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"-ohan?!? Wake up!"

Gohan sat up, shivering. It was freezing in there. His father was sitting in the edge of his with a worried expression on his face.

Oh no, Gohan thought in horror. I fell asleep, now he really knows something is wrong.

"Thank Kami. You were screaming. What is going on, Gohan? Why are you shivering like that? Are you sick or something?" Goku looked so concerned it suprised Gohan his father could be that serious.

Sick, duh, Gohan concluded. That's what is wrong with me! Why did I have to be so stupid, I mean, it isn't that hard to notice you feel like crap. I guess there is no hiding it now. Here I go-

"Dad, I-" Gohan started, stopping very quickly. The food was going up again, he had to get out of there, quick!

Gohan ran out of the room as fast as his legs would allow him to go which was pretty fast since he was half saiyan .

"Gohan! Come back here! What's going on?" Goku ran faster than Gohan did and stopped Gohan dead in his tracks.

Oh no, not now, please not not, Dad. Gohan wanted to scream at his father to move, but when he opened his mouth he vomitted all over his father. After that, everything when black.

"Gohan... whoa. What the-?" Goku was too startled to speak at first. Then realizing what had happened, carried his son to the living room and placed him on the coach, ignoring the fact his son puked on his gi.

Now what, genious, Goku asked himself. Think. Think. Think. Um... This would be so much easier if Chi Chi were here.

Goku imagined his wife taking over the situation, then stopped. Chi Chi would most likely cry over her son, and then get mad at Goku for not noticing it before it happened.

"What if I called Bulma?" Goku asked himself. "She's smart, she will have to know what to do!"

Goku picked up the phone and dialed the female genious' number. It rang several times before a voice came on the other end.

"What do you want?" The raspy voice of Vegeta said.

"Vegeta! Answer it right!" Bulma yelled. "Or else I won't cook for a week!"

"Fine, woman! Hello?"

"Uh, hi, Vegeta. Could I talk to Bulma, it's really important?" Goku pleaded with the saiyan prince.

"Woman, it's for you." Vegeta said to his wife.

Bulma took the phone out of the prince's hands. "Hello?"

"Hi, Bulma. Could I ask you a question?" Goku rushed the words out of his mouth.

"Sure. Go ahead, Son Goku."

Goku took a deep breath. "Gohan is sick, he passed out and I don't know what to do, could you help me?"

"Where's Chi Chi?"

"She is at her father's place helping him do something. Please, Bulma? PLEASE!?!"

"Okay, fine. Lay Gohan on his side, alright? Then get some smelling salt, blankets, a thermometer, and water."

"Okay, I'll be right back, don't leave."

"Don't worry, I won't. Now go get that stuff."

Before Bulma had finished, Goku had already left.

"Let's see," he said, talking to no one special, considering he was the only one awake. "Water, blankets, thermometer, and, oh what was it? Um, oh yeah smelling salt!" Goku ran all over the house gathering all the stuff his son needed to get better.

On the other end of the phone, Vegeta asked, well, more or less told Bulma to tell Kacorot that they were going to fight in the GR.

GR Gravitational Room

"Vegeta, Gohan is sick and Chi Chi is at her father's, so Goku needs to take care of his son." Bulma explained calmly to her husband.

"What's that? Kacorot's son is ill? He shouldn't be able to get sick if he were only half saiyan, so that means that he is less than half a saiyan. Pitiful."

Bulma could not believe she was hearing that. "Who cares? Vegeta, Gohan is sick, nobody cares what race he is right now!" She yelled. Gohan was like a son to her. He was always sweet and kind, just like his father.

"Bulma? I'm back." Goku's voice said through the phone. "I have everything. Now what?"

He sounds distessed, it must be really serious, Bulma thought. "Okay, Goku. Place the smelling salt under Gohan's nose and move it back and forth, okay? He should wake up after that."

Goku did so, hoping that Bulma was using the right treatment for his son.

Gohan's eyes fluttered open and he coughed. "Ugh, what is that stuff?" Gohan complained.

"Okay, Bulma, now what?"

"Okay. Now, feel his forehead. Is it hot?"

Goku pushed Gohan's bangs out of his eyes, and felt his forehead. It burned at the touch. "Yeah, it's really hot."

"Ask Gohan if he's cold." Bulma instructed.

"Son?" Goku asked softly. Gohan weakly looked up at his father. "Gohan, are you cold?"

Gohan nodded, still wondeing what was going on. Why don't I remember? Why is he talking to Bulma like that?

"He nodded and he's shivering like crazy." Goku said through the phone. He sat next to his son, putting a blanket over Gohan and embraced him gently.

"Dad," Gohan mumbled in a way that didn't seem to be his own. "What is going on? Why are you talking to Bulma? Why is it so cold in here?"

Goku looked at Gohan with such sympathy in his eyes that Gohan thought he was going to cry."I'll tell you later, but right now will you please co-operate with me? I want to make sure you will get better fast, okay?" Goku almost whispered to his son.

Gohan nodded and closed his eyes. "Okay, Dad

"Now what?" Goku asked Bulma.

"Place the thermometer in his mouth and make sure it stays under his tounge, Goku, or it work be right." Bulma said. "Got it?"

"Got it," Goku said. "Son?" Gohan opened his eyes. "Gohan, open your mouth, please."

Gohan did so and a small device went under ader his tounge. Gohan stared at it, and after awhile, it beeped.

Goku pulled the thermometer out of his son's mouth and glanced at it. "Bulma, it say, 112 degrees Celcius. Is that good?"

( 'O' )For those of you who use Farenheit, 112 degrees Celcius is really hot, I'm not sure how hot in Fareenheit but it is hot( 'O' )

"Goku, that's terrible! His fever is really high. Put him to bed right away, okay, Goku?" Bulma sounded worried, and it was not her normal worry, it was her, "mom's worry".

The concern grew in Goku's eyes. "Okay, Bulma. Good-bye and thank you for your help!" He quickly hung up the phone.

He glanced at Gohan who was breathing heavily with his eyes shut once more. Goku nudged his son. "Gohan? Gohan?"

Gohan mumbled something Goku couldn't understand and kept his eyes closed.

Poor guy, Goku thought. He wore himself out again. Maybe I will just carry him upstairs, it would be alot easier on him that's for sure.

Goku picked his son up and carefully carried him up the stairs.

Placing Gohan easily on the bed, he quietly ran downststairs to fetch the blankets Bulma told him to get. He put the blankets on his sleeping son, who breathed heavily in a deep rest.

"Gohan, please get better soon, you know I hate to see you like this." Goku sighed from the stress he had been unwilling to get out of. "Son, I don't think you can hear me, but if this gets any worse, I'm calling your mother, alright?"

This is stupid, Goku thought, he can't hear me, and I know it. I just wish I had someone I could talk to, anyone. Maybe I should call Chi Chi, she would know how to handle this better than I am right now. Even with Bulma's help, it's no work of Chi Chi's. I hope you are getting along great at your father's, honey. I know we need you here.

Please R&R! I have nothing else to look forward to in life! Please!!!