A/N:  Hi all!  I'm just going to take a quick second to address a reader's question, because it's a really good question, and I feel like it.  Megami-sama – here are some answers: 1) Shouldn't Gohan have an emergency number other than Chichi? Answer:  Yep… but if you check the last chapter, after they wrote down Chichi's full info, they started being silly and just listing everyone.  The proper form complete with helpful, safe, information is lost somewhere behind a dresser or something.  2) Shouldn't Videl know what CC stands for?  Answer: Maybe.  But in my fic the term "CC" would only be used by the close friends of the Brief's.  Take DC for example.  If I told any one of my friends or relatives I wanted DC, they would know to go to the fridge and get me a Diet Coke, but if I asked a waiter/ress that (which I did one time), they would give me a really funny look.  Thus, as far as I'm concerned, Videl won't recognize it, and without any other information than the address and the name CC, and being that on forms people usually put the name of the person first, and then their company (if they add that at all), so she thinks CC is a person.  *Hugs Megami-sama* Thanks for asking!!

      DISCLAIMER: DBZ wasn't given to me for Christmas ^.^,  Maybe next year ^__^

      Whew, that was rather long!  But you guy's should know by now that It's My Party (and I'll Cry If I Want To), and I'll type if I want to!   ^_^;   Ignore him.  I was trimming down the words before the actual chapter and lost two, can you help me find them please!

Chapter 17: Flying Purple …

      Erasa and Sharpner were quite oblivious to the excitement that would soon grace their rather dull school lives.  Gym class had just officially been declared over by the insistent (and slightly irritating) ringing buzz of the schools class-change signal.  They had made a quick stop at their lockers, which happened to be adjacent.

      Sharpner pulled what looked like a brown paper bag from his locker, while Erasa pulled out a rather girlish pink flowery box that would've been more suited to a much younger girl.  Sharpner, who was occasionally graced with an intelligent thought, wondered if she kept it because she like it, or because her parent's hadn't gotten around to buying another one.  If he had been better gifted with a little something called memory, he would've recalled that he had been thinking this particular thought for the past several years, and had always opened his mouth to ask, just as he was at the moment, when …

      "Sharpner!"  A voice called from a little ways down the hall.  His blond hair momentarily fell in front of his vision as he got little heart-shapes around his head.  His angel had called him.  Then, before he could utter so much as a "Hello gorgeous", his angel called again.

      "Erasa!"  The owner of the second name, who hadn't paused for breath for the last few minutes, intent on giving Sharpner, and the unfortunate boy whose locker was one past Videl's, a moment-by-moment account of the goings-on in Gym class.  Both had tuned her out, as they had been standing 2 & 6 feet away from her during gym class, but knew interrupting her to remind her would just make the story longer.

      Erasa paused in her commentary long enough to welcome Videl with a "Hey girl!" before launching right back into her story, starting with "Hey Videl, did you hear what happened in our Gym class today?"

      Videl, stopped just in front of them, more than a little confused.  And who could blame the poor girl.  An alien had come and abducted one of her friends.  A nurse had harassed them.  She'd had to bully the principal.  Gohan had gotten himself knocked out somehow (the details around this event were still rather blurry – perhaps Gohan could fill in details later).  The teacher had basically handed the unconscious student to her and told her to go to West Capital to meet who-know-who or what.  Even saying whoever is on the list was human might be a mistake!  It could be reasoned that if the teen knew one alien he knew more than one.  And now, she was being asked if she knew what had happened in Gym class??

      While Videl was attempting to un-confuse herself, Sharpner had ever-so-slowly eased himself closer to her, and was in the process of casually slinging his arm over her shoulders.  Irrational Videl kicked into full gear, punching the blond neatly into the locker.

      Sharpner was quite unconscious.  Darn it!  There's another person we'll have to wake up or drag around.  Now that she had told Mr. Shinara she would be taking Erasa and Sharpner with her, she couldn't go and change her mind.  Deciding that little bit of action was required, she reached down, grabbed Sharpner's shoulders and shook him, while yelling "Sharpner!  Wake up NOW!!"

      The teen complied, and responded to finding his beautiful girlfriend (the blow to his head had apparently addled what little common sense he had) leaning down over him.  His natural instinct, upon feeling her hands on his shoulders was that she wanted to be held in his arms.

      Videl's reaction to Sharpner's latest stunt was a quick shove to the floor.  It had been a punch, but she'd forced herself to remember that she already had one body to drag around and changed her fist into a flat palm.  The jar of hitting the floor was enough to shake a little sense back into the dazed teen.

      Satisfied that Sharpner would not be trying anything, at least for a few moments, she turned back to Erasa, who was now watching intently, so she could, no doubt, inform the rest of her schoolmates what exactly had occurred during lunch that day.

      "Erasa, we need to go somewhere, you can bring your lunch, but we probably won't be back for the rest of the day.  That goes for you too Sharpner."

      And so, the trio wandered down the hall.  Well, Videl started stride down the hall, with Erasa following just after her.  Sharpner took a moment to pick himself off the floor, dust of his previously impeccable outfit, slam his locker shut and slide the lock into place.  He then loped after the two girls.

      Two minutes, and three hallways later, they came to the nurse's office.  Sharpner visibly cringed.  Videl almost grinned at the sight, but decided if he was going to be of any help to her in carrying Gohan, she'd better let him know Mrs. White wasn't at her post.

      "She's not in right now."  Videl commented, while pushing the door open with one hand.

      Sharpner and Erasa weren't quite sure what to make of their little 'adventure' so far.  But to have the nurse's office door opened to reveal a student on the floor was not in their "Top 10 Things That Happen at Orange Star High" list.

      Erasa was the first to figure it out, "Gohan?!"

      "Nerd-boy?"  Sharpner echoed.

      Videl nodded.  "We get to take him to CC, whoever that is, over in West City."

      "What happened to Gohan-chan?" Erasa asked, sounding a bit worried.

      "Frying pan."  Videl answered.  After two perplexed looks were thrown her way, she shrugged and added "Don't ask."

      Sharpner and Erasa wisely decided to follow that advise.  And Videl, noting that the two were quiet for the time being, quickly started filling them in on what would be happening.

      "… And that's just about it.  Mr. Shinara shoved this piece of paper in my hands, grabbed a copter-van and told me I had to take two students and Mr. Unconscious to whoever the next person on the list was.  Now you guys've got to help me drag him outside and get him into the copter."

      "I'll handle it, Videl.  Nerd-boy's so skinny a cat could drag him around."

      Sharpner quickly learned the error of that particular thought.  After 15 minutes of heavy huffing and puffing, they finally managed to get Gohan far enough from the school so the copter-van could be decapsulized and the "cargo" loaded.

      Forty-six minutes (and two arguments) later, the copter-van was rapidly approaching the outskirts of West Capital.  Videl was mumbling to herself about what she would do to any number of people when she got there, and was coming up with more and more interesting ways of making people give up any secrets they had.  Sharpner and Erasa were now arguing about who was more blond, though Videl, when she stopped to listen for a moment, wasn't sure if they were arguing strictly about hair-colour or the other traits that seem to go along with blond hair.

      Glancing down at the piece of paper again, she read "576 Capsule Corporation Drive, West Capital City".  Ready-or-not, Videl Satan was coming.

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A/N:  Okay… I know you've already read a long A/N at the top, but I was reading some reviews of other stories, and I thought I'd share a quick hint with you.  My writing isn't perfect.  I'm completely aware of that.  I'm not saying that giving me (or other authors) compliments is bad, I'm just saying if you feel like I've missed something, or not quite done something correctly, let me know.  Here's a quick guide to Constructive Criticism vs. Flaming.

Flamer:  WHY DID U RITE SO MUCH BACKGROUND!!  CAN'T YOUR CHRACTER'S SAY ANYTING … (etc. I think you guys are smart enough to know what flamers do)

Constructive Criticiser:  I do like your story, but I think you need to put more speaking parts in for the characters.  They seem to be walking around a lot, but not talking.

Hope that helped you!  A good dose of constructive criticism shows me what I can do better for future chapters.  If you want to read more about the art of constructive criticism, you can read the latest article of "A Fine Balance" by Firey A (you can find it on the main ff.net page).