It was a beautiful Fall day. The trees green leaves were fading to orange and red, the wind blew gently, and Halloween decorations were everywhere. The local town in Satan City was having their annual Harvest Festival. Families all around stopped into the local stores, and booths were people sold their crafts. It wasn't the right place for a short man who was easily distracted, and his wife who had to keep pulling him away from everything.

"C'mon 18. I wanted to get one of those little turtles. You know how Master Roshi collects these things," Krillin cried as 18 grabbed him by the ear to pull him away. Their daughter, Marron, was holding 18's hand as they walked through the streets. She was holding a balloon with a picture of Hercule on it.

"We don't have time to be shopping for Roshi," 18 said letting go of Krillin's ear. "I told you I wanted Marron to learn to play the violin, and I told the guy we would be there a half an hour ago."

"We can always make another appointment when there's not so many cool things around," Krillin said. "Besides, Marron is too young to learn something so hard."

18 grabbed Krillin by the collar.

"You have to teach them while they're young," 18 said. "She's at that age where she can learn quickly, and one day she'll be a famous violinist, and I don't have live with that pervert for the rest of my life!"

"Okay, okay," Krillin said, threatened for his life. "Please don't kill me."

If that's not love then I don't know what is.

18 let go of Krillin, and went to grab her daughter's hand. When she reached, she could not find the tiny hand.

"Marron," 18 cried as she looked around in the crowd. She could not see her daughter anywhere. "Marron where are you?"

Marron was running through the crowd as the wind blew her balloon just out of reach. She was crashing into people, trying to keep her red balloon in sight. She finally broke free out of the crowd as she ran across the street to follow her balloon. She tripped on a crack and fell on the ground. She looked up to see a car driving right towards her. Marron closed her eyes and screamed.

She felt her body being lifted up from the ground, and soon she was spinning. Someone was holding her tightly.

"Are you okay?"

Marron opened her eyes and look up at her hero. She saw a young man, black spiky hair, wearing a white tank top. She looked around and saw they were safely off the street, sitting on the ground, and landed on a strip of grass.

"Marron!" 18 ran across the street with Krillin in tow, and quickly grabbed her daughter in a tight hug. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? What were you doing running across the street like that?"

Krillin quickly caught up to 18. He saw the young gentleman, starring at her…shocked?

Gohan, the young gentleman who saved Marron, could not believe his eyes. 18, with a kid…since when do androids have kids?

"Are you okay," Krillin asked. Gohan looked at Krillin, with the same look still on his face.

"Yeah," he replied. He cocked his head to the side. "I guess it was the whole shock of running in front of a car…or something."

18 turned and looked at Krillin.

"You idiot! This is why you have to pay attention instead of looking at stupid crafts! Our daughter could have been killed!"

"Daughter," Gohan spoke to himself. He looked at Krillin, with a full head of hair, and then at 18. He saw Marron stick her head out, and clench onto 18's shirt. She had a small nose, just like her father, but her mother was an android.

"My balloon," Marron cried as she pointed to the sky. Krillin looked up and saw the red balloon floating up high. He jumped up in the air, grabbed the balloon, and floated down to the ground. Marron smiled as she grabbed her balloon. "Thank you Daddy."

Gohan finally stood up from the ground. 18 put Marron on the ground, Krillin gave her a hug and tied her balloon on her wrist.

"Thank you for saving our daughter," 18 said with a soft smile. "That idiot over here was too busy looking at turtles!"

Krillin sighed. He held Marron's hand.

"I'm sorry," he said. Better to take the fall them be murdered by your wife. He looked up at Gohan. "You're fast! I didn't even see you run onto to the street!"

"I did track in high school," Gohan said lying through his teeth. "But your daughter is okay, right?"

Marron hid behind Krillin.

"She's fine," Krillin said patting her on the head. "She's just shy. Marron, do you want to thank, uh…"

"My name is Boss."

"Boss for getting you out of the street?" Marron buried her head deeper into Krillin's back. "Well, she says thank you, and so do we."

"Not a problem," Gohan said. Now was the perfect time for an escape. "I have to get back to work. I have an appointment with a client who wants to teach their daughter to play violin. They're running late, but I'm sure they are at the store now."

"What a coincidence," Krillin said with a smile. Gohan had a bad feeling in his stomach. "We're going to a music store to teach our daughter to play violin! You must have talked to my wife, 18. My name is Krillin. Let me guess, you work at TJ's Music Store right?"

Gohan began second guessing his decision. He should have saved Marron, then run like hell away from 18 and Krillin. Then call, cancel the appointment to teach Marron how to play violin, and give them a teacher who was a few blocks down.

Gohan put on his best, fake smile.

'I hate my life' Gohan thought to himself. His mind was soon distracted by the ringing of his cell phone. Gohan reached into his pocket and looked at the number. He didn't recognize it, and felt his stomach drop. Part of him wanted to answer the phone, and the other part was screaming at him not to. It could be important. Gohan, thinking it was better just to answer, answered his phone. "Hello?"

Krillin and 18 watched as Gohan's face went pale with a look of pure disgust on his face. Gohan sat back down on the ground, put his elbow on his knee, and rested his head on his hand.

"I hope everything is okay," Krillin whispered to his wife.

"How did you get my phone number Vegeta," Gohan yelled on the phone. Soon Krillin had the same look Gohan recently. Krillin sat down on the ground, looking at Gohan in disbelief. "I didn't want to give you my number for a reason! I'm going to kill Owen next time I see him…what do you mean you're at the music store? How do you know where I…Don't destroy anything in the store! I'll be right over!"

Gohan shoved his phone back into his pocket and laid down on the grass. Krillin leaned over

Gohan's head, his face white like a ghost.

"H-how do you know Vegeta," Krillin asked, slightly terrified that this guy was just like Vegeta. Gohan looked at Krillin. He stood back up and brushed his fingers through his hair. He looked at Krillin.

"How do you know Vegeta," Gohan asked.

"He tried to kill me once," Krillin answered. "And my wife almost killed him. It's a long story that's hard to explain."

'Don't need to…I was there,' Gohan thought to himself has he made his way back to the store. Krillin and his family followed Gohan back to the music store. 18 was asking questions about the violin, and if Marron was at the right age to learn. At least the conversation was a good distraction before seeing Vegeta again.

By the time they made it to the store, Gohan informed 18 and Krillin all about the violin. All they needed to do was sign Marron up for lessons, and get her measured for a violin.

Gohan and Krillin stood in front of the store as 18 and Marron walked in. They knew what was behind those doors.

"It's your store, you go first," Krillin said trying to smile to hide his fear.

"You're the customer. You go first," Gohan said reaching for the door and pulling it open.

"I insist! You saved my daughter from a car, so you should go in first."

"If you really want to thank me for saving your daughter then you will go in first and say hi to Vegeta."

Krillin was defeated. He took a deep breath and made his way in the store. Gohan took this opportunity to have a nice cigarette break. He saw Vegeta and flashed a cigarette in his hand. Vegeta noticed how scared Krillin was, and decided to have a little fun while Gohan smoked. Vegeta gave a nod, and smirked.

Krillin heard the door close behind him, and noticed that Gohan was outside. He looked over at Vegeta, and saw the smirk plastered on his face.

Gohan walked away from the store and sat on the curb.

"This is bad," Gohan said running his fingers through his hair. "Something tells me that I'm going to be running into everyone. I guess it's a good thing, considering that I don't know how long I have to live." Gohan inhaled his cigarette. "I'll be seeing Goku sooner than later. Son of a bitch."

"You know…smoking is going to kill you." Gohan noticed two little feet from the corner of his eye. Why was there a kid sitting next to him? "You should eat chocolate instead!"

"Chocolate gives you cavities," Gohan said flicking ash off the tip of his cigarette. "Have you ever had a root canal before?"

Gohan looked over to see who exactly was sitting next to him. His cigarette dropped to the ground as his eyes went wide.

The kid looked exactly like his father. Same orange gi, same hair, same everything. He was at a loss of words.

"No," the little Goku said as he kick a rock. "I've had cavities before and my mommy got real mad at me, but she always yells at Trunks' mom because she always smokes."

"Uh…yeah it's real bad," Gohan managed to speak. Who was this kid? "You're mom…sounds smart."

"Yeah, but my brother is the smartest!" The little Goku look a-like smiled wide. Gohan was confused. "He has a lot of smart books, and they're like" Goku kid made his arms spread out, "this big! And they don't have to pictures!"

"Your brother sounds cool," Gohan said. 'He sounds like a total dork.'

"He's the best," the little Goku said. His smiled faded. "I haven't met him yet, but from I hear from my Mommy and Daddy and Mr. Piccolo he's smart and strong." The little kid put on the saddest looking face Gohan has ever seen. "So, if you know someone named Gohan, can you tell him to come home? My mommy and daddy miss him so much, and me too!" The kid reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture. He handed it to Gohan.

The picture was of him, with his mother and father, before the fight with the androids. His hair was messy, long, and sticking out from all angles. Gohan remember taking this picture. Goku was going to have the heart disease, and his mother wanted to have a family photo, just in case the medication didn't work. They were dressed up nicely, Goku and Gohan with suits and ties. His mother dressed in an old fashion pink kimono, with cherry blossoms on the kimono.

"He's a lot older now," the kid said as Gohan handed back the picture. "So if you're in the library, or school, or someplace where smart kids hang out can you let him know we're looking for him?"

"Goten!"

The little kid looked in the direction of the voice. Gohan looked as well. He knew that voice as well, even though it has been years since he last heard it.

"I gotta go," the child now named Goten said. "Bye!"

Goten got up from the ground and trotted in the direction of the voice. Gohan watched as Goten stood beside a lady with a yellow dress. The crowd was hiding her face, and by the time he could get a good view he watched as his mother hold Goten's hand.

Gohan stood up from the step. He quickly sat back down, his forehead on his knees, since the world around him was spinning. He had a brother. He had a brother that he left behind because of their father. If he knew his mother was pregnant…would he run off like that? The poor kid grew up without a father, and a brother who went missing.

'My mommy and daddy miss him so much…'

Did his mom find someone new, or was his father back?

The person who knew the answer was right there in his store. Gohan's stomach began to toss and turn. He wouldn't be feeling this way if he didn't meet Krillin, or Goten for that matter. His brother, his little brother who didn't know he was actually talking to his older brother, was looking for him. They never met, and here this kid was talking about how smart and strong his brother is.

He couldn't tell the kid that the brother he was describing wasn't the same brother anymore. Gohan never felt this guilty before.

When the world stopped spinning Gohan managed to stand up. From the window he could see Vegeta talking to Krillin, and Krillin with his head down. Gohan took a deep breath, and put on his poker face. He had to get the paper work filled out for Krillin, and then talk to Vegeta. Once Vegeta left Gohan would finish working, head home and crash.

Sadly, Gohan's poker face sucked. Vegeta knew right off the bat something was wrong, and even Krillin noticed the change in the atmosphere. Gohan noticed they noticed, and did his best to smile.

"My uh, guitar is going to take a while in the shop," Gohan said. Vegeta soon learned that Gohan was an awful liar. "My poor baby. You trip and fall on it once and it cracks. Are you ready for the paper work?"

"That guy at the counter got it," Krillin said. "He even measured Marron for the right violin size."

Gohan looked over at his co-worker, Mike.

"Are we that slow that you decided to do some paper work," Gohan asked. Mike was short for his size, and his hair reminded Gohan of Trunks' hair. It was dirty blonde, with some natural blonde highlights. He was average in weight, but always wore baggy clothes.

"When you have this guy," Mike said pointing at Vegeta, "talking to this guy," pointing to Krillin "on how one day he'll beat the crap out of him for stepping on his foot, I decided to interfere and save this short guys life."

"I can save my own life thank you very much," Krillin said with a confirming nod. Gohan, 18, and Vegeta just looked at him. No one believed a word he said. Gohan brushed his fingers through his hair.

"Krillin, 18, I'll call once the violin comes in and we can make appointments for practice," Gohan said. "We're flexible, and we can do days and nights."

"Good. We can go home," Krillin said picking up Marron. "Thanks again for saving my daughter, and I'm sorry that you met Vegeta."

Vegeta merely grunted in response. Gohan watched as the family left out of the store. He still couldn't believe Krillin got with 18, and they had a kid. Great, now another friend of the past has come back. Gohan looked at Vegeta, his poker face fading.

"We need to talk," he said, his voice hard to hear. He looked over at Mike. "Going in the office."

"No problem Boss," Mike said, flipping through a magazine. Mike was one hard worker.

Vegeta followed Gohan into a room. It was small, with metal shelves holding folders and books. There was a desk in the middle of the room, with a computer on it…and papers. Tons and tons of paper were on the desk, and placed unevenly in two bins. The room didn't have much light, but it did have a desk lamp on the table. A chair was sitting in a corner, by it's lonesome self. Gohan pointed to the chair as he walked over to his chair behind the desk. Vegeta grabbed the chair and sat on the other side of the desk. He folded his arms.

"Friends from all around keep coming back to you, huh Gohan," Vegeta asked. "Or should I just call you Boss like everyone else?"

"Boss is what I would rather be called," Gohan said leaning back on his chair. "By ourselves, I don't care." Vegeta just nodded. Now, time for the important question. "How the hell did Krillin knock up 18?"

"The Dragonballs," Vegeta answered. "It was about a year after the Cell Games. The second wish was to make her human instead of an android. What she sees in that midget I'll never know."

"That explains the kid." Gohan turned his head away. "I met another kid too. Looks exactly like Goku."

"Kakkorot's other brat," Vegeta answered. "Trunks likes playing with him. They've become friends."

"And you and Goku are enemies."

"I hate family gatherings with Kakkorot's family," Vegeta complained. "Ever since you disappeared your mother convinced Bulma to have these stupid get togethers."

Gohan leaned forward and put his elbows on his desk. He rested his head on his left hand.

"She's probably lonely," Gohan said with a soft mumble. Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"For someone as smart as you I assumed you would have figured it out by now." Gohan looked at Vegeta. Apparently, Gohan still hasn't caught on. "A year after the Cell games 18 became human."

"Yeah I got that. That was the second wish." Vegeta looked at Gohan. He was waiting for the hamster to run in it's wheel, the gears to turn, the pencil to sharpen! There was a staring contest between the two. Suddenly, the hamster starting running, the gears were spinning, and the pencil had a point. "What was the first wish?"

Vegeta could see Gohan wasn't well. Gohan's face was pale, and looked weak. Vegeta noticed his breathing was off, slowly inhaling and exhaling through his slightly parted mouth.

"The first wish…" Vegeta watched Gohan's facial expression. "was to wish your father back to life."

Gohan looked away.

"So he's alive," Gohan said, keeping eye contact away from Vegeta.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I'm not going to mention any names, but once a certain someone disappeared off the face of the Earth Kakkorot felt to blame," Vegeta answered. He still did not get any eye contact from Gohan. "He felt if he returned you would come home. He didn't realize what he did until your mother had your brother. Apparently, the Namck was talking to your father through King Kai about the whole thing."

"So do you expect me to pack up my things and head home as if nothing ever happened," Gohan said shooting a look at Vegeta. He was pissed. "I have a family, a real fucking family, and I don't plan on leaving them."

"I'm not saying you should. In fact, I prefer you the way you are now. I'm sick of your happy go lucky family. They're always bragging how they care, and how they miss Gohan, and how love will save all. Stupid useless crap. One day I will destroy your father!"

Gohan looked over at Vegeta. His face was more relaxed, not as bitter as it was a few minutes ago. If anyone hated his father more than he did, it would be Vegeta.

"This sounds like a friendship in blooming," Gohan said sitting back in his chair.

"Keep supplying me the free drinks and I'll think about calling you a 'friend.'"

"As long as I can call you Veggie-chan!"

"Call me Veggie-chan and you will die as well."

"If I don't call you Veggie-chan then you will no longer get free drinks at the bar." Gohan and Vegeta went into a staring contest. Vegeta stood up from the seat and mumbled under his breath.

"Whatever. I don't care," he replied. "And I'm only doing it for the free drinks!"

Gohan smirked.

The smirked quickly faded as he went into a coughing fit. Vegeta watched as Gohan grabbed some tissues of the desk and coughed onto them. Gohan pushed back his chair and bent over to the side. Vegeta watched as the coughing slowly subsided, and Gohan looking at the napkin in his hand. Vegeta saw the napkin too, covered in a dark red liquid.

Blood.

"Remember when I said that I have a shitty pair of lungs," Gohan said, his voice cracking. "This is one of the side effects." Gohan crumbled the tissue in his hand and threw it in the trash can. He pulled out his cell phone and place it on the table. He stuck his head between his knees, doing his best to control his heavy breathing. "Call Owen. Tell him it's a code orange. He'll know what you're talking about."

Videl stood in front of the store. She still couldn't believe she was here, and she couldn't believe that she came here for a guy! She just met him, and all she did was think about him all day and last night. She wondered he thought about her, or even remembered her name. Videl only hoped this idea wouldn't kick her in the ass in the end.

As Videl walked in the store, she saw the bar tender talking to an associate. Seymour saw Videl and grinned from ear to ear.

"Well what do ya know," Seymour said making his way over to Videl. "I can't believe you actually came! Boss said that you were coming, and I called him a liar."

"You probably owe him twenty bucks too," Mike said, getting a good look at Videl. "You are just as he described you as. You are cute."

Videl blushed. Maybe he was thinking about her.

"Where is Boss," Videl asked. "He said he was going to be here."

Seymour smirked.

"He's sick," he answered with the smirk on the face. "He wasn't feeling well, so Owen picked him up and took him home." If Boss was so sick then why was this guy smiling the whole time.

"He felt bad since he wanted to see so bad, and he wanted to share a cup of cocoa with you. I can give you his address, and you can stop by and see how he's doing. I'm sure he would really like that."

"W-we just met. I don't want to intrude if he's not well."

"Owen's there, and Toki too. I'll give you the address. You can go if you want to, if not I'll leave Boss a message that you came by." Seymour walked over to the counter. He grabbed a random sheet of paper with a random pen. "His apartment is easy to get to. It's not too far away from here, walking distance even. There is a stretch of road you need to be careful on, but luckily it's not real busy." Seymour handed Videl the sheet of paper. "Only if you want to."

Videl grabbed the paper from Seymour's hand.

"I may send him a get well soon card," Videl said tucking the paper in her pockets. "Thank you."

Videl quickly shuffled out the door. Seymour only smiled, while Mike began texting on his phone.

After some thinking, and a trip to the grocery store, Videl stood in front of an apartment door. How she got there she wasn't sure. She went to the store to grab some snacks since she was hungry. So she grabbed some crackers, some soup, and a word search book. After she bought the items did she realize that she really did not want soup, or crackers, but maybe some soup and crackers would make Boss feel better. The word search could be something he could do if he was stuck in bed.

Keep thinking that Videl.

Videl took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She heard some noises, and then a voice.

"Pizza!"

The voice did not sound like Boss.

"Meow-ma!" (Pizza!)

That wasn't Boss either.

The door swung open with Owen on the other side. He had a smile on his face, but once he realized that it wasn't the pizza man, he frowned.

"You got my hopes up," Owen whined.

"I'm sorry," Videl said in a question. "Um…is Boss here?"

Owen looked at her, he smiled.

"Boss is sick," Owen said as he leaned in closer to Videl. "But you can always stay with me for a while."

Videl watched as something hit Owen on the head. Once it landed on the ground Videl saw it was a hard cover book.

"That book just slipped right out of my hands."

Videl knew that voice.

Gohan walked over and picked up his book. His leather jacket, black pants, and perfect spiked hair was replaced by baggy sweat pants, long sleeved shirt, and his hair in different angles. Owen rubbed his head, and walked away to sit on the couch. Gohan looked at Videl, a small smile on his face.

"How did you know I lived here," Gohan asked, his voice dry.

"Seymour," Videl said, not sure if it was a good idea to come. "He said you weren't feeling well, and he gave me your address so I can see you. I went to the market to get myself a snack and ended up getting soup and crackers instead. Since soup and aren't really a snack I thought that maybe soup would make you feel better."

"When I'm all better I'm going to kill him," Gohan said as he opened the door. "Come in."

Videl walked into Gohan's bachelor pad. Owen and Toki were sitting on the couch watching TV. The living room was filled with books and music equipment. The floor was covered with papers with some drawings, and some of it looked written on. That was about it for the living room. There were some pictures on a table near the balcony window, and the table in front of the television was covered with papers, and one cat toy.

'Definitely a bachelor pad,' Videl thought as she looked around.

"Sorry for the mess," Gohan said looking at all the papers all over the place. Most were songs he started to write, some were doctor's bills, and the rest was just something he would deal with later, whatever those papers were. Maybe they weren't that important. "I've just been…busy."

"Extremely lazy is the word you're looking for Boss," Owen said. "The cat toys has been here for two weeks now."

"Meow ow me meow mrow mew mew mrow." (That's because he hasn't had inspiration to write.)

"Lack of motivation?"

"Merow meow meow mrow." (Too much on his mind.)

"Yeah…I guess I can't blame him." Owen looked over at Gohan. "How is Mu-Ma doing?"

Gohan brushed his fingers through his hair.

"She's doing okay," Gohan answered. He looked at Videl. "Mu-Ma is my mother, well…more of an adopted mother."

"You're adopted," Videl asked. Gohan nodded. "If you want history on your original family I can sneak into the police station and get the information!"

Videl was willing to sneak into the police station for him?

"I know my biological family," Gohan said. "Things happened, but I don't let the past bother me."

"Meower!" (Liar!)

Luckily, Videl did not speak cat. Although she was a little freaked out that Owen was talking to a cat.

"No I'm not," Gohan said to Toki. These guys were losing their minds. "I'm perfectly fine."

"Meower/Liar," both Owen and Toki said. Gohan gave them both a look. Owen rolled his eyes.

"Fine. We'll keep our mouths shut." Owen threw his arms in the air then folded them. "Poopy head."

Gohan ignored that last comment. He was too weak to fight words with words, but once he was better he'll be able to fight back. Right now, he just wanted to go back to bed. He did not expect Videl to come over, and he really did not want her to see him like this.

"If you want, I can make you some soup," Videl said. Gohan looked over at Owen.

"How come you never made me soup," Gohan asked. Owen looked at Gohan, then looked at Toki, then back at Gohan.

"Because…" Owen slowly answered. He paused. "You have no soup?" Gohan slowly nodded in agreement. He never really kept a lot of food in the house. Usually when he was sick he slept it off, or ate some ice cream to hold him over. "Hey Boss, maybe you should take a nap. I'll show Videl where the pots and pans are."

Gohan merely nodded and headed over to his bedroom. Toki jumped off the couch and followed

Gohan into the bedroom. Gohan pulled the door behind him, but left it open a crack for Toki.

"Does he have a stomach virus," Videl asked Owen. "Or is it a bad cold?"

Owen got up from the couch. He pondered for a bit, started tapping his foot, and then shrugged.

"Well most people know anyway so why not one more," Owen responded. "But first, the kitchen!"

Owen lead the way into a little hallway known as the kitchen. The oven was on one side with the fridge right next to it. On the other side was a sink and dish washer. The microwave was up near the cabinets, and a very small marble counter. Cabinets were above the oven and fridge as well.

"Not much room to move around," Videl commented. "I guess he doesn't cook much?"

"He can cook, but it's mostly just for him," Owen said pulling out a pot. He saw Videl open up the fridge. She noticed the nice selection of beers, a package of processed cheese, a quart of milk, and mayonnaise. She closed the fridge and opened the freezer. TV dinners and Rocky Road Ice Cream, and of course ice. Videl closed that as well.

"Let me guess, he's a master at the microwave."

"He's the top chief in Instant Dinner!" Owen pulled out the can opener out of a drawer.

"Anything else you need?"

Videl looked at the pot, and the can opener.

"I think that's all I need. If I need something I can probably look for it myself."

Owen walked out as Videl made soup.

Someone was knocking on the door.

"Pizza!"

"Meow-ma!" (Pizza!)

Videl watched as Toki ran out of the bedroom. She peeked into the hallway and saw the pizza man handing Owen the box. She could smell it from the kitchen, but something in the air didn't smell right. Owen plopped the box on top of the table and opened it up. Videl walked over to the pizza, to see where that smell was coming from. Owen saw her looking.

"Want some pizza," he asked. Videl looked in the box and saw pepperoni…and once slice anchovies. That explains the smell. Owen put the pizza with the anchovies on a plate. He put it on the ground. Videl watched as Toki jumped on the ground, and began to eat the pizza.

"I don't think he's allowed to eat pizza," Videl said.

"Toki just eats the fish," Owen said. He then took a bite out of his pizza. "The rest gets thrown off the balcony for the birds to fight over."

What a bunch of weird people. Videl was thinking of excuses to leave, like her imaginary boyfriend just called her. She got herself into this mess.

Videl was quite proud of her 30 minute soup. Cooking it only took five minutes, the rest was trying to figure out how to turn on the stove, where to find the spoons, does the oven work, why was it unplugged, why did it start smoking when she plugged it back in, and that's when Videl threw her hands in the air and put the soup in the microwave. Now she understood why Boss never cooked.

She was able to find a pot holder to carry the soup to Boss. Owen was passed out on the couch, and earlier Toki sneaked back into the bedroom. With everyone asleep, Videl could easily sneak out as soon as she dropped the soup off. This was a strange day for her. Here she was going over some boy's house, making him soup, and people talking to cats. Maybe she was starting to get sick. Yeah…that had to be it!

Videl carefully opened the door to Boss's room. She noticed a lamp on a table to her left, but with that table were papers. She did a quick glance around the room and found a dresser, with picture frames and more random pieces of paper. Being slightly curious she put the soup on the ground to look at the pictures.

One of the pictures showed Boss and his band, relaxing in a room with their equipment. There were many pictures of Toki, a few of him asleep, a few of them with Boss, and some just too cute for words. It was nice to see Boss had a soft side towards animals.

Looking around for pictures other than Toki, she found pictures of what looked like a younger Boss. His hair was out of place, popping out in all angles. There was another guy with him, black hair tied in a pony tail, wearing a leather jacket and white shirt. That outfit looked familiar. She saw a picture frame decorated, with "Brothers for Life" on the top. The picture…wasn't one you would usually see framed.

The man with the long hair was behind jail bars, crying. A younger Boss, behind bars as well, was pointing at a man twice his size and the man about ready to hit Boss. Videl let out a quiet giggle. She saw another picture of Boss, as he is now, with an older lady. It was at someone's dinner table, and both he and the lady were sticking out their tongues. His eyes were crossed while the older lady looked up at the sky. A smile spread onto Videl's face.

Videl noticed one picture frame that had small rectangle cards with pretty pictures. She knew those cards, and her smiled faded from her face. There were two, and Videl feared that the people in the pictures where on those cards. She picked up one, and looked at the back.

Kyo Musuki

Videl knew him from school years ago. He was always quiet, and sat at the lunch tables by himself. Come to think of it, she did remember some guy with a Mohawk soon sat at the table with Kyo. Maybe that Mohawk guy was Boss. He went to the same school as her and yet she didn't know it. Could he be in her high school as well?

Videl put the card back and looked at the other one. This one was crumbled slightly, with it's picture showing a stairway to heaven. She looked on the back and saw a picture of the man with the long hair. Except this picture was of him striking a very popular 70's pose. He had one arm stretched out with the other was placed on his hip. The picture was on top of his name, and a little poem printed on the back.

Tai Jefferson McGee

Died so young
And hid his porn stash underneath a loose board
It's going to be tough without you

That poem was…touching.

Videl looked behind her and noticed Boss sleeping in the bed. He was curled up in a ball with tissues in his hand. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully until she noticed what kind of bed sheets he had.

Batman.

He was just a little boy in a grown man's body.

Videl knew Boss a little bit more from snooping. Luckily, he was asleep on his bed to even realize her looking around.

Videl looked at where she put the soup, and noticed Toki drinking it.

"Don't drink that," Videl shouted as she shooed Toki away. Toki quickly ran out of the bedroom as Videl bent down to grab the soup. Hopefully Boss didn't mind a little cat spit in his soup. He doesn't have to know.

Videl heard water being sloshed around. She slowly turn her head towards the bed, and saw

Gohan at the edge of the bed. He had his arms on the edge of the bed propping up his head.

"I made you soup," Videl shouted, shoving the soup in front of Gohan's face. Gohan blinked. He noticed a crumbled up piece of paper in her hand. It was the same crumbled up piece of paper he crumbled when TJ passed away. She was snooping around.

Videl noticed the paper in her hand. She knew she was busted.

"You're a strange one," Gohan said taking the soup of out Videl's hand. He then took the paper and placed on the stack of papers on the desk near his bed. He sat up and mixed his soup around. Cat spit soup didn't bother him. "So what else did you find in my room?"

The thought of running came into Videl's head.

"You uh…have a nice…you have nice picture frames," Videl said. Gohan looked at her. He could help but laugh. Videl watched as wiped away tears.

"Wow. And I thought I was a bad liar." At least he wasn't mad. Gohan took a sip of the soup and smiled. "It's delicious."

Videl sighed in relief.

"I think cat spit gave it some flavor," Videl said. "Sorry for looking around. I didn't want to wake you, and I was trying to find a place to leave the soup."

Gohan looked around his room. There was no place to put anything, and the floor was really the only option. He really needed to clean his room.

"When you're a musician you tend to work more at home," Gohan said taking another spoonful of soup. "All these papers are either lyrics, or songs music in the making. I get ideas and have to write them down. Then I have more ideas, and get new paper to write. Before you know it I'm in a lyrical mess and the music I written doesn't go with anything." Gohan gulped down his soup.

He used his sleeve to wipe his face. "Maybe this mess has a hit somewhere."

Gohan looked a lot better. Less tired, more aware of his surroundings, and his color was returning.

Toki came back into the bedroom and jumped on the bed. Gohan smiled and petted his furry friend. Videl had to admit, he did have a nice smile. Sure his friends were strange, and he's a little out there himself, but he was cute.

"Are you feeling better," Videl asked. Gohan looked at her and smiled.

"Your soup healed me," he exclaimed as he threw his arms up in the air.

"Meow mrow me mrow ow ow." (She set the stove on fire.)

Gohan lowered his arms. After he cleaned his room he would get a new stove, or something.

Maybe it was something the landlord would fix, but the landlord was never a huge fan of Gohan. Loud music, certain noises heard by the neighbors, and coming home slightly intoxicated and accidently peeing on the local bushes.

"What did he say," Videl asked. Now Videl thought she was crazy asking Gohan about what the cat said.

"He said you were pretty," Gohan said. Smooth.

"Mrow?" (What?)

"So let's make this official," Gohan moving to the edge of the bed. "It's not everyday the person you just met yesterday comes over your house to make soup." Videl blushed. It was on her way to…uh…the train station. "And it's not everyday I let the person I just met yesterday come into my house while I'm under the weather. They both sound crazy, don't you think?"

"Maybe," Videl said. "I can't believe I actually came over." Gohan smiled.

"It's cute actually. So how about I take you out someplace. We can get something to eat, maybe check out that new arcade near the bar, and see where we go from there. My treat."

Videl knew this was coming sooner or later. They hit it off last night, and she have a little crush on him. You know those little crushes, the ones that are the size of Texas times the Universe plus one? Yeah…those little crushes.

"Merow mu meow meow, mow meow ma meow." (You set the store on fire, might as well say yes.)

"What did he say," Videl asked.

"He said that since you set my stove on fire you could at least say yes," Gohan replied. Toki stuck out his chest. Videl realized that she needed to learn how to speak cat.

"If we went out someplace that means that I don't have to cook," Videl said. "Or set anything on fire."

"Then it's a date."

Then was a running towards the bedroom. Owen burst through the door and threw ripped out pieces of paper at Gohan and Videl.

"It's a date," he exclaimed. Gohan slapped his forehead. He really needed some new friends.