A few minutes after Bulma destroyed the only form of communication they had, Videl decided she had successfully drained the dreaded chemical from her leg. Sure, she was feeling a bit light in the head, and perhaps the conclusion that she just had to drain a lot of blood wasn't a very healthy conclusion, but hey, it worked, didn't it?

And so, Videl Satan finally gave in to Gohan's repeated whining from outside of the bathroom claiming she was more likely to kill herself than to undo the injection. Not because of Gohan's repeated whining from outside of the bathroom claiming she was more likely to kill herself than to undo the injection, but simply because she was starting to get hungry.

Upon opening the door, Gohan, who turned out to have sunk down against the control pattern, immediately stood up.

"Videl!" he exclaimed, "You came out!"

In response, Videl smiled sweetly to her friend.

"Yes, well, you know me," she joked, "I come whenever I want to!"

Gohan looked slightly confused.

"Besides," she continued, eyeing him playfully, "Can't resist nature's roaring call, now, can I?''

Now, Gohan looked very confused.

Videl chuckled at his simplicity.

"My stomach is BEGGING me for food!"

Finally catching her drift, Gohan laughed, too.

"So, does this thing even have a kitchen, or what?" she 'subtly' hinted.

"Oh, yeah, it's amazing!" he said, and led the way to a very small kitchen. There was no fridge, and the cupboards didn't look like they could store food for over two weeks. Somehow, Videl didn't think they'd make it to Gihutarabluodemavyndoru and back within two weeks.

"Check this out!" Gohan none-the-less said, and he opened one of the cupboards.

In truth, Videl had expected to see a lot of things. But all of what she had expected was actually food.

Instead, the cupboard was stuffed with hundreds and hundreds of capsules.

"Cool, huh?" gloated Gohan, "Of course, Bulma measured the capsules for human meals, so I'd probably run through an entire cabinet within three months, but it's still pretty neat!"

Amazed, Videl glanced around. Seven, eight, nine cabinets were crammed inside the tiny kitchen. Nine times three months, that's twenty-seven months… They could hold out for two years and three months…

No, wait, thought Videl. She had to eat, too, so it'd probably be gone after two years. Two long years of being within ten feet of each other…

Feeling the world spin, her feet suddenly betrayed her, and Gohan was only just in time to catch her.

So, besides draining the poison, all that blood-loss had even more advantages? Stretching this particular advantage, Videl nested herself deeper in the comforting and surprisingly muscular arms of her dear friend Gohan.

Wait.

Hang on.

Since when was collapsing in Gohan's arms a good thing?

"Oh, NO!" she called out. Immediately upon realising her fatal error, she struggled herself free from Gohan's embrace, and ran off into the bedroom.

Immediately upon realising another fatal error, she left the bedroom and ran off into the bathroom instead. After all, the bathroom did have a lock, whereas the bedroom did not.

And yet again, Gohan was left behind rather puzzled as to why she had to lock herself in the bathroom. This time, all attempts to drain the poison were abandoned. By the sounds of it, Videl had now taken to shoving her head under the cold tap.

"Come on, Videl!" he whined, "Not again!"