Gohan blinked himself awake. His head had stopped pounding but his throat was burning like he had eaten fire. He looked around, his father was nowhere in sight. The chibi got out of bed and seached for his father.

Finding the saiyan wasn't a problem. He was in the kitchen, attempting to make what looked like soup.

"Dad," Gohan said quietly. Goku turned around and a small smile graced his features.

"Yeah?" was the simple relpy.

"What are you doing?"

It seemed like a really dumb question, but Goku had yet to get the soup out of the can and was about to put the can in a small pot.

The smile grew a little wider. "I'm just making some soup, I figured you didn't have much to eat all day and you might get hungry when woke up."

"Thanks and all, dad, but you might want to take the soup out of the can before you cook it," Gohan advised his father.

"That could help, I guess," Goku laughed.

Gohan went to the cupboard and got the can opener for the older saiyan. He looked better but his eyes were still tired and his voice sounded like sandpaper. He gave his father the can opener and left the room.

I wonder what mom's doing now... Gohan thought. Dad was never sick before? Talk about the breaks, I would love not to sound and feel like a cat was shoved down my throat.

He looked outside and saw that Vegeta was coming over. What does His Highness want know?

Vegeta walked in the door. "Kakorot!" the Prince of the Saiyans called out.

"I'm in the kitchen," Goku's voice rang throughout the rooms.

Vegeta mumbled something Gohan hadn't quite caught, but did catch a few vulgar words. He walked off towards the baka with the stupid grin.

"What brings you here, Vegeta?"

"That woman sent me over to see if your boy was still living," Vegeta spat.

Goku shrugged. "As far as I can tell." Goku peered around the corner. "Hey, Gohan, are you still breathing?"

Gohan smirked. "Let me check..." the boy listened intently for a second, "Yup!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Shut up before I'm forced to hurt one of you," he threatened.

Goku backed away. "Okay...Is there anything else you came over for?" he asked innocently.

"Ready to spar?" Vegeta asked, well commanded.

Goku looked around. That was not really what he meant by "is there anything else". "Gee, ugh,

I'd like to, but Gohan is sick, so I better not," Goku declined.

"Hn." With that, Vegeta left the Son saiyans alone.

Some fathers won't even take the time out their days to talk to their kids, Goku thought as he watched Vegeta fly off, but I just gave up something I love to spend the rest of the day looking after Gohan. Maybe I'm not as horrible as I think...

"Hey, Dad," Gohan broke Goku out of his fairly shallow thoughts. "Are you going to open that can or not?"

Goku smirked. "I was thinking about waiting for awhile, but if you don't think you can last that long, I suppose if you asked me nicely, I could open it."

"Nah, I'm pretty hungry," Gohan said, patting his stomach. "I think you should open it now."

"If you say so." Goku turned around and opened the can with ease, thanks to the can opener. He had tried opening a can before, without a can opener. Let's just say it ended with a mess, no soup and a swing of Chi Chi's frying pan. Goku grimaced at the memory.

Gohan yawned and returned to the living room. He flicked on the television and roamed throught the channels, nothing good was ever on. Although there was a wrestling match, but, being a fighter himself, Gohan changed the channel.

Minutes later, smoke rolled out of the kitchen.

"Dad?" Gohan called as he stood up to investigate.

"Yes?" Goku's voice said through the smoke.

"What happened?"

"Heh, well, the soup was turned on all the way and I was just thinking and lost track and, ummm, how do you feel about pizza or something?"

Gohan laughed as his father came out of the kitchen with soot or something like it on his face. "It sounds good, Dad. But maybe next time, you should pay attention to the soup."

The older saiyan looked down at his son. Gohan looked A LOT better. His cheeks were still kind of pink and he was still slightly pale, but he was laughing, and in any case, that beat throwing up. "How do you feel?"

"Great, my head stopped aching awhile ago, but my throat kind of hurts," Gohan replied, he continued to smile even after he had stopped laughing.

"That's good then." Goku returned to the kitchen, not really knowing what else to say to his son. He picked up the phone and dialed Mamoto's pizzeria.

"Mushi mushi," a grufff voice answered the phone.

"I'd like to place an order..." it was more of a question really.

"Hai."

Goku went on to tell the man what he wanted on his pizzas and how many he wanted (4). The man who had answered the phone thought it was quite strange to have triple of every ingredient, but obeyed.

"We will have it delivered in 20 minutes, Mr. Son," the man said.

By the time the pizza had arrived, Gohan had begun to doze again.

Goku prodded his son and waited for a response.

The young saiyan blinked his eyes open and yawned. "What time is it?" he asked, glancing around to find a clock.

"It's nearly six," Goku answered. "Are you still hungry, or would you prefer to go back to sleep?"

"I'll get up."

After a very uneventful meal, excluding the dare that Goku could eat his pizza with chopsticks and proved his son wrong, the two Sons went into the living room to watch a game show.

Gohan rested his head on his father's lap while Goku leaned against the arm of the couch. Everything was quite with the exeption of the television. The older saiyan ran his fingers through his son's messy hair.

"Dad," Gohan mumbled as he drifted into another little sea of sleep.

"Yes, son?"

"I-I actually had a lot of fun today and I'm just sorry if you wanted to do something else," the chibi apologized.

Goku looked down at his son and lifted Gohan's head so that their eyes met. "I had a great time too, but next time, don't be sick," Goku grinned and set his son's head back on his lap.

Maybe I'm a better father than I thought...