And the polls are down. With a couple stragglers who shall go unnamed though you can look them up in the review bin, the final counts are: 1 for outside force, 2 for Erasa, 2 for Sharpner, 2 for Dende, 1 for Goku, and 6 for Videl. By the way, I forgot to mention earlier that inside trading is not gonna help you win this. You know who you are Mr. Beta of mine. Thought you'd slip in while I wasn't looking. Ha!

After releasing Trunks and Goten from their confinement, Gohan began plotting his next move. He knew that there were a few people besides the fangirls he needed to capture, along with the escaped Sharpner. They would be easy enough to capture; however, those fangirls…

Gohan shuddered. He had no idea what they were up to or what they wanted from him. All he knew was that he was going to have to be very careful around them. Thin their group out…a lot…before making a move to completely wipe them out.

Until then, who knows what they could be plotting. Stupid fangirls.

Carefully he made his way back to the waterfall, following his trail of mass wood chopping. Once he arrived at the site of terror, he crept up till he was close enough to spy on the girls, yet not close enough to be discovered. What surprised him though was that all they were doing was doodling on a drawing board. Wait, how did they get a drawing board and why were they just drawing on it? Yet another mystery to add to these unusual teens. Gohan shook his head, overwhelmed by the weirdness that was the human teenager. Why bother trying to figure out these people? First, they were incompetent at simple survival skills, then they could build golden statues from nowhere, and now these girls were just drawing. It was just about useless trying to figure them out.

Suddenly, Erasa spoke up. "Does everybody understand? Are there any questions?" Many of the girls nodded their heads, none of them asking any questions. "Okay then, move out!"

The girls began to scatter to different locations, a different objective in each girl's minds. Just watching them confused the young Saiyan. How did they make a plan with just drawings? Could it be that the drawings were the secret language of girls that he had heard so much about? It had to be. There was no other way they could not talk and write in a civilized language to come up with a plan. Hmm, he was just going to have to disrupt it.

Unfortunately, the only thing he could think of to distract them and foil their plans was to show himself to the insane fangirls. That would be the easy part, but there was a problem with that: he had nothing to fall back on once he did. Wait a second, Sharpner made all kinds of traps just to catch him. Maybe he could use those to his advantage. Gohan sighed. This half-baked plan of his was going to have to work or his end wouldn't be pretty.

Nope, not pretty at all.

Walking out of his hiding spot and into plain sight, Gohan called out "Hey girls! I'm right over here!"

Every girl whipped their head so fast to look at him that Gohan swore they should have gotten whiplash. Gulping as they gazed at him with lustful looks, Gohan began to regret his decision. If they caught him now, he was dead meat.

And dead meat isn't pretty at all.

"ATTACK!" one of the girls shouted as the boy-obsessed fangirls stampeded towards the frightened Saiyan.

Gohan's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and he soiled himself. After regrouping, Gohan tore off into the forest, hoping beyond hope that his foolhardy plan worked.

Pray for his soul.

Sharpner was in the process of thinking. Yes, you heard me, thinking...again. As painful as this was to him, he just had to come up with a plan. A plan that would ensure his destined victory over his enema...uhhh, that can't be right. I think he meant enamel. No, not that either. Could it be enemy? Yeah, enemy has to be it. Glad we got that covered.

Anyways, the blond boy had so much at stake right now; his ever growing list was proof of that. And it continued to grow with Kami knows what.

And he's too freaked out with what's on it to tell anyone.

Suddenly, he felt the ground moving. It started out as a small tremor, but was gradually increasing in strength with each passing second. What could be causing this? (my soul goes to who ever can guess what's causing it)

Suddenly, Gohan busted through the undergrowth, running as fast as his little legs could carry him. He didn't even give his archrival Sharpner a second glance as he disappeared further into the trees. Curious, Sharpner looked in the direction from which Gohan came from and wished he hadn't.

First he soiled himself, then he regrouped, and then soiled himself again. A stampede of the girls he found earlier was rushing right at him, crazy looks on their faces. Probably because they wanted more of the Sharpenator. It seemed like no one could resist his charm.

Before he could move or even pick his nose, he was trampled by the mob of girls, his girlish screams muffled beneath the latest fashion in footwear. For what seemed like forever, feet after feet crushed his breaking body until every single last girl had personally stepped on our brain dead hero.

Once the girls were gone, Sharpner stood up, footprints decorating his body, a bewildered look on his face.

"Ow," he said, and promptly fell face first into the ground. A weakly said "Why me?" soon followed it.

It had been awhile since Videl's escape from the gang of girls and their tempting board of doodles. Thoughts of said drawing board were still making her shudder.

When she had deemed that she was far enough away from the waterfall, she realized that she had left Trunks and Goten in that seemingly indestructible cage without torturing them long enough. Those little monsters still had to pay for treating her like a dead carcass that just happened to be hanging in a tree. Heading off in a random direction full of determination, Videl hurried back to the spot she thought she had left them but for some reason she couldn't find it.

Looking around her, she knew she recognized the area as where she left the chibis. Then something strange caught her eye.

There, off to her right, was a torn piece of duct tape.

A little further off, she found pieces of wood and tape scattered around; not big pieces, mind you, but in very small pieces. The wood itself looked a little burned. The tape showed little to no damage at all. Videl gave a low whistle. That was some duct tape.

Then she found the cage, or what was left of it. It looked like the top part had been blown off by some incredible force. The only part left of it was sticking out of the ground, about a foot of it left.

Using her "Satan brain," she tried to think of what could of caused such destruction. Hmmm...what could've possibly done this...not just anything could've done it...had to be something powerful, that's for sure...wait a second. The lights! The lights that flashed by earlier happened around this area. But could they've been powerful enough to destroy duct tape? What could this all mean?

Brain overload. Brain overload.

Oh crap. She was thinking too much. She knew that she wasn't as pitiful as Sharpner when it came to brain power, but she still didn't like to use her brain unless she was fighting. Great. Just when she needed it the most, she couldn't even use it.

There was some kind of word for this and what that word was, she didn't know. She just knew there was some kind of word for it. She needed to start paying attention in class.

…

What was she thinking? Paying attention in class. She had to be losing her mind.

It was the only explanation she had.

Suddenly, a lot of screams came from...somewhere else, disrupting Videl's moment of complete and utter confusion. It sounded like girl screams. There were many of them so that ruled out Sharpner.

What was going on?

Gohan was sweating profusely.

His plan had worked like a charm. The moment he ran into the minefield of traps, he was saved.

Barely.

The fangirls had managed to not only keep up with him, but had gained ground on him pretty quickly. They were almost within hand's reach of capturing the Saiyan.

Then the traps were sprung.

One by one and sometimes two, the girls fell victim to the traps, each girl letting out a scream as she was caught. Pits had opened up, ropes securing around ankles and jerking the victim into the air, you name it.

Now he had to haul them back.

Oh boy.

He knew the moment he let even one of the girls out of their trapped position, that one would jump him; so that ruled out simply freeing them from the traps and dragging them back. He sighed. Time to pull out the big guns.

He reached into his gi and pulled out the bane of chibis and fangirls alike.

Duct tape.

'The nights' not getting any younger, might as well get started,' Gohan thought morosely. And if one of you fine readers has a dictionary, let me know what that word means.

More shrieks were heard throughout the night, the screams mingling with the sound of stretching tape.

It had taken two hours to tape up and drag the struggling girls to the prison mentioned from an earlier chapter. Needless to say the girls had resisted to the bitter end or as much as they could resist when tied up in a ball of duct tape.

Tired and sweaty, Gohan wondered how much time he had left when he noticed the sky was starting to become light.

He had to hurry now. Dawn was approaching.