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Food

That evening, Kagome ignored her homework (not that she really knew what they were doing in class) to work in the kitchen. She had heard enough stories from Yamcha and Puar about a saiyan's appetite, had seen it first hand with Trunks. And she wondered how Gohan's eating habits were and if they were as bad as InuYasha. Which was hard to picture, the demi saiyan was a stark contrast compared to the half-demon..

"What's with all the food," Yamcha curiously asked, grabbing an eggroll.

Kagome promptly slapped his hand, causing him to drop it. "Don't touch. It's for Gohan."

"Gohan, eh," Yamcha inquired, raising an eyebrow in genuine curiosity. He wasn't sure about how he felt on the idea of his daughter dating, but Gohan was a good kid.

Kagome rolled her eyes at his tone. She caught on to what he wasn't saying. "It's not like that. He's just been really helpful. And I wanted to thank him."

Yamcha smiled and fondly ruffled her hair. "In that case, you might want to double everything."

Kagome blanched, she had already made so much. At this rate, she was going to be cooking all night.

Gohan yawned tiredly as he lazily got out of bed. He had gotten up much earlier than usual to stop his mother from making him lunch. His mom was very territorial and he had chickened out the night before.

Having a long history of feeding three saiyans, his mom had perfected the art of portions for her boys. And though he would miss her cooking, he wanted to show Kagome his gratitude for her thoughtful gesture (no matter how much it may pain him).

"Gohan, you're up early," ChiChi remarked, meeting her son in the kitchen.

Chuckling nervously, he ran a hand anxiously through his hair before speaking, "Yeah, wanted to get to school early today. I'm meeting up with Kagome and she wanted some help with her homework."

ChiChi smiled pleased to see her son was making friends. "Okay dear, just give me a moment. I will have your lunch ready in no time."

"About that, uhhh…you see, Kagome is making me lunch today," he managed to get out, before quickly adding, "As thanks, for helping her out."

ChiChi's eyes narrowed and she angrily crossed her arms. "What? You're a growing boy and you need to eat your mother's cooking. Not some girl's you just met."

Deflating under his mother's temper, he nonetheless stood his ground. "You know I love your cooking mom. It's just one meal."

"Fine," she reluctantly spat out.