Gohan and Xander continued to glare at each other for a long time after Lindsey had left. The rest of the room was still silent, watching them as they stared each other down. Finally Sabriena rolled her eyes and shook her head, stating loudly, "Well, I'm fuckin' starving. C'mon, Tumbler, let's go make some lunch."

"I don't know how to cook!" he protested. She hooked arms with him and marched across the room and through the dining room, rambling off a menu.

Everyone seemed to break from their trance and filter out of the room then.

Xander ran a hand over his face, then pointed it at Gohan, his arm shaking. With a shake of his head, he stormed passed Gohan, banging into his shoulder, and disappeared in the crowd.

"Oh Gohan!" Chichi sobbed, running to her son and hugging him.

"Mom, I'm okay. Xander's just… he's just him. He's protective."

"I'm not worried about that," Chichi said dismissively. "I'm worried about you and Lindsey!"

"Why didn't you tell us it was this bad?" Krillin asked as the other Z-Fighters gathered near.

"We didn't want to worry anyone," Gohan said.

"Well that's just silly," Bulma scolded.

Goku had a serious expression on his face. "Gohan, you're my son. You should always be able to tell me everything."

"I know, dad, but… I didn't know what to do." Gohan sighed.

"I'd like to get my hands on those guys," Yamcha said, making a fist.

"Me too," Trunks added. "I just don't get it. She didn't even tell Catie!"

"We told no one," Gohan said. "You see the reactions it's causing already. Give it a couple days to sink in and see how everyone's behaving. This house is going to go bonkers. And NOT in a good way."

Trunks laughed nervously. "As if it isn't already?"

"It's not so bad," Leelee said, hanging on Seventeen's arm. "Really, I think it's nice. Look at it!" She gestured to the elegantly decorated room. "It may look like a warehouse on the outside, but in here, it's like a castle."

"I could get used to it," Eighteen said appreciatively, looking around.

"You would like something like this," Krillin said to her, thinking of his wife's expensive tastes.

"Not that you would know anything about it," she responded.

Krillin hung his head and sighed.

"It's too dark for me," Bulma said thoughtfully. "I feel like Dracula is going to jump out at any minute and drink my blood."

"Nah, he wouldn't want you," Yamcha teased. "You're too bitter."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" she yelled at him.

Yamcha cowered, trying not to laugh. Even after all these years, he could still get under her skin.

"Maybe we should think about going back to Japan," Piccolo said to Jenny.

"What?" she shrieked. "Why?"

"I'm not sure this is the best environment for you right now," Piccolo said.

Jenny rested her hands over her rather large belly as the baby kicked and squirmed. "This is my home," she said. "No one here is going to hurt me."

"I'm worried about you being stressed," Piccolo countered. "It's not good for you."

Jenny fixed the tall Namek with a warm, understanding gaze. "We'll be fine."

"So is this why she's been drinking?" Goku asked.

Gohan heaved a sigh and nodded as Yelena's cold, slender fingers closed on his bicep. "Yorgi wants to speak with you. Now."

Gohan followed Yelena through the dining room and into the kitchen, where they found Sabriena sitting on one of the prep tables, her legs around Tumbler, the two of them so tightly entwined, it was hard to tell whose limbs belonged to whom.

Yorgi entered behind Gohan and Yelena and cleared his throat loudly. "Leave us."

Sabriena and Tumbler broke apart and Gohan blushed furiously. Tumbler walked quickly from the room while Sabriena sighed, snatched up the bottle of spray whip cream with an, "I'll take that." She tilted her head back, spraying the frosty topping in her mouth and sashayed out of the room.

Yorgi gave Yelena a stern look and she left, nearly smacking into Xander as he entered.

"What's up, Yorgi?" Xander asked, leaning against one of the gleaming granite countertops. He threw Gohan a filthy look.

Gohan rolled his eyes. "If you have something to say, say it."

"I got plenty to say to you, you punk-ass bitch," Xander said, pushing off the counter and facing Gohan again.

"Let's hear it then!"

Yorgi bellowed a single word in Russian and Xander and Gohan froze.

Yorgi stared at each of them in turn for a good long moment before he spoke again, his voice deathly calm. "I will no longer tolerate his behavior in my home."

Gohan and Xander exchanged puzzled looks. It wasn't uncommon for fights to break out in the warehouse. Sometimes the guys even organized fight nights, just to blow off steam.

"People fight here all the time," Xander protested. He grabbed an apple from the basket on the counter behind him and crunched into it. He moved the slice to the inside of his cheek, "Whath's the big deal?"

"You acting like children," Yorgi growled. "You are not helping."

Gohan felt ashamed. His bickering with Xander wasn't going to fix anything and he knew it. He couldn't help the fact that he still wanted to kick his ass, though.

Silence fell over the kitchen as Yorgi stood still as a statue, thinking. Finally he spoke, "I could not have said it better myself. We are family. Family takes care of one another."

"Yorgi…" Xander began to protest.

"X, you have long history with her," Yorgi said. "But your anger should not be directed at him." He nodded at Gohan.

"Do you understand how pissed off I am?" Xander yelled. "You heard what they did to her! We need to do something!"

"I heard," Yorgi said. "And I have known for some time now."

"You…you knew? She told YOU?"

"No. She did not have to. Five minutes alone, and I could tell," Yorgi said, keeping his same, calm tone. "I know each of you better than you think."

Xander was shaking again. He'd never felt so angry in his whole life.

"Something will be done," Yorgi said in a low voice. "You no need to worry about that."

Xander narrowed his eyes at Yorgi. "You mean Kirill…"

"I mean nothing," Yorgi cut him off. He popped his neck and squared his shoulders. "Now, you two will stop this. No more. You stress her out, make her hurt more. Unforgivable. This family will not be torn apart."

Gohan looked up at Yorgi. Family? Was he including Gohan when he said that?

"Yes, you too," Yorgi said as if reading Gohan's mind. "You two are brothers now. And as such, it is your responsibility to protect this family by any means necessary."

Xander scowled, but didn't argue.

"Now go," Yorgi instructed them. "Calm down. Tomorrow will be better."

Gohan left the kitchen then, feeling like shit and wondering at Yorgi's words about family. He had hardly done anything to be accepted by the infamous group and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be.

"Yorgi," Xander said as Yorgi went to leave.

Yorgi stopped and listened.

"How do I… I'm so fucking pissed off…"

"You must decide that for yourself," Yorgi answered simply.

"Come on, man," Xander begged, "I never ask for advice. You gotta give me something better than that."

Yorgi kept his back to Xander as he asked, "What part makes you so mad?"

"That no one was there to help her," Xander said, his voice low.

Yorgi turned to face him. "Then help her now."

"Yorgi, you know we're going to lose her if we don't do something now."

"Being overbearing will get us nowhere," Yorgi replied. "We must be patient."

"You know that's not exactly our forte."

A small smile played across Yorgi's lips. "True."

"Why was that lawyer so concerned about if she worked for you?" Xander asked.

"I do not know. It could be number of reasons. He was very interested when Kolya got mentioned."

"What does Kolya have to do with anything?"

Yorgi shook his head slowly. "He ask for continuance after my brother's name was spoken."

Xander furrowed his brows, trying to make sense of it.

Yorgi stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I trust my brother, but we both know how he can be. I want you to watch them. Make sure they do not do anything stupid. And keep quiet about it."

Xander's warm brown eyes met Yorgi's cool hazel ones. "You want me to spy on Lindsey and Kolya?"

"Can you do that for me?"

Xander nodded, looking at the floor, crossing his arms over his chest.

Yorgi clapped him on the shoulder a couple times. "Let me know what you find, my friend."