Hi minna-chan!
I'm back! I bet you all missed me too! This is my newest fic, called, "The Festival." So what's in this fic? The girls find a special book of Saiya-jin festivals and customs. So... what's gonna happen?
Standard disclaimers apply.
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Pan sat on the couch, twiddling her thumbs, and trying to cross her legs. She could hear her friend Bra giggle across the room, no doubt laughing at her uncomfortable disposition. Pan smiled strangely as her father continued his plot in this extremely boring story. She liked it, normally, when her dad told her stories of his childhood adventures, such as going to Namek, or fighting Cell, and her favorite stories were the escapades of Trunks and Goten (good blackmail don't you know). But now was different. She really had to go. Not only did she desperately need to use the restroom, but it was that time of the month again, and there were special things that needed attention.
Bra laughed as her best friend tried desperately to figure out what she was going to do, and tried even harder to cover up that she had to go. Bra crossed her arms, her friend needed help, and she knew Pan would help her in a similar situation. She calmly, and coolly cleared her throat, causing everyone to look at her. She smiled, and spoke up, "I think my mother needs help in the kitchen, making sure the food is edible and such, Pan, would you like to help me?"
Pan grinned mechanically, "Yes Bra, I supposed I could," she rose to her feet, "Sorry dad, you'll have to tell me the end of this story some other time."
Bra laughed, and guided her friend into the kitchen. The first thing Pan did was hug her friend, "Oh thank you Bra! Thank you so much! Five more minutes and I never would have lived it down!"
Bra laughed and pushed Pan off of her, "Yes well, you better go take care of your problem before you won't anyway."
Pan nodded quickly, picked up her purse, and ran up the stairs.
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"I can't believe this!" Pan cursed as she walked down the hall of one of the upper floors of Capsule Corporation. Little had she known that she had taken her purse in vain, for, alas, she was all out of supplies. Now here walked aimlessly, trying to find that one old storage closet Bulma had told her about the first time she got her 'friend', at one of Bra's sleepovers. It had been so long since she'd had to go find the closet, she'd forgotten where it was!
She'd found Bra's old room, hoping her dear friend would have had some left over in her bathroom. She realized her Uncle Goten hadn't been kidding when he said Bra had taken EVERYTHING when she moved out.
She continued her search. She half wondered if anyone had heard her scream upon finding out she was running on empty, and wondered even more what they thought when they heard her curse. But such wondering wasn't a necessity right now, because she was rapidly forgetting which part of the Capsule Headquarters she was in!
"This bites," Pan grumbled as she walked helplessly into another room, "Where is it?!"
The room she entered was dark, but yet, seemed inhabited, as she walked further in. It was clean, with dust everywhere, noting that whomever lived here, hadn't been in this room in years, "I got it! It's Bulma's old room, right?!" Pan squealed, "Thank you Dende! My prayers have been answered!"
She walked further in the room, looking around, curiosity pinged her mind,... it would be interesting to see what Bulma was like when she was younger. Though the room was nothing of which would be expected. There wasn't anything pink, or girly. Well, nothing save a pink 'Bad Man' shirt on the floor. She stepped over it, a quizzical look on her face. She walked to the closet, grinning madly at the thought of finally finding her prize. She opened the door...
THUMP!
"AH!" Pan screeched as she fell to her rump, arms waving through the air and legs sticking straight up. She lazed there a minute, trying to regain rational thought. She sat up, only to be greeted happily but a closet full of navy blue Saiya-jin armor. Pan blinked, "DENDE!" she screamed, "I'm in Vegeta's room!"
She was about to get up and run, until she noticed something next to her. The object that had sent her to her carpeted doom, and old dusty book. She picked it up, looking at it, poking it lightly. She suddenly noticed, across the top, was, in big bold letteres, the word "Saiya-Jin." The other word Pan couldn't make out, but she was sure this book was important.
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After finally finding the closet she so needed to find, Pan marched back into the kitchen, the book tight under her arm, "Bulma, would you look at this?"
The guys sat happily eating their food in the corner, almost all of them not even noticing that Pan was in the room. Bulma held out a hand to take the book, willing to give it a look. "Sure Pan," Bulma answered, "Who could it hurt?"
Famous last words dear readers... FAMOUS last words...
Vegeta chose that exact moment to walk in to the room. His stomach had long since notified him that there was desperate need of a re-fuelling, and he'd chosen now to answer to it. A large brown book in his mate's arms made his face go completely pale. "Woman?! Were did you find that?!"
Pan had been reading over Bulma's should, though she couldn't understand a word of it, "I...errr... found it in your olf room. I had been looking for a special closet... and I, got a little lost."
Vegeta reached out an arm, "Give that back right this minute!" Vegeta shouted, reaching for the book. He didn't get, because if he had this fic wouldn't go any further. Bulma jumped just out of reach, laughing at him. She stopped, and laughed out loud, "Look at this girls!" she said, as all the women of the Z-senshi crowded around her. They laughed as they looked at the picture. "I guess we've got to go decode this!" Bulma laughed to the guys, "Tah tah! Come on ladies!" she shouted as they all headed for the door.
Vegeta stood there, pale, terror stricken, and helpless. He felt as though he could cry, for the female had found the book that no wife of a Saiya-jin, more or less the Saiya-jin PRINCE, should read that book, see that book, even know of that book's exsistence.
Trunks sensed his father's pain, "What's wrong Dad?" he asked, "Is there something in that book that mom shouldn't know about?"
Vegeta nodded sadly, and sat down at the table, "That was a book of ancient Saiya-jin custums and festivals."
Goku looked up happily, "Yay! Another party!"
Uubu and Gohan grumbled, while Trunks and Goten went unscathed.
"Not that you BAKA!" Vegeta shouted, "there is every recorded Saiya-jin festival in that book. That woman is no doubt going to try one, and the one closest to this date is...is..." he stopped, as if it were too horrible to even contemplate.
"What is it Dad?" Trunks asked, suddenly become nervous.
"The festival of the dancing virgins."
A BIG sigh of relief.
"What's that?" Goku asked, puzzled. He'd never heard of any 'Festival of the Dancing Virgins.'
Vegeta looked on the verge of tears, "It's a festival performed by the females. But it affects the men more than anyone else. They started the festival three months before the actual celebration, the whole thing was to test one's mate. The females would cut off the male's supply of 'honey', if you will. The men had to go for a whole three months without, to prove to their mates they were faithful. The females could flirt with guys, and temp them, but can't do anything, to prove that they are worth more than our hungry Saiya-jin appetites."
Trunks, Goten, and Gohan paled immediately.
"Dend you ass... " Trunks mumbled.
"So that's just it?" Goku asked, "I can't have any honey for three months? No big deal, I'll just have butter on my biscuits."
"Dad," Gohan said, shaking him head, "that's not what he meant."
Goku looked even more puzzled, "What did he mean then?"
Goten gaged, "We can't have sex for three months!"
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BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Is this the festival of choice? How will the guys last? Wait and find out!
