Step 1

Step 1- Acknowledging The Situation

In the first week after the discovery of the holy book of festivals of the planet of Vegeta-sei, though hated by few, was not as terrible as the original impact. When one heard of said festival, "Of the Dancing Virgins," you could of course fear the worst. As my dear hubby, Trunks had. Shortly after we told our husbands of this sacred day in their foreign culture, their faces turned whiter than snow, and my Uncle burst into tears. I noticed Bulma cackling evilly over in her corner, soon realizing this was power for her. The only real thing she had control of in the eyes of the Prince of the Saiya-jins was their sex life, and if she managed to tear away any that he was getting, all hell would break lose.

Apparently, that's how Bulma wanted it.

Trunks quickly threw himself to my feet, and I, for the first time, realized the power I too had. I was no were near as good a throne as Bulma, nor was Trunks in an equally bad disposition as his father, I was also passed the glorious flame of power. Stronger than ki, stronger than any human strength, was nothing to what you held in your hands. Power ladies, sheer and utter power.

Bulma had quickly shooed we, the almighty women back to our collective corner in the kitchen before we consulted the men of our tribe again. A few things needed to be set up. Bulma set out a book, which she so originally dubbed, the festival journal. In this book, once a month, we women were to write about the experiences of the next three months. She also set out what she called "the steps." We each were given a step, mine being the first. The next few went out in a circle, though I don't presume to remember what it was. My step, the first of the steps, was "Acknowledging the situation," which is exactly what I did.

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Bulma had suggested that we women take time off from our collective jobs. She saw no trouble in this, seeing as all most of us would have to do would be bring in a signed note saying that Mrs. Bulma Briefs and said we needed the next three months off for a "family emergency". Not such a bad lie. My job, however, posed a slight problem, seeing as I, Pan Briefs, was the president of my father's old company. The two hell pits, as Trunks liked to call them, (Capsule Corporation and Son Industries) and become a tag team over the years. I figured at first that such duties would be impossible, because, like Trunks, my boss was also a family member. My dad. Bulma quickly found a loophole for me though, both my mother and the fact that my job would keep his brain off of.... other things....

My next big step would require my job, however. My rank in the social classes of the building gave me immediate access to the speaker systems, and if I damn well wanted it, it could reach into Capsule Corps too. My first step of this morning was the turn on the intercom, and press the buttons that gave me access to both buildings. I also turned on my trusty CD player (which Trunks wouldn't let survive the night). My song of choice was old, and stupid, coming right off the Poke'mon soundtrack, which I had borrowed from little Timmy down the street (Thanks Tims!). I smiled a stupid grin, as I held up the microphone to my lips, chuckling as I spoke calmly, "Attention employees of both Son Industries and Capsule Corps," I said, pausing to in vision Trunks looking up from what he was doing, grumbling and making a fist, "This is Son Industries President Pan Briefs speaking, if I may have your attention. I will be leaving on a family emergency, courtesy of Mrs. Bulma Briefs. Before I go, I would like to send a special message to my husband, and those of you who have been working with me since I started this job, and only saw me take off for that one trip to space (AN: Different fic), and my wedding. This is for you." I clicked the correct button, and placed the CD by the speaker.

Vacation need a little sun to break up all this frustration

And turn it into love

Ain't no body gonna tell us what we gonna do

Because today, it's up to you

I can only imagine I looked like I big moron dancing absurdly down the hallways of my place of emplyment, but at the time, I didn't really mind it all that much. I had a message for my hubby, and dear, you will listen to me.

Temptation coming up to me

A little relaxation and I'll be great to be

Come on and weeky weeky loo at the

It's gonna start now

By the time I got to the street, I was to realize (along with many other innocent bystanders) that my little announcement had been heard on speakers outside the buildings... Which only now makes me wonder,... what did people think if they heard Trunks and my late-night-after-hours talks? Boy is my face red!

My little escapade continued in the elevator of the building, as a few children behind me tried that awesome worms commercial. Though somehow I think the occupants of this elevator didn't have green faces because of that. I was still dancing as the song hit it's last verse, and I still had five floors to go.

Vacation's were I wanna be

Party on the beach where the fun is free

We don't need a holiday, it's time to celebrate

Cause I need a break I need a vacation

My song was almost over by the time I reached my husband's office. I decided to pull myself together before I walked in, brushing my hair with my hands and dusting off my skirt. I opened the door and walked coolly in, one foot in front of the other. Trunks looked innocently at me, and grinned as if he loved the song, "You finally gonna get to that house cleaning Pan-chan?" he asked me. The bastard.

"Nope," I replied, trying my hardest to get into a voice that would turn him on, "I'm going home, so I can tidy up and change and then when you get home..." I said, inching my skirt up, and taking a seat on his desk. I picked up his tie, and began to play with it ideally, "then we can play..."

A look of horror spread across Trunks' features. If only I could read his mind... I really would like to know what the poor man had been thinking at that moment.

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Trunks worked late that night, no doubt in a powerful attempt to avoid snapping in half at my touch. I had noticed that he failed to give me a kiss before he left the next day, I like to think he was stressed, or for what it really was, an escape, but I feel he was afraid of what a small lack of control would get him into.

In no way depressed, and in actuality giggling like a giddy teenager, I lefted my hand to give a check in with my best friend. I knew Goten was a girl-crazy boy, and I figured he'd liked to give Bra a run for her money, but in the sake of curiosity, I had to call. "Hey Bra, what's up?" I asked as I turned on Regis and Kelly.

I heard Bra laugh on the other line, "Goten left early this morning to train with your grandfather Pan. He said he felt he was getting rusty and needed to catch up for old time's sake."

I nibbled happily on a steamy hot French fry, "Which is the guys code for....?"

"He couldn't stay home," Bra laughed, "You know, those guys never seem to know what they got till they lose it, ya know?"

"Boy do I," I replied, "Trunks didn't even kiss me goodbye. Last time I had to wonder what was getting them so uptight already, but then I was able to translate it to female turns. It's kinda like when you go on a long car trip, and you know it's going to be a long trip, so you go to the bathroom before you leave, and you have to go an hour later anyway."

Bra laughed, "I suppose you could be right about that. Poor Trunks, he's gonna have to keep it in his pants for the next three months!" she laughed, and I did with her.

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Hi minna! SilverInochi-chan here! Damn Neo broke out the infamous 'Whompa Stick' (get your heads out of the gutters guys!) I am pleased to present you with the next chapter of the festival. The next one will be Bra, and her and Goten's week. I hope you liked it.

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