It didn't take as long as it did the last time for me to update, now did it? Mind you, this is all thanks to my cousin. Since I am not the smartest computer whiz in the family and she has posted many of her own fis on this site. Some people reviewed, but I was hoping for more. Oh well people take you time... REVIEW SOON!

"AND THE ON WITH THE STORY!"

-AAAADDYYY!" Gohan sat up gasping for breath.

He was in his room, not in some damp place with his father wounded.

Goku ran upstairs upon hearing his son's yell. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, i-it was j-just a n-n-n-ightm-mare." Gohan shivered at the sight of all the blood in his mind. He stood up and swayed, he would have fallen, had Goku not caught him.

"Where are you going?" Goku's eyes were, again, filled with concern. Gohan's had never been sick before, he probably thinks it goes away in a little while.

"I'm going for a walk to clear my head, why? Did you want me to do something?" Gohan asked quietly. It hurt for him to talk loudly after yelling for his father.

"I'm sorry, Gohan." Goku said. "But, Bulma said you had to stay in bed until your fever goes down."

"Please, Dad, just a half an hour?" Gohan begged, all he needed was a little time away from- "Wait, you mean I'm sick?" Gohan asked. I remember now, Dad was talking to Bulma and he made me stick a weird thing in my mouth - or did I dream that too? Oh, man. This is so confusing.

"That's what Bulma said." Goku wished his son would understand that he wanted Gohan to be well, but to do that, the chibi would have to rest. "Now, go back to bed. Don't make this difficult on the both of us, please, Gohan."

Gohan sighed, knowing his dad could easily overpower him if he refused. "Fine. How long until I get better? Do you know?"

"I've never been sick before, but your mother has, and she was only sick for a couple days." In his head, Goku thought, As true as that is, Chi Chi has never had a fever of 42 degrees Celsius, and even if she did, she hid it well.

Crestfallen at the answer his father had given him, Gohan crawled back into his bed. "Dad, could you get me another blanket, it's freezing in here."

Goku raised a questioning eyebrow, but walked out of the room to get a blanket. When he came back into the room, Gohan was fast asleep again.

The older saiyan put the blanket over his son and smiled. Amazing. Even if he's sick, he refuses to stay down

Never being sick himself, Goku guessed it was a terrible thing to go through. Chi Chi was sick for a week and never once hit Goku with her infamous frying pan of doom. It is just like Gohan, only minus the frying pan. They were both acting different.

Goku sat on the edge of Gohan's bed, wondering what to do next. "Chi Chi, what would you do? I mean, I should have known he was sick, but I didn't. I should have sensed his ki draining when he fell in the bushes. I should have realized it was way too weird that he wasn't hungry." Sigh. "I don't know why I even bother to try being a father. I'm terrible at it. I'm a fighter, I'm surprised they don't hate me." There was paused for a moment, listening to what he was saying. "I'm a terrible father, it's true."

Goku hung head head in shame. "I can't believe it. The one thing I love in my life except fighting, and food, I'm terrible at."

"AND END OF THE CHAPPIE!"

This chapter is shorter, but I know most of you are on the edge of your seats, yelling at me to update...You know what I want! I mean, come on people, is it that hard to type a few words about your thoughts, I'm a desperate girl looking for a life... COME ON!