Last time on 'Girl in Trunks'! …Well, nothing much happened ^-^; A young teenage girl was suddenly ZAPPED! into the DBZ world, but someone made a big mistake….

*Nods at Dende, high up in the sky*

(Dende) Hey! I didn't do it!

Suuuure, you didn't Dende, suuure. *winks at the readers*

(Dende) *muttercoughmutter*

Right. On to the story =3

DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ, leave me alone. I'm not making money off this (Who is?), so don't sue =P


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::Trunks POV::


It was early in the morning and I was rudely awakened by a loud, buzzing noise near my ear. A little TOO close, if you ask me. I briefly wondered what it could be, since I don't have an alarm clock in my room. Glancing up, I discovered it WAS an alarm clock.
I snorted, thinking Pan had placed it there so that I wouldn't forget we were suppose to go sparring this morning.
I grabbed the clock, shaking it violently so that it would stop making that irritating sound. After shaking the thing for two minutes, I noticed my hand didn't exactly look like MY hand anymore. I frowned, bringing it closer to my face. What the heck… Long nails? Small, elegant fingers? And NAILPOLISH?!
I jumped up from my bed, gawking at my body who just wasn't MINE anymore! Of course, while jumping up from the bed, my suddenly long legs got strangled into the covers and I fell face first onto the ground, making a loud BAM! noise.

'Owwww!!!' I sat upright and rubbed over my sore nose, muttering something about killer-covers. I froze when I heard a knock on the door.

'Gem? You okay?'

I jumped up from the ground, covering my scarcely covered and PETIT figure (A/N: Well, comparing it to his other body, it is ^^) with the blankets.

The door slowly creaked open, revealing a redheaded woman. Not knowing what to do, I just gawked at her. The woman snickered when seeing the situation I was in and winked.
'Falling off beds again, Gemma? Must've had a bad dream then.'

'Yeah, this is a really BAD dream.' I muttered, scratching my head confused.

The woman giggled again and took a step away, back to the hall. 'Go get yourself dressed, Granny is expecting us in an hour.'

Before I could say anything else, she'd shut the door and disappeared.
I let out a frustrated sigh and fell back onto the bed again. This was madness! I mean, what could I do? There wasn't some foe I could fight with, this was completely out of control!
I buried my face deep into the pillow, desperately trying to squeeze everything away. Of course that didn't happened and I ended up gasping for air.
Then my eye caught something strange… I stared at the face on the pillow, thinking my eyes were fooling me. There was a picture of … of ME on that pillow! Well, not a real life picture… It looked strange, almost like I was drawn or something.
This just wasn't right anymore… Things were getting weirder by the minute! Then -like every morning- my stomach rumbled. At least some things didn't change...
After pondering things for a minute, I figured this could be a joke, made by my mother. This whole thing could be virtual! I slapped my forehead, thinking I'd find the solution to this whole messy situation.
Of course! She was monitoring me right this minute, laughing her ass off at the things I'd done!! Well, she wouldn't get me… I smirked, threw my hair over my shoulder and stood upright. No way she was making fun of me!
I grabbed a few clothes, which were laying near the bed on a wooden chair and quickly put them on, not wanting to see the alien body I now possessed. The clothes were a bit more tighter then the clothes I normally wearied, but I had no other choice. Either that, or my bunny-pyjamas... The choice was easily made. Trunks Vegeta Briefs would NEVER make a fool out of himself, even IF he looked like a girl! That's a fact…



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A/N: Well, here's part two. I just want to tell you people in America that I sympathise with you, I heard the news yesterday, about 5 PM. It's just cruel and cold-hearted, those son-of-a-b*tches who did this are seriously !@!#$! up.
I wish the people who are family or friends of the victims best of luck, god bless you.

Dell.