Peace and Prosperity minna.

I know, Ino's been a bad girl again... Ino begs her forgiveness, she's a rather busy girl. She's got parties for graduation to go to and a whole bunch of stuff to draw and a PILE of stuff to write. Ranging from Angel Soft, Jac, Paddy, and my next writing project, fics for RPs I'm in (see my profile for specifics), and rebuilding my site... I got loads of stuff to do. As soon as I get this done I will. I hope to start the first drafts of my next fic soon. Don't count on it though.

Anyway, this is the next chapter of the festival. No worries my friends, we have at least one more go around with our couples, and the Festival isn't ending soon. PARTY! We love this fic anyway, don't we?

Disclaimer: No, I do not claim the rights to your products. Please do not bother me again *click*.

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I love my Goten. Really, I do. He's a sweet, sweet man who'd never hurt a fly no matter what it did to him. He'll lay his life on the line to save another creature, and, bless him; he'll try to befriend them all. That's just the way my Goten is. Everybody loves him dearly. Okay, okay, okay, maybe not everyone, per say, but close. Very, very close. Close to the points that if he ever met someone who hated him from the get go, most people would fall over dead. I mean it, they would.

Most of the rage a man holds inside his being is never released. He usually holds it inside until it's completely unbearable- and then dies of a heart attack or something. It's really not important. I have unofficially narrowed the few times a man releases this anger down, when I was 16, using my father as a lab rat. The verdict is that one or both of the following must happen to a man before he will release his full power.

1.) One member of the same sex, but not necessarily the same species, has burned his fuse down to it's nubby end and then had the GALL to go and harm him. Those stupid selfish bastards. Defending the Earth. What in the hell were they thinking? The nerve of some people, I swear...

Or

2.) One member of the opposite sex, still not necessarily the same species, has forced him to abstain longer than he and his manly urges would have pleased. This apparently triggers some kind of chain affect in the ki that starts with lack of work out under the sheets and ends someplace with the lack of working out with the rest of the body.

I have have found that nine times out of ten it takes both of the above options for this theory to play out fully. The one time it didn't was the one-month of no physical pleasure my father received after I was born. Apparently, he'd gone out and destroyed a planet in his frustration and anger at my mother. He couldn't do anything to her, even he had some morals, but he just had to hurt someone. I wonder at times why it wasn't Goku.

Though I do fear for the galaxy now.

I've also found that you can get a similar reaction from any woman who just found out that that damn rat that lives under the sink didn't get the hint with the little voodoo rat she left under there last week. Little stupid shit, I'm going to have to leave the rotting carcass of his uncle next to a stick of dynamite for him next time. That will teach the slimy little piece of work to mess with a descendant of Bulma Briefs!

*Ahem*, off track again, ne? Well, I'm sure you're wondering what the hell I'm getting to aren't you? Silly, silly, IMPATIENT readers. I'm getting to it, okay?

Goten's problem starts with his mother. She's a lovely person, always been nice to me, and with the exception of the time Trunks blew up the front door of their house, a forgiving one too. I've noticed she's been on the edge ever since she's been working for Goku. But when she called a week ago to talk to my husband I felt all hard times had passed. She was very polite and normal.

Now I know that I know nothing. Absolutely nothing.

She'd called to see if Goten would dog-sit for one of her old friends for the day. Goten agreed of course, he'd always been wonderful with animals. I'd thought he should be a veterinarian when I was younger, but he'd said it just wasn't his thing. This baffled me a little, but at the time I'd let it pass. This dog though, she'd be no problem for my Goten. He can do anything when it comes to creatures of the semi-wild.

So the next morning he went to meet with the lady at ten in the morning, and to bring the dog home with him. It turned out the dog was an adorable little miniature poodle, with white fur and shiny teeth. She could do tricks and play all sorts of games. She must have been a retired show dog or something. I thought she was simply darling, Goten just smiled. I assumed he agreed with me.

I'd had to go shopping with Marron later that day. Goten was left with all the responsibility of the dog. "Bah," he said, as I walked out the door, "she'll be no problem." And I believed him, until I got home and saw what'd happened of course. Goten told me the dog had been a wonder and he would be happy to have her again anytime. But judging by the blood on the carpet, the marks on Goten's legs, and lack of the left side of my house, I get the feeling he wasn't telling me to truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

So help him Dende.

He took the dog home, and upon the return he told me everything that'd happened. The dog hadn't been a wonder for him; it didn't seem to like him at all. Not that the feeling hadn't become mutual by the end of the day. Goten hated all dogs that went lower than his knee and looked like cotton balls after that. He'd began to call the dog, 'The Leader of the Squirrels.'

Here's what happened:

Goten waved happily as I left, "Goodbye Bra!" he called out as I shut the door behind me and ran over to Marron's car, "have fun shopping at don't worry about us at all!" He listened as the car drove off, and turned to Cassie the Dog (her name, in case you didn't know) smiling in that usual Son manner, "You want to go out and play old girl?"

The response from the dog wasn't what he'd expected. She jumped to her feet right away, growling and showing off her pearly whites to her new enemy. Goten stared dumbly at her, wondering if she saw something he didn't, and began looking around the room. "Is there something wrong Cassie? Is there a person here to shouldn't be or something? Hmmm? What is it?"

As if to answer the question, which he later confessed he probably shouldn't have asked, the dog pounced at him. She bit him right on the shoulder, grinding her teeth into his arm and grinding as hard as she could. I can't be totally sure that is correct though, dogs normally don't attack without reason. We just have to go on what Goten is telling me. So the information might be a little off. It's her bark against his, really.

Anyway, Goten yelped in pain, jumping to his feet and grabbing at the puffy little mutt (his word, not mine) to get himself free. She flew across the room like a Frisbee (again, his terms, not mine) to land like one of those strange cats on her feet. She wasted little time in jumping at him again, only this time he was able to dodge. She hit the wall at some point, before turning to him again and growling. He did something similar, standing there and growling at the dog, before they broke out into an all out fight.

Goten explained that he must have shot off some kind of blast at that time, blowing up part of the house, and told me he'd get that fixed as soon as he could. I shrugged, nothing important was on that side of the house, and besides, I was more interested in what'd happened with the dog.

They continued to fight, rolling around on the floor, growling and biting. For Goten, it had been a bit refreshing, taking him back to his father's roots to feel the way a real Saiya-jin felt when in a major battle. I didn't understand why, I don't really think I'd feel that way if I was wrestling my Grandpa's cat, but I took his word for it. He was man anyway, what other excuse could there be?

The dog was a good fighter, it turned out. Goten would curse it down, and it would bark back. He shot a large ki blast at it, and it latched onto his crotch. He fell over onto the floor crying like a little baby, and the dog went to light a cigarette. Both ended up lying on the floor panting and mildly satisfied, and it sort of disturbed me. I guess it was okay though; I can't blame the man after all. He hasn't had sex in almost three months, so a little fight with a dog sounding like it- okay, I CAN blame him.

My husband has, however, sworn off dog- sitting. He hopes to be fully recovered for the actual Festival. I hope so too. I'm beginning to see the guys' nastiness. I mean... fighting a dog.... Goten has some weird ways of handling his needs. I hope I can help him soon... =P

-Son Bra

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