Two days progressed and Gohan's conditions got better. He was still running alittle fever, but that was nothing that could not cured by burnt chicken noodle soup and lots of fluids.
Goku walked into the room to see Gohan asleep with a book in hand. He smiled. He did not see what Chi Chi was so worried about when she left for her father's, he had everything under control.
The Son looked up at a clock near by; 2:37 pm. Speaking of Chi Chi, she would be arriving home soon, give or take another hour or so. Goku had no doubt that his wife missed them, she was always worried for no reason over everything.
The older saiyan sat down beside his son and ran a hand through Gohan's hair. The small boy stiffled a yawn and rubbed his eyes.
"Hey, Dad," he greeted with a little smile. "How long was I asleep for this time?"
Goku returned the smile and felt his son's forehead. "About two and a half hours. How did you sleep?"
"Great!" Gohan exclaimed. "I think I'm getting better!"
"Almost. You're fever went down a lot and your face is just about back to it's original color," Goku answered. He patted his son on the back.
"When do you think we'll be able to spar again?" the younger of the two asked innocently.
Goku's smile grew wider. His son was so impatient some times. "Give it another day or so."
Gohan sighed, a bit let down. He suddenly perked up, remembering something. "When's Mom going to be home?"
"I think she said something about coming home at 3:30," his father answered. "Are you hungry or anything?"
Gohan paused, seeing if he was. "I'm famished!" he claimed. "I don't think I want soup anymore either. That stuff just isn't filling!"
"Okay, okay. So what do you want?" Goku asked, glad to see that his son was regaining his hunger. He, himself, was not eating as much as he usually did, but that could have been because he did not want to poison himself or Gohan with salmonila or something.
Gohan thought for a moment or so. "What about a sandwich?"
Goku tilted his head sideways. "Is that it?" he asked. "Nothing more difficult?"
"I'm glad you're up for cooking, Dad, but I just want a sandwich or two," Gohan informed. He sat up and looked at his father, puppy dog eyes were in use.
"Two sandwiches it is then," Goku said, and left the room without another word.
Gohan followed after his father minutes later. He walked into the living room and flicked on the television. Nothing was ever on on Sundays...
"Here you go," Goku announced, handing his son two small sandwiches.
Gohan gave a gracious smile. "Thanks, Dad." With that, he turned to the television and munched on his food.
An hour later
Chi Chi stepped out of the car in amazement that the house was still standing. She walked down the driveway and opened the door. Everything looked relatively clean, there was only one thing out of place. Where were Goku and Gohan?
Chi Chiran upstairs and found Gohan's room completely spotless, with the exception of a messy bed and a fewstray clothes. She checked her and Goku's bedroom next. Her side of the room was not touched, but his side was pretty messy, but that was only to be expected. She looked in the kitchen and saw a few dirty dishes.
"Where on Earth are they?" she mumbled to herself as she walked into the living room.
A smile touched her lips. On the couch was Goku fast asleep and Gohan quietly snacking on a sandwich.
"Hey, Mom," Gohan whispered, noting that his father was asleep.
To Chi Chi, her son seemed alittle worn in. Probably from training too much, she thought. "Why don't you go up to bed?" she suggested.
"No thanks, I just got up, actually," the small boy answered. He got up, walked over to his mother, and hugged her. "Welcome back."
Chi Chi hugged her son back. "Honey," she said to her son. "Is your father sick or something?"
I also want to apologize for the shortness, it was a rather rushed ending, I just hated leaving my first fic undone. Give me feed back, yell at me if you want. I did made sure that this chapter was longer that chapter 4 though! I hoped you enjoyed reading this and I look forward to your comments!
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