Dun Dun Dun! I do NOT own DBZ

or its characters! Nothing a marriage

proposal won't fix though…

My Baby Shot Me Down: Chapter 3: China Girl

The weeks passed by Gohan like flies. His only motivation to get out of his bed was to relieve himself of the foul odor that surrounded him. Last time he checked, it had been about 3 months since his bride and brother left him standing like a fool.

This particular morning seemed a bit more dreary than the others. Fall had taken its course and stripped nature of its vibrant colors and life. All there was left was a reflection of how Gohan felt inside; dead. Rain continued to pour on outside his window but he paid no attention to it. His focus was locked on to the fact that his vacation was beginning to look like a complete leave of absence. The only reason there wasn't a search party looking for him was because Trunks and Sharpner checked up on him every single day.

Come to think of it… they should be coming soon. It was a quarter to 4 and he was determined to remain hidden from society for the rest of his life. The only thing that really baffled him was the fact that he didn't see the stupid affair go on before him. How could he be so naïve? Never in his life had he felt so stupid. He admitted to being clueless to the matters of love, but this was just ridiculous. His own brother. The thought of it revolted Gohan to the point where he felt acid was running down his throat.

"Gohan! If you're dead, I'm keeping your car!"

The crushed man rolled his eyes and remained stone still. Sharpner was here. There goes his silent afternoon. He could hear the blonde man's Armani shoes tap down the hallway, making his way to the final resting place of Son Gohan.

"There you are! If I were to come decisions based off of smell, I would be driving away in your car by now. Seriously? When's the last time you showered?" he teased, pinching his nose and kicking clothes out of the way.

"Go away…" Gohan groaned.

"No can do. Bulma said if you don't come to work tomorrow, you're no longer employed. Capsule Corp can only go so long without a financial officer."

Gohan winced. Work. What a joke. He only got job because of the beauty of nepitism. He'd rather stay in bed than go back to work. Everyone would be whispering. Look at that poor fool. I heard his own brother stole his bride.

"No, thank you. You take my job."

Sharpner laughed as he opened the blinds of Gohan's dusty windows. "Nice to see you still have a sense of humor. Let's not ruin my good looks by making people think I do all that nerd stuff. As the spokesman, I'd be crucified by the babes. Now come out of bed so we can get to work on your appearance."

Realizing that there was no movement from Gohan, Sharpner flipped the bed sheets, exposing Gohan to the world. "Thank Kami, you're wearing underwear," Sharpner cried.

Gohan, getting a shock of emotions for the first time in months shot out of bed and glared at Sharpner. "And if I wasn't!?" he yelled.

Sharpner let go of the sheets and dusted his hands. "Well, that was a risk I was willing to take. I had to get you out of bed someway. You look like a garbage dump, and I'm gonna need at least 8 hours to clean you up."

A wave of foul smelling milk and rotting beans hit Gohan's nose. It couldn't kill him to shower. Sharpner noticed the change in Gohan's attitude and placed his hands on his hips. "I got you a new wardrobe. I have some cleaners coming in an hour to spiff up your place; which from the looks of your room, they might need to bring a laser to burn off the grub. Go shower, and I'll take care of everything else."

Gohan raised an eyebrow. Why would he need a new wardrobe? He always felt fine with his own clothes… Sure he may have looked out of place, but he felt comfortable. He nodded and surrendered to the bathroom as Sharpner walked towards his closet. Gohan stopped to see what he was going to do but Sharpner only shooed him away.

"I remember she gave him most of his clothes so, here's to cleaning it up." He muttered to himself. Sharpner had hoped that Gohan would bounce back quickly, but it seemed as though the whole incident left the poor man dead. A walking shell. The thought of it boiled his blood. Just how could two individuals choose to do harm to quite possibly the kindest man on the planet? Sure he was geeky, but he was a good guy. When he heard the water running and got his cellphone out. His fingers quickly dialed Trunks' number.

"Hello?"

"Got him to shower. So that's a win." Sharper informed placing the phone bewteen his ear and shoulder, holding it in place as he continued to rummage through the closet.

"Really? Well how about that? You didn't tell him about the-"

"No! You'd think he be showering if I did?"

"True. Well, I'll be over in 10 minutes."

"Take your time. It'll take a while to get him cleaned up."

As Sharpner finished cleaning the closet of any clothes Videl ever got Gohan, the shower stopped. Sharpner focused his eyes towards the direction of the bathroom and yelled, "Oh no! You scub your body at least 5 more times!"

A faint reply could be heard through the heavy door, "My skin is red and raw, Sharpner!"

"Well keep scrubbing until you see blood!"

Sharpner needed Gohan to both look and smell presentable. Capsule Corp is having a mixer and plenty of people will be attending. And by plenty of people, Sharpner meant women. He and Trunks were hoping that by throwing him into the world again, he might come out stronger than ever.

Sharpner heard the bell ring and went to go see who it was. As he opened the door, the blob of lavender immediately gave it away.

"I come baring cologne!" Trunks grinned, holding up an black paper bag.

"Should've brought more." Sharper grimaced.

"Where is he?" Trunks asked looking around for Gohah.

Sharpner nodded to wards the general direction of the bathroom. "Still scrubbing."

"Still?"

Sharpner scoffed at Trunks and widened his eyes. "I'll be surprised if that stench will ever wash off!"

"Well, he'll need all of the prepping he can get. We can't let him waste away… I just wish we could wave our magic wand and avoid this whole situation." Sharpner rubbed the back of his neck and nodded. He couldn't look at Trunks when he said that. This whole situation could have been avoided. If Trunks had just said something.

Hush… I got another one out. I really can't wait to get Trunks in the hot seat. XD Momo out!