Gohan swagged up to the Satan Mansion, swinging his arms as he grasped a modest bunch of flowers in his hand. He'd picked them this morning, after he remembered Videl stating that she loved the blue wildflowers around his house, and didn't like shop bought bouquets. Something about it being romantic, but Gohan didn't care. He was a cheapskate and grateful to not have to fork out 5 zeni for some flowers. He smirked.

He knocked on the door loudly, rather than using the doorbell because he knew it irritated Hercule. When there was no angry yelling, he began to worry. Usually at this point the "world champion" was jabbing his fat finger in Gohan's face and hollering about respect. Today though, no answer. Feeling the small family's ki, he opened the door and followed the sniffling to their living room.

"Gohan? Hey, *sniff*, why don't you come sit down? We're only about ten minutes in." Videl softly spoke gesturing to the seat next to her which was slowly being filled with an ever increasing pile of used tissues. He gazed around the room and noted the pandemonium. Videl was buried under blankets, as she lazily leant against the sofa. Her file was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, her eyes worn and sleepy, and her nose red from all the running snot. His gaze crept across the room, seeing the upturned pile of DVDs that usually occupied the small cabinet between the twin set, looking as if someone had been rooting through. What shocked him was the most, however, was Hercule Satan. His nose was running wild, he was sporting a fluffy pink snuggy and had a hot water bottle clutched against his chest.

Gohan gasped, and barely found the words to express his surprise.

"What... What's wrong with you two?" Gohan quizzed, seriously perplexed by the occurrence.

"We're ill, genius, with the flu. Jeez, under all that hair is there even anything there?" Videl snapped, striking Gohan with her fiery gaze and making him look sheepish. He stuttered, mumbling about how he's never had the flu. Videl tutted, and drifted her attention back to the TV.

"OH GOHAN! I CAN'T BEAR IT! MY HEAD IS SPINNING FURIOUSLY AND MY NOSE IS ALL ICKY!" Hercule shouted, drawing the attention to himself, like always. Gohan jumped about ten foot in the air before his heart returned to a normal pace. Mr Satan started sobbing, he really hated being ill.

"Don't just stand there Gohan, go hug him." His fierce girlfriend demanded.

"Hug him? Why on earth would I want to do that?"

"Just do it, it's the only way to calm him down." Gohan stayed still, looking at her as if she was insane. Although his wailing ceased to stop, his ears were beginning to hurt, so he trudged over to the second couch.

He reached down towards the supposedly burly man, and cautiously leaned to hug his future father-in-law. Suddenly his torso was constricted, and Hercule pulled the startled saiyan next to him, and cried into his shoulder.

"Oh Gohan, why do I have to be ill? I'm the strongest man on earth, I hate to be so weak," Hercule sobbed, ruining Gohan's green shirt. Amazingly, Gohan resisted the urge to point out the fact that he was always weak, and instead tried mumbling comforting words. Videl rolled her eyes, embarrassed at her dad and disappointed at Gohan's ability to be the least comforting person ever.

It was only then that Gohan noticed the movie that they were watching and found himself even more worried about the severity of the situation.

"What are you watching?" Gohan gasped in horror.

"It's dad's favourite movie to watch when he's feeling down." Videl explained, as if it were the most obvious thing.

"Your DAD likes this movie?"

"Yes Gohan. And he's also sitting right there, underneath your godlike physique."

Gohan gushed, while Mr Satan poked out his head from the saiyan's torso.

"How do YOU know that his physique is godlike? I distinctly remember telling you two that you are to remain six inches away from each other at all times..." Hercules ramble ended when he brushed his hand up Gohan's front and felt the chiselled abs of his daughter's boyfriend. His physique was incredible. He made a huff of approval, before facing Videl and winking at her.

"You done good girl, you done very good." Gohan shrieked like a girl and levitated off him, almost smashing through the ceiling. Videl smirked, winking back at her dad as if to say "I know."

Finally recovered, Gohan floated back down and landed as far as possible away from Hercule. He gasped at the exchange between the Satans, and stood dumbfounded. Videl was irritated by her boyfriend's dumb facial expression and snapped.

"Gohan, god help me, if you don't shut your mouth before you literally turn into a fish, I will injure you." Gohan clamped his mouth shut, and looked at her helplessly.

"Now come sit down, I wanna watch the rest of the movie."Videl pleaded, finally looking like her carefree self. Gohan relaxed at her demeanour, and plopped his but on the couch after discarding the tissues. He grabbed her hand, but leaned away when she went to kiss him. He didn't want her cooties. She huffed, but Gohan whispered something in her ear and she giggled.

"Gosh you guys, I'm trying to watch my favourite film!" Hercule grumbled, and tossed a cushion in Gohan's face. They blushed but otherwise remained silent.

A few minutes later, Gohan whispered to Videl again.

"I still can't believe this is your father's favourite movie. I swear both my ears and eyes are bleeding."

"Shut up. He's ill, he has the right to watch movies. And anyway, Bridget Jones' Diary is a great film." Videl countered. Gohan shook his head, and tried to focus on the British chick flick in front of him.