bulma gave her now... *frown* she doesn't need my help.'
Gohan sighed and went upstairs, taking a shower because he had nothing better to do. When he was clean and dry he changed into more normal clothes than his purple gi. He put on a pair of blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt, rubbing his eyes. 'I've been getting headaches a lot... I wonder what that's from? Maybe I should ask Mom if she might know? Hn... but then she'll worry.'
As if it were a sign from Dende, (and with all due credit going to our little green god, it was) ChiChi came in the door at exactly that moment, calling out to see if anybody was home. Gohan was happy that his mom was home, he was already tired of being alone and Videl had only been gone for twenty minutes.
"Gohan, young man you have some explaining to do!" ChiChi started the second Gohan got into the kitchen.
"What happened between you and your father this morning... you know you broke the screen in your window flying out of here so fast?! Imagine, my little boy running away from me! I'm hurt Gohan! Now tell me what happened!"
"Mom... I have a headache... can you talk quieter please?" Gohan tried, putting his hand to his head and immediately regretting it. Now he'd probably be stuck in bed with a thermometer in his mouth all day, knowing how over-protective and over-worrisome ChiChi was.
"Oh! My baby's sick? What's wrong sweetie... Mommy will fix it... do you have a fever?" ChiChi rushed to the medicine cabinet, leaving all her un- capsulated groceries on the kitchen table and counters. She retrieved the thermometer, ran it under some cold water, and popped it into Gohan's mouth, feeling his forehead.
"Gohan you feel fine... there's no need for this." She pulled the thermometer out and frowned at it, looking up at her son, who was taller than her. "You've got a headache?"
"Yeah... its not really bad... uhm... actually I've been getting them for awhile... headaches, I mean. I get them after studying a lot."
"Why didn't you tell me? Am I working you too hard? Well now that you're in university it should be fine... hmm... well take some Tylenol and lay down for a little while."
ChiChi put the thermometer away and exchanged it for four extra strength Tylenols, which was a light dose, she'd learned, for her son or husband. It seemed the drug wasn't nearly as effective on saiyajins as it was on humans. Gohan shook his head.
"Mom it's fine, it'll go away if I just lay down, I don't need any of those, they don't really do anything anyway. Uhm... I'll be in my room."
ChiChi's eyes followed Gohan out of the room and she got to putting the groceries away, stocking up the fridge and cabinets to keep her three boys well-fed. Come to think of it, she seemed to be missing two of them. "Gohan? Where are your father and brother?" She asked, halting Gohan's retreat from the kitchen.
Gohan felt for their ki, finding it to be relaxed, indicating that they were no longer sparring, but more likely paying in the lake, or talking, or... or... whatever it was that fathers and sons did together when they got along. "They're at the lake mom... I'm sure they'll be home for dinner, don't worry."
"Ok honey... go get some rest."
Gohan left the room and went to his own, closing the door behind him. He took the jeans he'd only just put on off, leaving them on the floor because he intended to wear them later. He slipped between the sheets and laid on his back with his arms behind his head.
'Man... I wonder if I 'like' Videl... I better not tell anybody, especially not her. I know she doesn't like me like that...' These thoughts preceded Gohan on his journey into sleep, which overcame him only a few minutes after he'd crawled in bed for a nap.