Disclaimer: Let's see...I don't own DBZ, or any drugs, alcohol, porno mags, Tampax tampons, or Midol. I'm just a poor writer in need of the release of some insanity. ^^'
Hey all! While on the phone one night with my good friend Trunksgrl06, we came up with the insane idea of a revenge fic. Sounds normal, right? Well, think again. *snickers* This is much different then the fics you've read before? How? Well, let's just say there's drunk dragons, body switches, and lots of character bashing. *smiles big* Well, there's character bashing in every revenge fic, but oh well. Ours is worse. ^.~
Hrm...if you're offended by drug and alcohol use, then don't read. If you're offended by porn, don't read. You know what? Read it anyway! Who cares!! Violate your moral code!! ^.~
Title: Twisted Revenge
Author: trunksgf513
Idea from: trunksgrl06 and trunksgf513's late night insane babbling ^-^
Shen-Long was sitting on a pink cloud near the Son household smoking some opium, drinking some sake, and reading some porno - basically doing the same thing he did every Sunday before returning to his Dragon Balls. The drugs he stole from Mr. Popo while he was reapplying his makeup, the alcohol from Vegeta (poor man had to put up with Bulma's screeching a little too much), and the porno magazines from the infamously perverted Kame-sen'nin. The dragon found all three items extremely addicting, and made it a habit to involve himself with them every Sunday night after he had shrunk himself down to the size of an anaconda.
"Oh baby, take it off." Shen-Long slurred at the scantily-clad picture of a brunette.
He drew another puff of his opium and let it loose in small, yellow O's. Something flew past him very fast, confusing his brain for a few seconds before he registered it as Goku's granddaughter. He watched her, confused, as she flew into her window and proceeded to punch the feathers out of her pillow. Moving his cloud closer to her window, he listened intently to her rantings.
"Damn asshole! You destroyed my life and my reputation!! You mother-fucking bastard!! I swear I'll kill you!! I'll kick your nuts so hard your great-grandfather'll feel it!!" Pan shouted angrily, ignoring the numerous feathers that were littering the area around her. Shen-Long's eyes crossed and he winced, her loud voice ringing in his head rather painfully.
Man, I thought I was loud!! he thought to himself. Meanwhile Pan had stopped pounding the fluff out of the defenseless (and now completely flat) pillow.
"How could you do that? My reputation is destroyed." Pan growled.
She punched the flat pillow, sending the feathers around it into the air. Slowly she stood, pulling off her shirt and pants to sleep in her undergarments. Shen-Long stared at her, then back at the magazine, throwing the booklet over his shoulder as he watched the young girl strip. Moments later she turned off her light and crawled into bed, staring at the ceiling angrily.
"What a miserable excuse for a Saiya-jin!!" she yelled suddenly, sending Shen-Long tumbling off his cloud and to the ground. His pipe released a big cloud of smoke when it hit the ground, and the 16 of the 21 bottles of sake he had consumed exploded on each other, glass shards flying everywhere.
"Mofo!!" he moaned, holding his head.
"I WISH I WERE YOU FOR A DAY, TRUNKS BRIEFS, SO YOU WOULD KNOW HOW IT FEELS!!" Pan screamed. Shen-Long yelled loudly, but not loud enough to be heard by the ranting demi-Saiya-jin.
"Your wish is granted, just SHUT UP!!" Shen-Long growled drunkenly.
Slowly he picked up his pipe and drunkenly made his way to the pink cloud, which had lowered to the ground. He climbed onto it and stuffed his pipe with new opium, zooming away. Sighing, he let his muscles relax as he flew back home towards his dragon balls. As do many people high and drunk, a random song popped into his head and he began to sing, his voice ringing out in the valley.
"I've got a *hic* lov-e-ly *puff* b*hic*unch of coconuts," Shen-Long smiled and laughed giddily. "Heh...nuts...heh." He hiccupped and rode on towards the sunset.
Pan groaned and wiped some hair out of her face, eyes closed as she remembered the events of last night. The night he had ruined her life with a stupid rumor. She groaned and felt under her eyes. For a few moments the frown disappeared into a content smile. At least her eyes weren't puffy from all the crying she had done the night before. Slowly she rose, wiping her eyes as she walked towards the door to go into the hallway---only to walk straight into a wall.
"What the hell?" Pan growled, opening her eyes to see a yellow wall in front of her face. Wait a second... She turned around and found herself staring at Trunks' clean room. Oh God, don't tell me I slept with the asshole! Quick as she could she ran to the bathroom to see if he was there. What she saw surprised her and she began to curse at him, only to see his mouth moving at the same time as hers and a deep voice vibrate in her throat.
"No way." Pan whispered, raising her hand to touch her face. "I'm him?" Still not believing the situation, she looked down and pulled her...er...his...agh, its...boxers down a bit. Squeaking, she replaced the cloth, staring at herself in the mirror. She started to giggle when she saw Trunks biting his lip. The chortles faded when she remembered one small detail..."Trunks is in my body!!"
Possibilities raced through her mind. He could embarrass her further! Ruin her reputation even more than it already was!! A growl rose low in her throat and she began to pace around the bathroom. If that was the case, she would have to exact her revenge before he could totally destroy her reputation. Angrily she clenched her fists. Yes, she would win this battle.
"Truuuunks!! Breakfast!!" Bulma called from the stairs five stories down. Pan's stomach growled and she placed her manly hand on her tight six-pack.
"I gotta eat first." she mumbled. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smirked. "For once I can confidently say that I am hot."
Trunks woke up slowly, the sounds of chirping birds rousing him from a rather pleasant dream about chocolate sundaes. The first thing he noticed was that his eyes seemed to be swollen shut. Moving until he sat on the edge of the bed he rubbed his eyes slowly.
"Dende, did I go out drinking last night?" he mumbled.
At the sound of his voice he froze, lowering his hands. His eyes opened to find himself staring at a pair of feminine legs that were draped over the bed. A gasp reached his throat and he choked, eyes bugging. Once he had regained his composure he looked at his hands. So small and dainty...
What the hell is wrong with me?
Trunks' head slowly rose and he looked around the room he was in. Though it seemed like a man's room, he noticed things on the floor, such as a shirt and pants, both of which fit a woman. Gulping, he looked down to see he wore a bra and a pair of panties. He jumped up, arms spread out.
A bra and panties?!!! What the hell?! his mind screamed. What's going on?!
Quickly he ran into the bathroom, and screamed rather girlishly. The reflection showed Pan like he had never seen her before. Underneath the boyish clothing, she had a rather desireable body. His eyes ran down her curves until the mirror ended around her stomach area. A curious look washed over his features as he stared in the mirror at his chest. Slowly his hands rose and cupped his breasts, squeezing lightly. A goofy smile stretched his lips and he giggled.
"Hehe, boobies." he whispered softly. He squeezed a few more times, getting a feel of their weight and texture. "Booooooobies!!"
Hearing the door click, he looked over just in time to see Gohan step in and stare at him, confused. Trunks froze and stared back, eyes glued to Gohan. His hands remained on his breasts, and he was still clothed in only lingerie. The elder man blushed and turned away, staring at the ground.
"Sorry to intrude on you, Pan. Uh...breakfast will be ready in a half hour. You better take a shower now." he stuttered. Trunks gulped and removed his hands from his breasts, lacing his fingers behind his back.
"Uh, y-yes Daddy." he responded cheerily. Gohan returned his gaze to her and blinked.
The other time I saw her like this she blew up at me. What's wrong with her?
Shaking his head he exited, leaving Trunks alone again. The demi-Saiya-jin looked back into the mirror and gulped, relieved. For a second it looked as though Gohan thought something was wrong. Something was, but he wouldn't reveal that to the over-protective father. With a nervous sigh he stripped himself of what clothing he wore and turned on the shower. Embarassed, he didn't look in the mirror for fear of what he would see.
But as we all know, there is a side to guys that screams 'FREE PORN OPPORTUNITY!!' whenever they see a scantily-clad figure. And so, the strong-willed Trunks Briefs succumbed to this voice and turned to the mirror, gaping at what he saw. Only the hotness that engulfed the room from his shower returned his attention to the task he had to complete. Within a few minutes he was done and drying himself, taking care as the towel ran over his...intimate areas. As he reached his legs he dared to look at the junction between his legs. A confused look crossed his face and he stared.
Why is there a string hanging out of my ass? Taking the string in his hand, he pulled down only to scream loudly.
"Note to self: go slooooowly with the tampons." Trunks moaned to himself, crossing his legs.
Unsure of what to do, he threw the cotton thing in the toilet and flushed, only to have the toilet overflow. Shrugging, he redressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Videl smiled at him as he entered the kitchen, placing a few plates in front of him. He ate ravenously, surprising Videl and Gohan at their daughter's sudden lack of table manners.
Before they could ask what was wrong he was up and walking away, his jean shorts showing two long legs and a rather large red spot. Videl gasped and immediately ran to Trunks, pulling him to the bathroom. He watched, confused, as the elder woman frantically dug through one of the seven cabinets in their bathroom. After a few minutes she emerged from the cabinet holding a box of Tampax tampons.
"Honey, I think it's time you learned to use these." Videl said, handing her "daughter" the box. "Do you know how?"
"O-of course I do!" Trunks yelled quickly, embarassed. Videl backed off and left, hands up in the air. Trunks stared at the box and gulped. Now what am I supposed to do?!
As quick as he could he ran to Pan's room and took out a change of clean clothes. Walking into the bathroom and setting the box on the counter, he stared at it for a few minutes, his heart pounding. Finally he reached forward and ripped open the box, looking inside warily. His throat tightened as he reached in and withdrew a little wrapped package.
Oh Dende . . . what am I supposed to do this?
Looking inside the package again, he saw a small paper folded up inside. Curious, he reached in and pulled it out. Slowly he unfolded it and read the instructions. A groan rumbled low in his throat and he sighed, setting the paper down.
"You're kidding. I have to do this?" he moaned, eyes moving to the tampon he held in his hand. Sighing, he opened the tampon and looked at it, then at the directions. After three unsuccessful attempts, he finally inserted the tampon correctly.
Trunks sighed and walked out of the bathroom, his insides throbbing. Bending over slightly he held his abdomen, clenching his teeth to stop the pain. Only one thought occupied his mind: he must get painkiller. He stumbled out of the room and down the hallway, causing a lot of thumping when he fell down the stairs, his small but built body hitting almost every step on the way. Finally he reached the floor and rolled onto the ground, landing in a fetal position.
"Oww." he moaned just as Videl and Chi-Chi rushed into the hallway.
"Pan, are you alright?!" Chi-Chi asked worriedly.
"Get...painkiller!!" Trunks forced out, the throbbing becoming worse.
"Get her some Midol." Videl said to Chi-Chi walking over to cradle Trunks in her arms.
Though he would have normally protested, he lay still in her arms, trying to make the pains go away. Chi-Chi arrived what seemed an eternity later with a glass of water and two small, white pills. She handed them to Trunks, who took them cautiously.
"Take these, Honey. They'll stop the pain." Chi-Chi said soothingly.
Without a second thought he gulped the pills down, leaning back against Videl's strong arms. Minutes later the pains went away and he stood up, surprised at how quick the medicine had worked. Chi-Chi was all over him in seconds, looking for any scrapes or bruises that might have been caused by the fall down the stairs. He gently pulled out of her grasp.
"I'm fine." he said gloomily. "Thanks for the Midol."
"Take another one in four hours when you feel any more pain." Videl said before her "daughter" walked up the stairs.
"Okay." he replied.
Trunks continued up the stairs and down the hallway to Pan's room. Gently he closed the door, surprised at how much pain he had been in. Even though he had experienced pain from battle, that was a totally new one. He sighed and walked over to Pan's bed, falling on it. His eyes fixed on the white ceiling and he sighed.
Sweet Dende, I hate this girl business. And to think that they have to go through this every month! (Ah yes, a man who finally understands ^_^) He groaned and rolled over just as the phone rang. Reaching over, he picked it up.
"Trunks, who is this?" he asked, realizing seconds later that he was now Pan, not Trunks. Quickly he tried to cover his mistake. "Uh, I mean, this is Pan, may I ask who's speaking?"
"Trunks, is it you?" a deep voice asked. He blinked. That was his voice! Then it must be -
"Pan?" Trunks queried softly.
"Oh thank Dende. So you're in my body. Okay, this is just great." she spat.
"Like this is any better?!!" Trunks snapped.
"Hey, when I wished that I was you for a day I didn't mean it!!" Pan informed.
"You did what?!!" Trunks shouted.
"I was angry and I said I wished I was you for a day so you would know what humiliation was!! You ruined my reputation, Trunks! I don't understand why you would do that!" Pan screamed.
"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?! I didn't mean to embarass you!" Trunks stated.
"It was much more than embarassment!!!" she yelled. "And it's not like I meant for this stupid wish to go through! I don't even know how it came to be!!"
"Well you sure planned it well." Trunks growled.
"What do you mean?" Pan asked, confused.
"I am bleeding out of myh ass!!!" Trunks hissed. The line was silent for a few seconds before hysteric laughter was heard. A growl rumbled in Trunks' chest. "Shut up!! It's not funny!!!"
"It's hilarious!" Pan said between chortles. Finally she calmed down, clearing her throat. "Well, if you have it, I guess there's one thing I should warn you about." Her voice became deep and serious. "You give my body TSS and I'm going to kill you."
"TSS?" Trunks asked, confused.
"Toxic Shock Syndrome. It happens when you leave your tampon in for longer than 8 hours. You do that, and I will kick the shit out of you." Pan threatened.
"A-Alright." Trunks said, overwhelmed.
"Oh, and I'll be sure to ruin your reputation as well, dearest friend." Pan declared nastily. The lined clicked, signifying to Trunks that she had hung up. Dazed, he placed the phone on the hook and gulped, rolling over and staring at the ceiling.
"So I've got a day in this body?" he asked himself. He smirked, standing up. "That's all I'll need." Getting up, he sifted through her dressers. "So you wanna play, Pan?" A devilish smirk appeared on his face as he pulled out some clothes. "Alright then, let's play."
A/N: Ooooh, what're they gonna do now that their bodies are switched? Will Pan get her revenge or will Trunks prevent her from it? Stay tuned to find out the outcome of this unfortunate (but funny) situation. ^_^ If you wanna be notified when it's up, just leave your e-mail address in your review!! ^^
Please review!!
Hey all! While on the phone one night with my good friend Trunksgrl06, we came up with the insane idea of a revenge fic. Sounds normal, right? Well, think again. *snickers* This is much different then the fics you've read before? How? Well, let's just say there's drunk dragons, body switches, and lots of character bashing. *smiles big* Well, there's character bashing in every revenge fic, but oh well. Ours is worse. ^.~
Hrm...if you're offended by drug and alcohol use, then don't read. If you're offended by porn, don't read. You know what? Read it anyway! Who cares!! Violate your moral code!! ^.~
Title: Twisted Revenge
Author: trunksgf513
Idea from: trunksgrl06 and trunksgf513's late night insane babbling ^-^
Shen-Long was sitting on a pink cloud near the Son household smoking some opium, drinking some sake, and reading some porno - basically doing the same thing he did every Sunday before returning to his Dragon Balls. The drugs he stole from Mr. Popo while he was reapplying his makeup, the alcohol from Vegeta (poor man had to put up with Bulma's screeching a little too much), and the porno magazines from the infamously perverted Kame-sen'nin. The dragon found all three items extremely addicting, and made it a habit to involve himself with them every Sunday night after he had shrunk himself down to the size of an anaconda.
"Oh baby, take it off." Shen-Long slurred at the scantily-clad picture of a brunette.
He drew another puff of his opium and let it loose in small, yellow O's. Something flew past him very fast, confusing his brain for a few seconds before he registered it as Goku's granddaughter. He watched her, confused, as she flew into her window and proceeded to punch the feathers out of her pillow. Moving his cloud closer to her window, he listened intently to her rantings.
"Damn asshole! You destroyed my life and my reputation!! You mother-fucking bastard!! I swear I'll kill you!! I'll kick your nuts so hard your great-grandfather'll feel it!!" Pan shouted angrily, ignoring the numerous feathers that were littering the area around her. Shen-Long's eyes crossed and he winced, her loud voice ringing in his head rather painfully.
Man, I thought I was loud!! he thought to himself. Meanwhile Pan had stopped pounding the fluff out of the defenseless (and now completely flat) pillow.
"How could you do that? My reputation is destroyed." Pan growled.
She punched the flat pillow, sending the feathers around it into the air. Slowly she stood, pulling off her shirt and pants to sleep in her undergarments. Shen-Long stared at her, then back at the magazine, throwing the booklet over his shoulder as he watched the young girl strip. Moments later she turned off her light and crawled into bed, staring at the ceiling angrily.
"What a miserable excuse for a Saiya-jin!!" she yelled suddenly, sending Shen-Long tumbling off his cloud and to the ground. His pipe released a big cloud of smoke when it hit the ground, and the 16 of the 21 bottles of sake he had consumed exploded on each other, glass shards flying everywhere.
"Mofo!!" he moaned, holding his head.
"I WISH I WERE YOU FOR A DAY, TRUNKS BRIEFS, SO YOU WOULD KNOW HOW IT FEELS!!" Pan screamed. Shen-Long yelled loudly, but not loud enough to be heard by the ranting demi-Saiya-jin.
"Your wish is granted, just SHUT UP!!" Shen-Long growled drunkenly.
Slowly he picked up his pipe and drunkenly made his way to the pink cloud, which had lowered to the ground. He climbed onto it and stuffed his pipe with new opium, zooming away. Sighing, he let his muscles relax as he flew back home towards his dragon balls. As do many people high and drunk, a random song popped into his head and he began to sing, his voice ringing out in the valley.
"I've got a *hic* lov-e-ly *puff* b*hic*unch of coconuts," Shen-Long smiled and laughed giddily. "Heh...nuts...heh." He hiccupped and rode on towards the sunset.
Pan groaned and wiped some hair out of her face, eyes closed as she remembered the events of last night. The night he had ruined her life with a stupid rumor. She groaned and felt under her eyes. For a few moments the frown disappeared into a content smile. At least her eyes weren't puffy from all the crying she had done the night before. Slowly she rose, wiping her eyes as she walked towards the door to go into the hallway---only to walk straight into a wall.
"What the hell?" Pan growled, opening her eyes to see a yellow wall in front of her face. Wait a second... She turned around and found herself staring at Trunks' clean room. Oh God, don't tell me I slept with the asshole! Quick as she could she ran to the bathroom to see if he was there. What she saw surprised her and she began to curse at him, only to see his mouth moving at the same time as hers and a deep voice vibrate in her throat.
"No way." Pan whispered, raising her hand to touch her face. "I'm him?" Still not believing the situation, she looked down and pulled her...er...his...agh, its...boxers down a bit. Squeaking, she replaced the cloth, staring at herself in the mirror. She started to giggle when she saw Trunks biting his lip. The chortles faded when she remembered one small detail..."Trunks is in my body!!"
Possibilities raced through her mind. He could embarrass her further! Ruin her reputation even more than it already was!! A growl rose low in her throat and she began to pace around the bathroom. If that was the case, she would have to exact her revenge before he could totally destroy her reputation. Angrily she clenched her fists. Yes, she would win this battle.
"Truuuunks!! Breakfast!!" Bulma called from the stairs five stories down. Pan's stomach growled and she placed her manly hand on her tight six-pack.
"I gotta eat first." she mumbled. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smirked. "For once I can confidently say that I am hot."
Trunks woke up slowly, the sounds of chirping birds rousing him from a rather pleasant dream about chocolate sundaes. The first thing he noticed was that his eyes seemed to be swollen shut. Moving until he sat on the edge of the bed he rubbed his eyes slowly.
"Dende, did I go out drinking last night?" he mumbled.
At the sound of his voice he froze, lowering his hands. His eyes opened to find himself staring at a pair of feminine legs that were draped over the bed. A gasp reached his throat and he choked, eyes bugging. Once he had regained his composure he looked at his hands. So small and dainty...
What the hell is wrong with me?
Trunks' head slowly rose and he looked around the room he was in. Though it seemed like a man's room, he noticed things on the floor, such as a shirt and pants, both of which fit a woman. Gulping, he looked down to see he wore a bra and a pair of panties. He jumped up, arms spread out.
A bra and panties?!!! What the hell?! his mind screamed. What's going on?!
Quickly he ran into the bathroom, and screamed rather girlishly. The reflection showed Pan like he had never seen her before. Underneath the boyish clothing, she had a rather desireable body. His eyes ran down her curves until the mirror ended around her stomach area. A curious look washed over his features as he stared in the mirror at his chest. Slowly his hands rose and cupped his breasts, squeezing lightly. A goofy smile stretched his lips and he giggled.
"Hehe, boobies." he whispered softly. He squeezed a few more times, getting a feel of their weight and texture. "Booooooobies!!"
Hearing the door click, he looked over just in time to see Gohan step in and stare at him, confused. Trunks froze and stared back, eyes glued to Gohan. His hands remained on his breasts, and he was still clothed in only lingerie. The elder man blushed and turned away, staring at the ground.
"Sorry to intrude on you, Pan. Uh...breakfast will be ready in a half hour. You better take a shower now." he stuttered. Trunks gulped and removed his hands from his breasts, lacing his fingers behind his back.
"Uh, y-yes Daddy." he responded cheerily. Gohan returned his gaze to her and blinked.
The other time I saw her like this she blew up at me. What's wrong with her?
Shaking his head he exited, leaving Trunks alone again. The demi-Saiya-jin looked back into the mirror and gulped, relieved. For a second it looked as though Gohan thought something was wrong. Something was, but he wouldn't reveal that to the over-protective father. With a nervous sigh he stripped himself of what clothing he wore and turned on the shower. Embarassed, he didn't look in the mirror for fear of what he would see.
But as we all know, there is a side to guys that screams 'FREE PORN OPPORTUNITY!!' whenever they see a scantily-clad figure. And so, the strong-willed Trunks Briefs succumbed to this voice and turned to the mirror, gaping at what he saw. Only the hotness that engulfed the room from his shower returned his attention to the task he had to complete. Within a few minutes he was done and drying himself, taking care as the towel ran over his...intimate areas. As he reached his legs he dared to look at the junction between his legs. A confused look crossed his face and he stared.
Why is there a string hanging out of my ass? Taking the string in his hand, he pulled down only to scream loudly.
"Note to self: go slooooowly with the tampons." Trunks moaned to himself, crossing his legs.
Unsure of what to do, he threw the cotton thing in the toilet and flushed, only to have the toilet overflow. Shrugging, he redressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Videl smiled at him as he entered the kitchen, placing a few plates in front of him. He ate ravenously, surprising Videl and Gohan at their daughter's sudden lack of table manners.
Before they could ask what was wrong he was up and walking away, his jean shorts showing two long legs and a rather large red spot. Videl gasped and immediately ran to Trunks, pulling him to the bathroom. He watched, confused, as the elder woman frantically dug through one of the seven cabinets in their bathroom. After a few minutes she emerged from the cabinet holding a box of Tampax tampons.
"Honey, I think it's time you learned to use these." Videl said, handing her "daughter" the box. "Do you know how?"
"O-of course I do!" Trunks yelled quickly, embarassed. Videl backed off and left, hands up in the air. Trunks stared at the box and gulped. Now what am I supposed to do?!
As quick as he could he ran to Pan's room and took out a change of clean clothes. Walking into the bathroom and setting the box on the counter, he stared at it for a few minutes, his heart pounding. Finally he reached forward and ripped open the box, looking inside warily. His throat tightened as he reached in and withdrew a little wrapped package.
Oh Dende . . . what am I supposed to do this?
Looking inside the package again, he saw a small paper folded up inside. Curious, he reached in and pulled it out. Slowly he unfolded it and read the instructions. A groan rumbled low in his throat and he sighed, setting the paper down.
"You're kidding. I have to do this?" he moaned, eyes moving to the tampon he held in his hand. Sighing, he opened the tampon and looked at it, then at the directions. After three unsuccessful attempts, he finally inserted the tampon correctly.
Trunks sighed and walked out of the bathroom, his insides throbbing. Bending over slightly he held his abdomen, clenching his teeth to stop the pain. Only one thought occupied his mind: he must get painkiller. He stumbled out of the room and down the hallway, causing a lot of thumping when he fell down the stairs, his small but built body hitting almost every step on the way. Finally he reached the floor and rolled onto the ground, landing in a fetal position.
"Oww." he moaned just as Videl and Chi-Chi rushed into the hallway.
"Pan, are you alright?!" Chi-Chi asked worriedly.
"Get...painkiller!!" Trunks forced out, the throbbing becoming worse.
"Get her some Midol." Videl said to Chi-Chi walking over to cradle Trunks in her arms.
Though he would have normally protested, he lay still in her arms, trying to make the pains go away. Chi-Chi arrived what seemed an eternity later with a glass of water and two small, white pills. She handed them to Trunks, who took them cautiously.
"Take these, Honey. They'll stop the pain." Chi-Chi said soothingly.
Without a second thought he gulped the pills down, leaning back against Videl's strong arms. Minutes later the pains went away and he stood up, surprised at how quick the medicine had worked. Chi-Chi was all over him in seconds, looking for any scrapes or bruises that might have been caused by the fall down the stairs. He gently pulled out of her grasp.
"I'm fine." he said gloomily. "Thanks for the Midol."
"Take another one in four hours when you feel any more pain." Videl said before her "daughter" walked up the stairs.
"Okay." he replied.
Trunks continued up the stairs and down the hallway to Pan's room. Gently he closed the door, surprised at how much pain he had been in. Even though he had experienced pain from battle, that was a totally new one. He sighed and walked over to Pan's bed, falling on it. His eyes fixed on the white ceiling and he sighed.
Sweet Dende, I hate this girl business. And to think that they have to go through this every month! (Ah yes, a man who finally understands ^_^) He groaned and rolled over just as the phone rang. Reaching over, he picked it up.
"Trunks, who is this?" he asked, realizing seconds later that he was now Pan, not Trunks. Quickly he tried to cover his mistake. "Uh, I mean, this is Pan, may I ask who's speaking?"
"Trunks, is it you?" a deep voice asked. He blinked. That was his voice! Then it must be -
"Pan?" Trunks queried softly.
"Oh thank Dende. So you're in my body. Okay, this is just great." she spat.
"Like this is any better?!!" Trunks snapped.
"Hey, when I wished that I was you for a day I didn't mean it!!" Pan informed.
"You did what?!!" Trunks shouted.
"I was angry and I said I wished I was you for a day so you would know what humiliation was!! You ruined my reputation, Trunks! I don't understand why you would do that!" Pan screamed.
"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?! I didn't mean to embarass you!" Trunks stated.
"It was much more than embarassment!!!" she yelled. "And it's not like I meant for this stupid wish to go through! I don't even know how it came to be!!"
"Well you sure planned it well." Trunks growled.
"What do you mean?" Pan asked, confused.
"I am bleeding out of myh ass!!!" Trunks hissed. The line was silent for a few seconds before hysteric laughter was heard. A growl rumbled in Trunks' chest. "Shut up!! It's not funny!!!"
"It's hilarious!" Pan said between chortles. Finally she calmed down, clearing her throat. "Well, if you have it, I guess there's one thing I should warn you about." Her voice became deep and serious. "You give my body TSS and I'm going to kill you."
"TSS?" Trunks asked, confused.
"Toxic Shock Syndrome. It happens when you leave your tampon in for longer than 8 hours. You do that, and I will kick the shit out of you." Pan threatened.
"A-Alright." Trunks said, overwhelmed.
"Oh, and I'll be sure to ruin your reputation as well, dearest friend." Pan declared nastily. The lined clicked, signifying to Trunks that she had hung up. Dazed, he placed the phone on the hook and gulped, rolling over and staring at the ceiling.
"So I've got a day in this body?" he asked himself. He smirked, standing up. "That's all I'll need." Getting up, he sifted through her dressers. "So you wanna play, Pan?" A devilish smirk appeared on his face as he pulled out some clothes. "Alright then, let's play."
A/N: Ooooh, what're they gonna do now that their bodies are switched? Will Pan get her revenge or will Trunks prevent her from it? Stay tuned to find out the outcome of this unfortunate (but funny) situation. ^_^ If you wanna be notified when it's up, just leave your e-mail address in your review!! ^^
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