AN: Okay, I wrote "The Challenge" as a stupid little short story. Then I came up with this, and I decided to just put them both together under one title: "Silly Shorts." Any time I scribble out a silly little short fic, it'll go here. Just clarifying that for everyone. And now, on with the story! If anyone tells me that they peg the ending, I won't believe them, not one little bit. And no cheating! I don't own DBZ.

Let Me Go!

Oh no!

It's got me!

I can't get free!

It's wrapping me up in its terrible grasp…it's inching its way around my neck, closing around my neck…and I don't think it's going to let go by itself…

I can feel the bizarre texture tightening around my throat…the thing feels so strange against my skin…but that really doesn't matter too much…

Let go!

Let go right now!

No, no, no…

Let me go!

How do I get rid of it?

If I don't get out…

Oh no!

It's going to kill me!

How do I get it off?

I can feel it tightening around my neck…

Its death grip.

It's cutting off my air…

The room's getting dark…

So dark in here…

So this is what it feels like to die…

I can't see anything anymore…

It's all going black…

I'm dying now…

It's choking me…

I'm fading fast…

It's strangling me…

No…

Get it off…

I don't wanna die now…

I'm too young to die…

Someone help…

Someone please help me…

Help me, please…

"Goten, why don't you just open the door?" Gohan asks in exasperation. "Honestly, you are such a drama queen sometimes!"

I stop struggling and look at him. But wait…it's still got me! I blink at him a few times while my mind processes his suggestion.

"…oh!" I say as realization starts to dawn, and then I give him our family's trademark smile.

After all, big brother knows everything.

Okay, I'll try it.

I reach over, grab the handle, and pull on it. The car door opens.

And sure enough, the automatic seat belt lets go.

AN: This is based on something that actually happened to a friend of mine. She got stuck in my automatic seat belt. Poor girl was practically crying because she couldn't get out. Then I said, "Rachel, why don't you open the door?" And she did, and it let go. It was funny. Thanks, Rachel, for the inspiration!