I haven't updated this story in awhile! But really...I had fun with this!
DBZ will never be mine! STOP ASKING ME!
Gohan always had a stronger immune system than I did. I mean, we both had strong immune systems because of the whole 'Saiyan' thing but even so, Gohan never seemed to get sick, ever. However there is one reason why we avoid the flu like the plague.
When we did get it, it all but sapped away our energy, leaving one of us to take care of the other. It was how it worked in our family unfortunately. When Momma was sick, Papa took care of her, when Papa was sick (Which he never was) Momma took care of him, when I got sick, Gohan took care of me, and when Gohan got sick, I took care of him. Momma called it the 'Vice Versa' rule.
So now let me explain where I was going with this.
Gohan was sick, I was stuck taking care of him, and he was the biggest brat in the world when he was sick.
I heard the familiar sound of a bell ring, and Gohan's voice came after it, "Chia!" I stomped over to his room, threw open the door and plastered on the fakest smile I could manage.
"Yes brother dear?" I asked.
He pointed to the glass of water on his nightstand, "Water please." I felt my eye twitch. He couldn't just grab it himself? The glass was literally right next to him! Lack of strength or not he better toughen up.
"What do I look like? Your maid?" I asked. Gohan innocently pointed to my choice in clothing. Which, irritatingly enough was a maid costume. I was in a mess of frills, bows, and an apron. To top it all off, my hair was tied into two pigtails with white ribbons. The look Gohan thought would make him feel better on the road to recovery.
Now that I think about it, I walked right into that one didn't I?
I walked over to his nightstand and picked up the glass of water. Lifting up Gohan's head, I put the cup to his lips and let him drink. When the cup was half way gone I put the cup down and dropped his head on his pillow, hoping that it would hurt, despite the fact that it was a pillow.
As I walked out Gohan rang the bell once more, "Chia! Can you make me some tea with honey?" He asked. I was about to yell at him to give it himself but I was reminded of the 'Vice Versa' rule once more. I was swear when I'm sick, he's going to wear a butler costume and I'm going to give him hel-
"Chia!"
I growled, "I'm making it!" I snapped. Ten minutes later I set the hot tea on the nightstand, "Anything else brother dear?" I asked sweetly.
Gohan shook his head, "No." He turned over to face away from me and moments later I heard soft snoring.
If he wasn't going to drink the tea why did he ask for it?
When I walked into the living room I saw Papa sitting in one of the chairs. I sat next to him, "Papa! It's horrible!" I exclaimed. Papa chuckled and patted my back.
"I know but remember your mother's rule." We said it at the same time, "The 'Vice Versa' rule."
Papa nodded, "That's right. Just think about when you get sick, whatever he's putting you through, you give back to him tenfold. Until then, you have to wait."
"But Papa he has me dressed as a maid!" I protested, "A literal maid! Do you see me?"
Papa only laughed, "For what it's worth, at least you can wear that for Halloween!" He teased.
"You're all horrible!"