"Kowabungow," screamed Goku as he pranced around the living room, swinging his shirt around as he galloped into the kitchen.

"WOOGAH! WOOGAH! WE SHALL FEAST TONIGHT," hollered Gohan and Goten.

"Pan want feast too!" exclaimed Pan. "Now now, Panipoo." "Yes Ma," answered Pan.

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"Ugh, delicious mother, you've outdone yourself," Gohan mumbled as he unbuckled his pants so he wouldn't explode. All of the sudden there was a giant squealing fart that rippled throughout the small dining room. It came from little Pan.

"Mama! I did a grampa!" There was a roar of laughter from the table. Goku blushed. "Let's have a farting contest!" belched Goten. Goku went to the phone and called the Briefs.

Ring Ring.

" I'll get the blasted phone," hollered Vegeta.

" Hello?"

" Hey Veggie!"

" Beaver dam!"

" We're having a farting contest. Wanna come?"

" Kakarot."

" Yeah?"

" You're an idiot."

BEEP

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Bulma soon came over. Bulma liked a good orchestra of intestinal gas. She also dragged over Trunks, even though he had a bum bum problem so he couldn't fart. Boohoo. Goten had a karaoke mic.

"Ladies and germs! Welcome to the first annual Farting Fair! Each contestant gets 2 farts. The one who makes the loudest fart wins! We'll be using fart dust to get our booties going! Ciao! Wait..."

Goku whispered something into his son's ear. "We will also be using lighters to see who can make the biggest flame! You're beautiful world! Love ya! I wanna... EEP."

Goku pushed him off the couch.

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Contestant 1:

Gohan had meditated for a few moments to focus his gas. He put the mic to his behind and ripped a horn. EEEEERRRRPPPP! The judges gave him a 6.2 . He waited for about two minutes. He felt his stomach lurch. This was it, the big nelly! He pushed the mic to his bum and let it loose. The mic flew out of his hand and whacked Pan. He broke the window and the pop bottles exploded. The couch flipped over and everyone was pushed to the wall. He got a 9.7 . Now he had to use a lighter. He waited for the right moment to open his gates of gas. His stomach flipped, he flicked the lighter and his bum opened. The flame singed Goku's pants and then the fire was sucked back into Gohan's crack.

"MY ARSE IS ON FIRE! GET AN EXTINGUISHER!"

Goten threw his vodka on the flames. Now Gohans torso was engulfed in fire. Goku finally threw some punch on it. Gohan got a 5.

Contestant 2:
Pan let out a feeble whine from her bum. And then a bit of a squealing sound. She didn't use a lighter because of 'safety' precautions.

Contestant 3:

Goku did a bit of a yoga type thing. To "stretch his bum muscles" he said. He didn't need a mic or everyone would go deaf. The first fart was a magic trick. He farted and it came out Trunks' mouth.

"Okay, Ladies and gentlemen! I will blow up this house with my next fart. Here goes."

As Goku's intestines released an exploding gust of air and smell, it was utter chaos for the two families.

"Run Pan! RUN!" "MOMMY!"

Shards of glass and wood flew everywhere. People scattered away from Goku's house leaving a dumb and quite perplexed Goku standing with his pants blown off of him.

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