A/n- I would like to thank both of the beta-readers who proof this for me! I'm soooooooo glad to have ya'll!

Somebody Help Her

Chapter 4: Car Jams and Cheerleading

Bra and Pan walked through the school as quickly as possible, though there were moments when they had to slow down their fast pace for Bra's sake. And many people were turning their heads as they saw Bra walk by dressed in black.

"Okay so far so good." Bra said as they stopped near a corner for her to rest.

"Exactly why do we have to hide around corners anyway?" Pan asked as she eyed the young blue haired hybrid grasp her middle. "Because…There's one person I don't want to run into. And she always hangs out and lingers in the hallways. At least if we stay her near the corner, where most people walk, we'll have a less chance of being discovered." Bra answered as a wave of nausea passed her.

"What? This is a first. Bra Briefs not wanting to be in the spot light?" Pan mused as she chuckled a bit.

"This is not funny Pan!" Bra hissed as she grabbed the poor, unsuspecting girl by her collar. "Just wait until you have to go through this and we'll see who'll be laughing then," Bra mumbled as she let go of Pan.

"Whoa! Okay I get your point! Don't mistake me for your brother now. I don't want his knuckle sandwich." Pan stated as she chuckled nervously.

"I think it's safe for us to move now," Bra said ignoring Pan.

But they moved from their spot too soon. As Pan and Bra turned the corner they were spotted by the one person that Bra was trying to avoid. And many of the students know her and her followers as….The Fashion Police.

"Like, oh my gosh! Bra what have you done!" a red-head junior yelled. Bra and Pan looked behind them. "Oh no! Not the fashion police!" Pan mumbled as she lowered her head and shook it lightly. "That's who I was trying to avoid," Bra mumbled as the junior continued to come their way, a look of utter disgust and shock on her face.

"Um….Mandi hi!" Bra stuttered.

"Don't you 'hi Mandi' me, Miss Briefs," Mandi snapped. "What's this? You're in black!" She shouted as she pointed at Bra's attire.

"And not to mention you look like a goth." another girl with brunette hair added in a slow drawl. Pan rolled her eyes.

"Well…" Bra couldn't think of anything.

"Bra you know that black went out of style since the last issue of 'In Fashion'," Mandi scolded as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

"Well, unfortunately for you, Mandi, there was a recall on those and it turns out black is back honey," Pan challenged.

"And, like, how would somebody like you know?" Mandi all but sneered. "Yeah, like you are a total fashion reject. That shirt so doesn't go with that jump suit, and then you got the un-matching hair tie to boot." The brunette spoke again.

Pan growled but said nothing more as she began to dig in her backpack. "Don't take my word for it- look at this." Pan said as she pulled out of her pack a snippet of the fashion editorial. Mandy snatched the page from Pan and her jaw dropped as she continued to read. "Oh no!" Mandi gasped.

"And also, Mandi, if you paid close enough attention to the fine print it would have told you that was a typo," Pan supplied as she grabbed Bra's arm in an effort to make a hasty retreat. "Know this while you're at it too, Mandi. Orange isn't really your color. It makes you look fat," Pan called over her shoulder as she continued to push Bra down the hall.

Mandi tore her eyes from the article and looked down at her orange colored mini dress, which looked liked she squeezed into it, and at her matching high-heeled boots. As Mandi's face pinched up to squeal, Pan watched on in complete bliss out the corner of her eye. After a long, hard year-long battle with the fashion police she had finally defeated the Fashion Queen at her own game.

'Now just to neutralize this fashion diva and my life mission shall be complete!' Pan thought as she looked over at Bra, whom was breathing in a sigh of relief.

"How did you get that article? I didn't even know about it," Bra asked as they finally made it to their first period class.

"Actually one of my friends works at this magazine shop and she told me about the recall and new shipment, and gave me a free copy to show me that article. I kept it on me to save for a rainy day," Pan said as they took their seats at the head of the class.


Well, time was running extremely fast in the eyes of the young Saiyan Prince. He sat at his office desk tapping his pen again the oak table staring at the clock that was ever so quickly speeding to his lunch break.

'Man, not even on a good day does time run like this!' Trunks thought bitterly as he sighed and looked down at the paper work beneath him. But his mind couldn't focus on the boring subject that was printed on the white sheets of paper.

Trunks shook his head.

'And why do I, of all people, have to be the one to get these girly things? ARG! Little sisters!' Trunks thought as the pen he had been holding in his hand snapped in half. The sound of the breaking pen tore through Trunks' thoughts and he groaned out loud, as it was the third pen he had broken that day.

'I need to relax…At least Dad have to help me…. Though knowing him he'll just make me do all the embarrassing stuff, and then when Bra says something he'll most likely take the credit he didn't even earn.' Trunks argued in his head.

"Mr. Briefs, you have a call on line five." A tall blonde, green-eyed woman stated as she entered Trunks' office.

"Thank you Ami," Trunks replied to his secretary. When she nodded her head and left Trunks picked up his office phone and clicked over to line five.

"Yes, this is Trunks Briefs speaking," Trunks mumbled unhappily.

"Man, Trunks, what's got you sounding like your gonna die?" Trunks recognized the voice belonged to Goten.

"Hey Goten," Was Trunks' only answer.

"Yo, are you in trouble with Vegeta or something?" Goten asked, curious.

"If only!" Trunks exclaimed. "Then what's eating ya?" Goten pried. "Man, it's my sister! She's getting on my nerves."

"How?"

"Well…" Trunks stopped. He was unsure of how to explain his situation to Goten.

"Well what?" Goten cried impatiently.

"Well Goten you see…You know that thing that girls go through?" "What thing?" "You know that 'thing' they go through every month or so?" Trunks questioned trying to save himself the drama of saying the word.

"Um….No." Goten replied.

"You know, that THING that girls go through were they're all crabby and have no patience all for about a week or so? And they often use that excuse for why they don't want to go to bed with you, too." Trunks pressed, starting to get aggravated by his friend's slowness.

"Ummmm…"

"Her period Goten! She going through her first period and she's ticking me off because she's turning all her anger onto me and because she wants me and dad to go the store and buy her whatever girls need when they're going through their period!" Trunks hollered into the phone out of his frustration.

Goten held the phone away from his ears as his friend yelled out what he had been hinting at. When Goten was sure it was safe he put the phone back up to his ear.

"Look Goten I'm sorry for yelling at you." Trunks apologized.

"It's alright. But wow…Man….Gee Trunks I wish I could help you." Goten said as he thought about what Trunks had just told him.

"Yeah me too." Trunks replied.

But then a just as he was about to repeat the line again, a thought struck Trunks. And a small smile began to wipe on Trunks's face.

"Hey Trunks are you still there?" Goten questioned. "Hey Goten…There is a way you can help me after all." Trunks said as his smile only continued to widen.


"Don't worry Bulma, we'll be at the air port in no time!" Chichi cheered as they were still in the limo, on the verge of being near the airport.

"I know already," Bulma said forcefully. Bulma was happy to have everyone's support and everything, but still they didn't have to say something like that to her every five minutes!

Suddenly the limo driver slammed on the breaks from it's fast paced speed it was once traveling at. "Hey, just what the hell is going on up there?" 18 yelled through the speaker that lead to the front. After a moment of fumbling to press the respond, heavy breathing could be heard.

"I'm sorry everyone, but it would appear we are in the middle of a big set back."

"What do you mean 'big set back'?" Bulma asked angrily.

"We seem to be caught in the middle of a stand-still traffic jam," the driver replied.

"Oh, come on, you can't be serious!" Bulma shouted angrily at the limo driver.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Breifs, but I'm afraid we're in the middle of a traffic jam," the limo driver repeated.

"Argh!" Bulma exclaimed as she slumped back down into her seat.

Videl lowered down the side door window, and when it was all the way down she poked her head out only to see a sea of cars that stretched for miles and miles to come. 'Oh crap,' she thought as she sat back down in the limo and looked at everyone else.

"Well we won't be going anywhere for a good while," Videl commented out loud.


A/n- Hey everyone I'm sorry it took me a million years to update this I've been very busy lately. So please don't hate me! I won't make you wait like that ever again. I promise.

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