Bulma sighed, pulling Trunks up into her arms to stop his attempt to climb the stool. Her baby was being quite the handful today, be it climbing various pieces of furniture or eating whatever he could get his grubby hands on.

She glared at Vegeta as he moved past her to raid the fridge. "And where have you been mister? You were supposed to be watching Trunks so I could go into town!" It was more of a rehtorical question. She knew he'd been out in the Gravity Room. Where else on the planet would he be?

"As if I am going to lower myself to babysitting duties," the "Prince" huffed, pulling out a few sandwich makings. That was one thing she liked about him... he didn't order her to make food all the the time. He actually knew how to fend for himself, though he didn't like doing so most of the time.

"You told me you would!" the blue haired engineer exclaimed, blue eyes flashing in annoyance. "Ugh, I guess I'll have to call a babysitter then! I'm sure Gohan would be more than happy to watch your son."

"Fine with me," he shrugged one shoulder, cutting a few pieces of cheese.

"Like I need your permission," she growled, glaring at her husband before leaving the kitchen. She hated him some times. No... more like all the time. What had made her fall for him again? Strength probably... and his argumentative nature. He was sexy... Oh who was she kidding? She loved him dearly. She just wished he would actually show that he returned the feeling once in a while.

Shifting Trunks, she pulled out her cell phone, then hesitated. She had promised Chichi she'd call back earlier that morning... but she'd completely forgotten. It seemed a bit rude to skip out on a phone call and the turn around and ask for a favor... Gohan would watch Trunks, she was sure... but Chichi had been upset, and the young preteen may want to stay with his mother.

She winced at the hard pull at her hair. "Oh well, I guess I have to make it up to her..." tapping the screen of her phone, she hit the call button, dodging a tiny hand as she brought the ear piece to her ear.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

About to give up, the other side of the line clicked and Chichi's voice filled her ear. But it was still full of tears and Bulma had to suppress the urge to sigh at the sound. - "He... Hello? Son residence..." -

Bulma mentally shook her head. Chichi really was one big ball of emotional wreck. The poor woman was always trying to be strong, but she was failing at it. She seemed to lose any strength she had after Goku's choice... Darn him! His family didn't deserve his absence... "Hey Chi, sorry about earlier... Trunks is being a handful. I was wondering if Gohan could watch him for me by chance? I know it's short notice..."

The sudden tension was almost taste-able, and out of habit, the woman glanced around to see if Vegeta had entered the room she was currently in. A ragged breath filled the ear piece, and Bulma couldn't stop the sigh from escaping.

- "Gohan... Gohan's sick..." -

That tiny sentence was enough to make Bulma's heart skip a beat. Had she heard that right? Gohan? Sick? Saiya-jins didn't get sick... and the one time one had... it had taken a visit from the future to save him. "What?"

Flood gates opened.

- "Bulma, he collapsed and he's got a fever and he's sick and I don't know what to do! I can't lose another of my boys! I can't! Not my sweet Gohan! He's never been sick... Oh Gohan..." - the inventor's blue eyes were wide, and she stayed silent, unsure how to respond to all of that. Her silence allowed her to hear a small, but recognizable cough before a groan. - "It's ok sweetie... mommy's here. I'll take care of you..." -

"We'll be over soon Chichi." It was all she could say before she hung up. She stared at her cell phone, unconsciously holding her son closer to her, ignoring the thoughts of what if that happened to Trunks when he was older? or even if it happened to him now? But to Gohan?

Bulma whispered the name of the boy who saved the world before she felt determination set in. She all but ran, narrowly avoiding Vegeta as she ducked through the entry way. She could feel his questioning glare, but she didn't stop or look back.

She activated the capsule containing one of her helicopters, then set her son inside before she tore back inside to grab everything on her mental check list. Laptop, portable scanners, dose of the heart medicine (which she had made more of after Goku had gotten better) just in case, needles, bags, gloves... etc.

She jumped into the copter, starting the ignition sequence. She squeaked when she realized she wasn't alone. Vegeta was staring at her through one eye from the passenger seat. "Holy shit Vegeta! Don't do that!"

"Says the woman who has been running around like a crazy person. You're welcome."

Bulma quirked a brow. "For what?"

"For strapping your son in. You're apparently inept at doing so on your own."

Startled at his response (since when does Vegeta care about strapping Trunks in?), she glanced behind her and blinked at seeing their son securely fastened in his little car seat. "Wow, so you can actually do something besides train. Impressive." her husband let out a small "hmph" in response.

"What has you acting this way woman?" she could almost hear a smidge of worry in his question. Almost.

"It's Gohan," she said, wondering what his reaction would be. Vegeta was a tough guy around everyone. He didn't seem to care about the woes of others, especially those who he felt were inferior... which was basically every one. Would he see this as weakness from the little boy? "He's sick."

Vegeta's expression stayed blank, but he turned enough to look her fully in the eye. "Heart virus?" there. It was hardly present, but she heard it. Worry. He had grown fond of the little boy after all.

"I don't know yet, but I'm considering it. Chichi's hysterical, so I couldn't get much out of her." Which was true. Chichi had given a very basic explanation of what happened, but any longer on the phone and Bulma was certain the woman would have lost it completely.

"Thought you were going into town," he muttered, more of a statement than a question, and his wife rolled her eyes.

"Priorities Vegeta. I do actually have them." The Prince made another "hmph" sound. "So I'm going to see if I can figure out what's wrong with him. Hopefully Chichi's just over reacting."

She knew in her heart though... something was wrong. This was something big, and poor Gohan was right in the middle of it.

A/N : Yup. So, second chapter's out. Like it? Hate it? Let me know! =P