The night of

The Ribbon Dance

I don't own anyone in here 'cept the dancers

And it'll have two or more chapter's whe it's finished, kay?

Goten's POV


I look at the picture everyday when I awake. Her standing there in my arms, her blue hair leaning softly against my neck. That was a good day. -RING- -RING-. The phone again. "Hey, Goten?"
"Yeah, wadda you want Trunks," I sighed.

"We-ll, I saw an advertisement to the ribbon fest. I thought you might like to go."

"As your date?" I teased

"course not, I am not a hoe." He took that a little to personally.

"Who all will be there?" I was hoping he wouldn't say,

"Bra"

"Trunks!"

"What!"


Bra

I'm so regretful. When I broke up with him I lost all the people of importance. (other then Daddy.) Trunks hates me more then before, Pan-chan won't talk to me because of her uncle's heart, but worst of all I lost him, I never knew I loved him so much, maybe I could bump into him at the ribbon dance.


Marron, she's acting really weird, almost as if she wants him all to her self. That won't happen. I'll make sure of it, but does he still like me, and why has Trunks been running around like a mad-man. Those are just some mystery's of this world, and the answer to I may never know.

Goten

It's all ready been 2 years since dad disappeared then Mom dyeing, followed by Bulma-san. To many death's, in such a short time, my only comfort was her, and I want her back. Why'd she do it why'd she leave. She doesn't even come over to see Gohan anymore.

I'll probably see her at the ribbon fest, sometime.

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Bra

Mommy. Why'd you leave. "B?"

"Yes Daddy?"

" would you like to go to the ribbon festival with me" I would only be to happy to, I told him that and we left.

Gohan

flash back


"Daddy, look, they look like... Angels!"

"Yeah, they dance with red ribbons to hope a happy love life to all the young lovers, and blue for all the friends in hope they'll stay together."

"Neat-o"


End flashback


Goten's first ribbon dance,it was then made a tradition. Every year after that the squirt went back, with a friend, a girl, or family, but I'm afraid he won't go this year, he's really depressed. "Daddy!"

"What Pan"

"Let's Go, come on before the lines get to long"

"Okay"