Ok, I know I haven't worked on my other stories that much lately, but I did work on them a bit in England (hooray for a laptop). Anyway, I'll work on them when I get time, but I couldn't help starting this story. I don't own DBZ, DuH. Anyway, this is basically about what would happen if 2 real life girls switched places with Pan and Bra by an inexplicable occurrence. Read on to find out.

Prologue: REAL WORLD

16-year-old Claire Belofsky tapped the numbers on her neon red portable phone and put it to her ear. The phone ringed about 7 times before someone picked up.

"Hello?" Said a tired voice.

"Hi, may I speak to Sarah?" She asked, knowing very well who she was speaking to.

"Yeah, what's up?" Asked the girl with long black hair.

"Let's go to the mall." Claire said, chirping. Claire was exceedingly hyper this given morning. She usually didn't get that hyper until like 4 or 5pm or something. She held the phone to her ear by pushing her neck and shoulder together as she put her just-below-shoulder length light brown hair up in a high pony tail.

"Claire... it's 10 in the morning..." Sarah Anthony rubbed her dark blue eyes and yawned. The phone call had woken her up.

"Yeah, I know, and I couldn't sleep. And when I can't sleep, neither can anyone else. So common, let's go."

"You can't drive!"

"Yeah, but you can."

"What about Julie?"

"She's busy. So common!"

"Since when do you wake up before noon?"

"Since my bloody brother decided to blast that Jazz crap at 6am. COMMON!" She had started whining. *Oh my god...* Sarah thought.

"Fine, I'll be over to pick you up in 15 minutes." She sighed and she hung up the phone. She had always been too passive of a person... that, or she just didn't feel like putting up with Claire's whining.

*~*~*~*~

Once Claire hopped into the beat up old Mercury, Sarah put her foot on the accelerator and they took off. Claire wore her favorite black sleeveless shirt and nylon-type blue pants. She was short (a mere 5'1), and that outfit seemed to make her look even shorter. Sarah wore her typical baggy tom-boyish clothes... which, surprisingly enough, made her look TALLER than her already tall stature (she was about 5'11).

"So did you see yesterday's episode of Dragon Ball Z?" Claire asked.

"Of course. Duh." Was Sarah's response. The 2 girls lived in the middle of no where in a small, dull state called Rhode Island. Dragon Ball Z was the only thing that really kept their sanity (ok, so they weren't really sane to begin with, but that's ok). Sarah knew pretty much everything about DBZ, especially the fighting stuff. Claire, on the other hand, was more into how cute Mirai Trunks and Vegeta were, and everything non-fighting to deal with DBZ (is that possible?).

"I was on the floor laughing when Bulma called Vegeta cute."

"I know, that was so funny. And then...." Sarah went off on the fighting parts of the show. Claire phased off and looked out the window at the trees that seemed to multiply in the daylight. Sarah just seemed to go on and on and on and on. Claire abruptly jumped and faced her friend as the other girl's foot pressed harder on the accelerator. Sarah began swerving the car back and forth as though she were drunk.

"Sarah... what are you -" Claire was cut off by the sudden beeping sound of a truck coming their way.

"AHHHH!!!!!!!!" The two young girls screamed in unison as a flash of light blinded them and a crashing sound sent their brains into a seeming meltdown.