Warnings: Some cursing and a little weirdness with Goten...well maybe it all depends on how you guys take it. Anywho ENJOY!

Goten's POV

"I'm so fucking hot!" No not like sexy hot I mean like suffocating in heat equaling that of a volcano hot. I hate being this hot. I hate being sick! Damn that flu virus! I get hot then I get cold; hot, cold, hot, cold. The madness never ends! And the worst of it all is that Liz doesn't even seem to care! The only mercy she has shown me so far is to just bring me food. That's it and the food isn't even good! I keep throwing it up for crying out loud, meaning that by body says that it is total crap!

I sweat all the freaking time wether I'm feeling hot or cold, and every time I stand up it's like the whole world decides to do cartwheels on me. SO now I'm stuck crawling my way to the bathroom just so I can barf my fucking brains out!

Ok calm down. Breath in, breath out. There now, no need to get all worked up over nothing, we must save our energy and concentrate on getting well.

"Yeah easier said than done."

"Goten are you talking to yourself again?" Did she have to sound so sarcastic?

"No Liz, I'm talking to Russell" I could hear myself speak, I sounded terrible! My nose being stuffed up is most definitely NOT a good thing. A real nasal sounding voice is so not my thing.

"Oh..." yeah that's right go ahead and forget about me, you punk ass little bitch. I should kill her for this.

"What are you talking about?"

I'm talking about the way she's been treating you. You need to get better so that I can get back to work! And the fastest way for you to do that is to have her nurse you back to health.

"Gee, thanks for the sympathy..." I muttered, raising my voice a little I said "Hey Liz you might want to watch your back when I'm better, it seems that Russell feels like killing you...again."

"Ohhhh like I'm really scared of him" She could be really sarcastic sometimes...and it really gets on my nerves..."Well I'm going out, here's your dinner and don't stay up too late."

"Yeah right..." I said as I heard the front door slam shut. For someone who was supposed to really care about you, Liz sure did have a funny way of showing it. Oh well I guess the fact that she's a full saijin just makes her more aggressive than me. I am only half after all...

I lay my head back onto the armrest of the couch closing my eyes. I wonder if that guy is a full? Or maybe he's a halfie like me...I dunno but I should find out soon enough...We'll see if Tom gets me the proper medication this time...

Trunk's POV

I couldn't get Goten off my mind. I had to see him...now. So I decided that instead of booking any appointments I would keep my schedule open so that I could go and see Goten.

The next day after I got off of work I headed home. Once there I quickly showered and dressed in casual clothing and then headed for the bar. The same bar slash club that Goten and that girl liked to perform at.

On my way in I was surprised to see Tom. He was walking down the street, a brown paper bag in his right hand. "Hey Tom." I said as he approached me.

"Good evening Trunks. Here to just hang out or to watch a show tonight?"

No use lying to the guy, "well actually I was hoping to see a show tonight and maybe meet one of the performers afterwards."

Tom nodded an idea seemed to be forming in that little head of his. "Well just so you know there won't be a show tonight" he said his voice a little grim.

"What? Why not?" I said. I could tell that my disappointment was made obvious but at that moment I really could care less.

"Well..." Tom seemed a little hesitant as if he really wasn't sure if he should tell me something or not. I noticed him glance at his watch as if calculating the time...

"Come on Tom, don't play games with me" I said becoming irritated.

"Oh alright" so he finally gave in. Whoa there! All of a sudden Tom was shoving the little brown paper bag he had been holding into my hands. "Take this and go around back of the building walk two blocks down the alleyway and then turn left. You'll see what looks like a run-down house that's about to cave in on itself. Go to that house, don't even bother to knock and just walk right in. You should know what to do when you get there."

"Wait, Tom what are you talking about? What will I find at this house?" I said slightly puzzled and confused.

"Don't ask questions kid, just trust me and do as I say." With that he turned his back to me and entered the bar firmly closing the door behind him.

Shrugging I turned and went around the building as Tom had said. There was only one alleyway so at least I didn't have to worry about getting lost. I followed Tom's directions carefully not even bothering to look inside the paper bag, I just carried it along with me.

Once I was at the house I began to hesitate. Did I really trust Tom enough to just walk into this house unannounced? Perhaps...Well I'd followed Tom's directions this far so I might as well go ahead and follow the rest. He did say that I would know what to do once I went inside.

So without a second thought about the consequences of my actions I walked right up to the door, turned the nob, pushed the door in and stepped inside.

The second the door was shut I could hear this groaning sound. I began to wonder exactly what I had gotten myself into.

Walking down the hallway a few steps, I followed the sound and eventually turned into what looked like a living room. There laying upon a rather fluffy looking couch was the most beautiful sight that I could ever lay eyes on.

He was laying on his back one arm draped across his eyes the other hanging limply off the side of the couch. He had a thin sheet covering him from about the middle of his bare chest all the way down to his toes. Near his thighs I saw the tip of his tail, laying on the floor. I couldn't help but grin at the sight of his tail. He had a tail just like I did...except his wasn't all bent out of shape like mine was...literally

I slowly walked over to him, trying not to make a sound. "My head is killing me" I froze wondering if he knew that I was there. Then again he must know that I was there or else he probably wouldn't be talking.

Seeing a chair next to his head, I walked the rest of the way towards it and slowly sat down. Still I had not said a word. "I sure hope Tom got the proper drugs this time" he said, and not even bothering to look he reached his free arm over and held open his hand palm up. It didn't even dawn on me that he knew that I wasn't Tom. For some reason that thought never crossed my mind.

Reaching into the little brown paper sac that I held in my hand's I pulled out a small bottle of god knows what and placed it in his hand. "Thank's...sexy"

"WHAT!" I said as I leaped out of my chair stumbling over backwards and knocking it over. I couldn't contain myself had he really just called me sexy?

I saw his small mouth curve into a smile as he slowly removed his arm away from his face, at the same time bringing the bottle that I had just handed him up to eye level so that he could look at it. Rolling his eyes in my direction he nearly whispered "I knew it was you." That was all that he said as he turned his gaze back to the object in his hands. Opening the bottle he took out two of the pills then carefully replaced the lid and then set the bottle on the floor.

Opening his mouth he carefully dropped the pills in and down his throat, not even bothering with water. He then closed his eyes and began to breath slowly.

It was at that moment that I noticed that his face was all red, and that there were little beads of sweat on his face. Glancing around from where I stood, I noticed a small bowl of water with a wash cloth in it.

Setting my chair upright again I slowly reached over and grabbed the wash cloth, ringing out most of the water I sat down. Looking back over at Goten I couldn't help but grin. He looked so helpless at that moment and for some reason I couldn't help but feel a need to take care of him. Looking down at my hand I saw that I was still holding the damp cloth. It was cold to the touch which was probably what he wanted. Without thinking I leaned forward and gently dabbed at Goten's forehead.

I nearly jumped out of my seat again when his hand suddenly came up and grabbed mine. Yet I was somehow able to hold my position.

Opening an eye just a crack, he looked at me...then he smiled...which caused me to smile back at him...he was so...beautiful...beautiful... "Thank you..." It was spoken just barely above a whisper as if his voice would crack if he spoke any louder, yet I heard him as clearly as if he had yelled it. I only nodded in response, at which point he closed his eye again and slowly drifted off to sleep.

I sat with him for an hour more. Just sitting there holding his hand, knowing that he was suffering from just a fever yet still wanting to be there to comfort him. What am I thinking? I barely know this guy, I've only seen him what? Like one time! And here I am sitting with him comforting him when all he has is just a fever!

What can I say? Well I think his fever has finally broke through. At least his face isn't so red anymore. And he seems to be sleeping a little better. Slowly I stood up, still holding his hand. I leaned down and gently lay my lips upon his knuckles in a type of kiss. Laying his hand down upon his chest, I watched him for a moment more. Then slowly turned away from him and left the house.

Heading back the way I had come I walked right past the bar, and headed home. Once there I changed into my sweats and crawling onto my own couch I lay down and went to sleep.

That night I dreamed about him. About how I sat there with him, holding his hand and keeping his face cool. It was the most peaceful dream that I had ever had. A rare dream that I would cherish for the rest of my life.

The next day I knew that I had to see him again. I have to talk with him, I have to have a real conversation with him.

I woke up feeling...happy. I was actually happy to be alive, happy to have been born. It's been quite a while since I was last happy to be born. I was...well in my case overjoyed. Some would say I was lovesick, I don't think so just happy to be on the planet is all.

That day I was quick to get my work done and hurried through everything that I did just so I could get to the bar and see if Goten was there. If he wasn't...which I was kinda hoping that he wouldn't be, then I would just go to his house and visit him...

Ok so maybe I was getting a little too comfortable with the idea of me visiting Goten...a little too comfortable with my assumed knowledge that he wanted me around, and enjoyed my company...despite the fact that we had never had a real conversation. For all I knew he was just happy that I brought him something to bring his fever down. Well I guess I will find out when I see him later today.

Ok so now back to the story...I went to the bar sat at my now usual spot, talked with Tom for a bit, found out that Goten was feeling better and would be performing and I decided to stay.

Go me...

I'm not exactly sure what I had been expecting. But I was most surely not expecting what happened that night. Goten acted as if I didn't even exist. Not once did he look me in the eye, and when he just so happened to look in my direction it was as if he was looking right through me. Like I wasn't even there!

Ok so now I was a little confused. Perhaps a little angry and hurt...but I think more confused than anything. Once the show was over Goten just went back behind the curtains and didn't even come back out, though that girl he performed with did. She went over and sat with whom I assumed were her friends.

I thought about asking Tom if he knew anything about it, but for some reason I decided against it. I wanted to think things over before I went to talking with the bar tender. And think things over I did. That night I went back to my apartment and began considering everything that I had not even bothered to consider before.

For example I began to wonder if he was even gay. That thought was shot out of my mind because it didn't really matter, I wasn't gay so why should he be? I didn't bother to dig deeper on that thought.

I began considering other possibilities as to why he would avoid looking at me. Could he be embarrassed? Or angry? Was it possible that he wanted nothing to do with me? Or was he just overly shy? What if he had wanted me to follow him? No...if he wanted me to follow him he would have made eye contact or given me some sort of sign.

I thought about all of this as I went through my usual routine. Showering, eating, dressing, and then of course sleeping. Well maybe not the sleeping part seems how I ended up having another nightmare about my past...but before I went to sleep I decided that I would just ignore it for now and go back to the bar tomorrow and see how he reacts to me again.

Narrator's POV

Unfortunately for Trunks he was soon to be disappointed. Disappointed in fact over two week's time. For in that time frame Goten continued to avoid looking at him. Trunks began to get frustrated and began questioning his own motives as to what exactly he was doing. He began to wonder if Goten believed him to be a stalker of some kind. He continued to think about speaking to Tom about it, but he was never able to find the right words in which to phrase exactly what he wanted to say to Tom. Yes he wanted to know why was it that Goten no longer looked at him, why was it that Goten seemed to be avoiding him at all possible chances?

Two long and hard weeks passed before Trunks finally found the words and the courage to speak his thoughts and feelings to Tom the bartender. The one man who seemed limitless on his knowledge about Goten...the one man that Trunks felt he could trust.

To be continued...

Ok so what did ya guys think? Let me know, I'm a very curious person after all. ;)