Step 2

Hi! Sorry this chapter took me awhile, but be happy- Neo didn't get the "Whompa Stick" on my ass this time! Here Neo, this is for you. You have this week's reading material.

The actual reason my computer was down was because last Monday (is in, not this past Monday, but the one before that) I noticed my AIM wouldn't stay connected longer than 3 minutes, and my connection was becoming crappy. After I called Charter to see what the problem was, and after and hour on the phone, we'd only made the problem worse. When someone came to give us a new connection, we were in church, and they couldn't fix it until Tuesday afternoon.

A lot of this stuff was inspired by my friends Cleo and Kei. We entered the Crop Walk this past weekend, and Cleone got a little weird by the end. She told me I should put this in, because we got to hyper the may make no sense at all.

In response to thee to reviewed "Aishiteru 2: Alloys and Boy Toys", yes, I am working on them too, but Michi is also writing it. She hasn't written anything yet, but she is an independent author like myself, and I would appreciate it if you guys could read her stuff too. You don't have to, but she'd feel better I bet (and then she wouldn't get mad at me for talking about all you wonderful people who review for me). If you can't get into my profile to find her ID, it's *-Michi-*.

Standard Disclaimers.

Sorry that took so damn long, I found out I can talk. Here's Bra's Chapter, I think the next one will be Videl's.

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Step 2- Taking Said Situation and Turn It To Your Advantage

Hey, Bra here. This is my issued chapter of the Festival Saga. After reading Pan's chapter I guess I have to feel sorry for my brother. Poor man, he looks forward to getting laid too much. But seeing as I'm his little sister, the grief only goes so far. Suddenly sibling rivalry kicks in, and you laugh your ass off. I'm going to enjoy this joy trip more than I originally thought.

In the steps issued, Mom gave me 'Step 2: Taking Said Situation and Turn It To Your Advantage.' Easy enough. Basically all I have to do is what Pan did. The first month was just to make the guys a little more prepared for the bumpy road ahead of them. Poor guys.

I will be the first to admit that my husband is in no way as smart as his brother. He's a few french-fries short of a Happy Meal, a few grape fruits short of a fruit salad, not the brightest candle in the church and all that. But Goten can have control. Get those shocked looks off your faces! Yes, Goten's eyes are usually the first to wander, and he's known for all the girlfriends he's had in the past. And of course, I'd assumed Goten would have attempted suicide the first night. But to my bewilderment, my Goten can keep it in his pants as well as the next guy. I knew they would over antagonize the whole situation, like when you jam your finger and tape it up complaining that it hurts too much. Though I have come to the conclusion that the females of my paternal race were not as stupid as originally decided. They in no way had the intelligence of wall paper paste. I mean, I have never, in our six months of marriage, seen our home so clean!

Goten started out our week on the strangest foot I could imagine. I woke up one happy Saturday morning alone, as I had expected, and as it had been the week before. I rose slowly as I did every morning, expecting to be greeted by an empty house, for my husband probably would have left to go spar with his dad, who's problems weren't as bad as his own. But the scene that followed was just amazing!

There he stood, my husband, the love of my life, in a bright pink apron, towel on head, and Brittney Spears playing in the back round. This gave me an odd flash of deja vu. Dear Goten had done this once before that I recall, when we lived in a house together. Everyone was sick, including Goten, and I had at the time road it off as delusion from being sick, but as it turns out it was just lack of things to do.

That however, was not my husband's scariest escapade this week.

On Sunday, Pan and I teamed up, and figured it would be a fun 'family' outing to go to the Crop Walk. We arrived early, I myself receiving #19 and my husband getting #20. We sat around talking and laughing, having a wonderful time, and forgetting all of our problems. Trunks and Goten sat in a little corner moping, wallowing in their sorrows, exchanging stories of the past weeks. None of us could bear to watch as some psycho puppet show, and we wouldn't allow Goten to watch, none of us would be able to keep our mentality if he revised Mary Kristen Elizabeth again.

The sight of these puppets was absolutely mortifying. It was like we'd died and woke up inside a Muppet Stop Hunger Special. And they sang too, hell, did they sing! I had to go and double check the car windows after the show.

Now may be an ideal time to admit to you all that my hubby and my brother hadn't had a good workout in several years. Not that they sat on their asses all day, but the several miles of sidewalk ahead of them would not go by as easily as it could have. The first half of the way, everyone had a blast. Pan was quickly learning that boots with 2 inch heels were not something one should walk a long distance in, but... heh, some lessons need to be learned by one's self. When my brother started getting a little bored when we passed the half point, he and Pan joined each other in a chorus of 'This Is The Song That Never Ends.' Goten added his own version of the song in to their merry singing, as I began to notice my menstrual cramps.

"Come on Bra!" Pan laughed as she shoved me off the sidewalk and onto some innocent people's lawn. I allowed her to push me over, being far too uncomfortable to say anything. A simply collected my footwork, and got back on the sidewalk as the next pit stop came into sight.

" This is the day that never ends, and my feet are numb my friends! Some how I started walking this thing not knowing what it was, and I'll continue walking 'round forever just because... " Goten sang even though everyone else had stopped. A man jogged by and asked us why we stopped singing, causing all of us to start up again.

When we reached the next pit stop, I had come to the conclusion, that my husband was totally and utterly delusional. So was Pan and Trunks. I was slowly getting over my cramps, and suddenly, everything seemed funny. Goten had discovered apples at said pit stop, and had been happily munching on it for several minutes. Though, when he was done...

"I never thought we were actually stamping out hunger," he informed us, while laughing like an asshole, "But now I got it! We make this incredibly long walk, that should be no problem for a Saiya-jin-"

"But for some reason it is!" Trunks chopped in, as he too ate an apple.

"Yes," Goten continued, "And we eat these apples, for a reason I could never contemplate (Dear Goten, there are a LOT of things you could never contemplate). Then we throw the cores in the bushes for them damn squirrels to eat!"

I have to say, none of us had ever thought of that. One can plainly see why of course, but I guess this was a Goten moment of slight intelligence. But, he wasn't done yet...

"But then the squirrels would died from chocking on the nuts!" he whined, forming tears in his eyes, as if it were too sad to think about. He made sobbing sounds as we walked. Everyone else laughing. He continued walking, until he almost ran into a pole, "Wow!" he said, as he recomposed himself as started walking again, "It's a good thing I noticed that pole!"

It's far too bad that his hadn't noticed the pole after that. (AN: Thanks Cleo!)

"But then," My brother added, though fits of laughter. "There'd be less squirrels to worry about... so we really are stamping out hunger!" He bellowed as he and Goten went off in search of a tree with bushy tailed inhabitants.

Pan's feet were killing her. For those of you who have never had a mental breakdown before, the only thing that can make that situation worse would be pain. Blustering pain in your feet kills man. She laughed in a crazy dazed state, especially as she grabbed a large twig and used it to walk, "Ooh! Walking stick!" she screamed as she continued.

I laughed, the whole situation was so unbelievably stupid! We were beginning to come to the end of the line, almost to that Dende be damned park that we started from. I noticed Goten was standing beneath a tree, pointing a stick at one of the branches, "I bet I can get that one! No one'll miss it!" he yelled, trying to knock the squirrel out of the tree, "Well, except maybe those damn tree hugging people! They love all nature, squirrels, insects, even trees!" It's ironic how things in life happen. Because Goten ran into another tall, round object with green leaves right after that.

When we made it back to the park, out of nowhere, and I mean absolutely nowhere, a big black storm cloud appeared. In the beginning of the storm, we figured, 'ehhh, just a little rain...' No sooner did the thoughts leave our minds that it started to hail.

Don't you love life?

Well, that's my step in the challenge. Catch me next time. Jaa ne! -Son Bra.

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