Sending out an S.O.S.

Being the president was one of the best things working at Capsule Corp. Girls made Pan lunches, she could take naps in her office, postpone her schedule, and request days off. Being president was the best thing to happen to her.

Except today.

Today she had to stay all day at the office and looked over the workers reports and check their inventory. She would have her secretary do this but she called in. So here Pan was, hunched over the keyboard, matching the reports of inventory to their original supplier and import and export times. Hopefully Trunks was having a better time. Yeah right, Pan thought, I hope he's having an awful day just like I am.

Trunks was having the time of his life. They had a four day weekend and he was spending it at the lake with Pan's friends. They had rented a boat so they could ski and Trunks was driving. They didn't know that Pan could drive a boat. Trunks didn't know if she could, but she could now.

"Go around in a circle again, Pan!" called the bug lady who Trunks found out her name was Debbie. Trunks obliged and turned the boat 360 degrees and the blonde they ate lunch with, Victoria, fell off her skis. He turned back around to pick her up and the girls brought her in and pulled in the rope.

"You all right there, Vicky?" Trunks asked her.

"Yeah, but I think we should head back to the cabin. My ears are clogged with water and I don't want to get swimmer's ear." Victoria answered him.

Trunks drove them back to the shore and tied the boat to the dock and they climbed off. They had rented a cabin a few miles from town for the weekend since it was just the three of them. It wasn't a large cabin, only a single story, but it just right. When they got there they changed into dry clothes and sat in front of the television. Trunks had the loveseat to himself, which he was very glad because his stomach was hurting very badly and he wanted to curl up.

"You all right, Pan?" Debbie asked when she saw Trunks rubbing the area below his navel.

"Hm?" Trunks rolled over on his stomach to help the annoying cringe, "Oh yeah, I'm just having a stomach ache." And now he had a headache. Damn, this just wasn't a good day.

"I told you not to eat those six frozen bean burritos," Vicky told him.

Trunks smiled, "Yeah, I guess I should've listened." He didn't think it was the burritos, Pan could out eat him with Mexican food and she never complained about stomach aches. This had to be something different because now he couldn't stand the scent of Vicky's hairspray that he couldn't smell before. He rose himself from the couch, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Don't stink it up," said Vicky.

"Ha ha ha," Trunks sarcastically laughed. He walked into the restroom and sat down. His stomach was killing him. It felt like it curled and cramped around his gut. He pulled down his shorts and underwear, and good thing he was already on the toilet because he would've peed on himself. On the liner of his panties, was a sticky red substance that couldn't be mistaken for anything else than what it was.

Trunks covered his mouth to cover the loud gasp. No. Not today. Not this. Why him? Why him? Why this? He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped up as much as he could and then himself. He stuck some toilet paper in his underwear and pulled up the shorts. He searched through the cabinets to find something, but no such luck.

"Oh c'mon!" He urgently whispered. What was he suppose to do? He couldn't ask the girls for help; that would be more embarrassing. He knew of only one person to help him in this delicate situation. "She's not gonna let me hear the end of this." Heaving a sigh, he pressed two fingers to his forehead and disappeared.

He reappeared in his own office and heard a commotion when he arrived and saw Pan climbing back into her seat.

"Dammit Trunks!" She cursed at him, "Don't do that! You scared the living daylights out of me! And what if someone else was here?"

"I got bigger problems than that." He marched over to the desk. "Guess what happened to me just now."

"You appeared in my office?"

"Stop being a smart alik. And this is still my office. No, I started your…you-know-what." He waved his hands to emphasize what he meant.

Pan's eyes glinted for a second. "I have no idea what you mean by my you-know-what."

Trunks glowered, "You know exactly what I mean, Pan."

"I haven't got a clue. What do you mean, Trunks?"

"Pan, I'm not fooling around."

"My you-know-what, hm, I've never heard of that."

He grabbed Pan by the collar of her white business shirt. "I'm on my period! That's right! I'm on the rag! I'm hanging up a bloody towel! I'm hormone crazy! I'm leaking the red liquid! I'm meeting the monthly monster! I'm having tea with damsel's disaster!"

Pan smiled, "You sure do know a lot of terms for being menstrual."

Trunks blushed and removed his hands. "Just tell me what to do." He glowered.

Pan smiled, "Well, do you have the necessities?"

Trunks looked at her, "The what?"

Pan sighed, "Pads, tampons, the works?" Trunks shook his head. "Then what are you using right now?"
"Toilet paper."

Pan fell out of her seat, "Toilet paper? You can't use toilet paper!" She rubbed her forehead, "Just get to my bathroom and get all the stuff. I'll show you how to put them on. I can't believe it's already the twenty-sixth."

Trunks' eyebrows perked up, "Wait, that's why your calendar had it circled in red? Because that's when you-"

"When you were going to start. You mean you didn't know that?" He shook his head, "You should've asked me."

"I'll just get the stuff." With that he disappeared.

"Okay," said Pan. Trunks had retrieved all the necessary materials under her bathroom sink. "You wear this when you're sleeping." She held up a large flat pad. "You wear this when you're dressed, but make sure you can't see it and you're wearing the proper underwear." She picked up a larger pad that had the words 'with wings' printed on it. "Now, if you can't wear this, like with tight pants or shorts or a bathing suit, use a tampon. Speaking of that," she took out a tampon from the box and unwrapped it. "To put one on, you hold it like this." She had the shaft between her middle and pointer finger with her thumb under the base. "Then you insert it and push it in like a shot." She pushed the base into the tube and the cotton ball and string fell out. "Then you pull out the plastic tubes and check and make sure you can see the string coming out." Pan blushed deeply, "Oh my god! You can see my jewel! Gross! Yuck!" She furiously shook her head.

Trunks rolled his eyes, "Trust me, it doesn't phase me that much."

She sighed. Good thing this was only between her and Trunks. "Alright, do you have any questions?"

"One."

"Okay, shoot."

"What?"

Pan fell over.

Trunks exited the bathroom with his arms full of boxes of female necessities. He sneaked off into the bedroom he was sharing and hid the boxes underneath his bed. Then he came back out in the living room where the other two girls were.

"Damn Pan, You were in there for over an hour!" Said Vicky.

"Are your intestinal tracks working at the normal rate?" Debbie asked concerned.

"I told you not to eat those burritos." Vicky gave her the I-told-you-so looks that Bra was famous for.

"I'll keep that in mind," he told them as he sat down on the couch. He felt he didn't need to tell them about what happened today.

"You want to go out on the beach?" Debbie asked him.

"Um, I was kind of thinking that we could stay here tonight." Trunks told her. He didn't want to go out; he felt bloated and besides, he would have to wear the dreaded tampon! There are some lines a boy should never cross, even in the body of a girl, and that was at the top of the list.

"Oh, c'mon Pan!" Vicky grabbed his hand and pulled him off the couch, "We don't want to stay in this musty ol' cabin the entire trip! We want to tan, swim, and most of all, flirt with hot dudes"

Trunks sighed and felt his cheeks heat up. Curse you Dende for my fate!

Pan had drove herself to the Son residence to see how Trunks had been since he had started the red demon. She couldn't help but laugh at him. It wasn't everyday a guy got to understand how hard it was being a woman. It was about time someone did.

Pan knocked on the door and waited for it to answer. Trunks and the girls had to cancel the last two days of their weekend because they had a bad storm come in so they decided to head home instead spend the rest of their vacation stuck in the cabin. She didn't have to wait long as she heard stomping footsteps and the door opened and she saw Trunks in baggy sweats.

"Hey," said Trunks.

Pan blinked, "Can I come in?"

"Uh, sure." He stepped aside and let her in, "I thought you were the pizza guy."

Pan looked around. It had been a long time since she had been in her own house. Now she really missed it. "Is Gohan and Videl here?" She asked incase her parents were in the next room.

Trunks shook his head, "Nah, they went off with Eighteen and Krillin."

Pan studied his wardrobe, "Sweats? You've been working out?"

Trunks rubbed the back of his neck, "Um, not exactly. I, uh, sort've leaked on all the other pairs."

Pan's jaw dropped, "You what!"

"Well I couldn't help it! How am I suppose to know when the damn thing's full?" He yelled at her.

"You change every time you go to the bathroom!"

"I don't pee every hour!"

"You don't need to! Just check it every four-six hours!"

"What do you want me to do, synchronize my watch!"

"If it helps!"

"I can't believe how difficult this period thing is!"

"Now you know how I've felt for the past five years."

"You've been on this thing for the past five years? How do you do it?"

Pan shrugged one shoulder, "I'm use to it now."

Trunks crossed his arms, "Well, I'm not getting use to it. I hope Dende comes up with that damn antidote."

"Ah," said Pan as she crossed her arms in the all-knowing way, "I see you are experiencing the hormones. 'Bout time."

Trunks blushed, "Get off my back."

"You do know you owe me new pairs of jeans, right?"

Trunks blinked, "I do?"

Pan dropped her arms, "Yes! You ruined my pants!"

"Oh yeah," Trunks blushed, "Well, how do I know what pants to get you?"

"I usually tell Bra and Marron I need new clothes and they usually buy them for me, then I just fix it up to match my style." Pan put her hands in her pockets, "It saves me from shopping and it gives them another chance to hit the mall."

Trunks sat down in the living room and Pan followed, "If Bra could live in the mall she would."

"She did try to camp out for some early morning shoe sale once, remember?"

"Oh yeah, she even had the tent and everything."

Pan started laughing, "And then the manager of the store told her she had to leave."

"But sir, I want the stilettos!" Trunks mocked.

Both Pan and Trunks were laughing so hard they were almost crying. "And when Vegeta had to pick her up! But Daaaaaaaddy! I want some shoooooooes."

They were laughing so hard, their sides hurt. They hadn't laughed like this in such a long time, it felt great. Trunks didn't see Pan in his body; he saw his best friend Pan sitting beside him, laughing and joking. The same was for Pan. It was just like before. The two of them together and laughing at each other's jokes, making fun of one another, and just have chit-chat. It was like nothing had changed.