The Saiya-jin that Stole Christmas
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is
not nor ever has been mine. I am no creative genius; hence I am not able to
create a manga as wonderful as DBZ. (However I do own a rubber chicken…*sigh*
there is no rubber chicken…I DON'T EVEN OWN A RUBBER CHICKEN!!!!!)
A/N:
This fic is especially for Smeegee – san who in a moment of insanity, requested
it. I guess you could kinda say it's dedicated to her. (Okay wait…it is.) ^.^
Don't you love Christmas fics? Tis the season to be jolly and make up fun stuff
about your favourite anime. Just a warning…OOC…really bad OOC…but it's funny.
(Well I think it is…) Review it please…reviews help me write. (Really they do!)
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The Saiya-jin that Stole Christmas, AKA:
Piccolo's Elvish Christmas
"VEGETA!!!!"
The saiya-jin winced pausing in mid-air. The ki blast he had fired whilst
training continued on its course around the gravity room and hit him in the
back. Distracted, he hadn't even raised a ki shield. The prince fell to his
knees, bloody and bruised. Coughing slightly he slowly climbed to his feet and
turned the gravitron off. Stepping outside of his training arena, he came face
to face with his mate. Or as he liked to call her: The woman.
The
scowling saiya-jin growled. "This is the third time you've interrupted my
training this week woman!"
Bulma
just ignored her husband's comments. "Well? Are you ready to go?" She asked
blithely.
"Nani?
Go where?" Vegeta asked suspiciously. He had learnt long ago that if his mate
wanted to take him anywhere, it usually involved dressing up or shopping. And
he hated both with a passion.
"Christmas
shopping! C'mon Veggie-chan you have to get ready!" Bulma squealed excitedly.
She paused to survey her husband's numerous cuts and bruises and his tattered
clothing. "Go get changed!" She ordered.
"NO!
I am not going shopping
with you woman! I have been
shopping with you." Vegeta shuddered at the memory. "I have done nothing that
deserves torture and have no desire to repeat the experience." He crossed his
arms stubbornly, satisfied that he had made his point clear. As the Saiya-jin
no Ouji, no woman had the right to question his behaviour.
"Oh
yeah?" Bulma asked, a dangerous gleam in her eye.
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Less
than an hour later, Vegeta found himself burdened by the numerous parcels and
packages Bulma had deemed worthy enough to be given as presents. Of course
there was the odd item for her, but they were mostly Christmas gifts. "Stupid woman." Vegeta muttered
angrily.
"I
heard that Veggie-chan." Bulma warned from her position at the perfume counter
where she was sniffing her wrists experimentally.
A
slight blush crept up the saiya-jin's cheeks. "How many times have I told you not to call me that in public
woman!" He hissed.
Bulma
did what was customary when it came to comments from Vegeta that she didn't
agree with. She ignored him, this served to make the prince angrier. At this
point he was silently cursing his stupidity. He should have remembered that
around this time every year, his baka mate would pull him away from his
training and drag him around to shop for gifts. He didn't see the point in this
practise. Why waste precious training time?
"Here
you go Vegeta!" Bulma sang cheerfully, adding another package into his
ever-growing pile.
"Feh…who's
that for?"
"Chi
Chi." Bulma replied as a store display in the far corner caught her eye.
"You're
purchasing things for Kakarott's mate? Why?" Vegeta demanded, disgusted.
"Because
it's Christmas. And because Chi Chi's my friend, friends like to show their appreciation
by giving gifts." Bulma explained. Vegeta returned to muttering under his
breath.
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"Vegeta!!" Bulma called at
her husband's retreating back.
"What
now woman?!" Vegeta yelled back, not bothering to turn around.
"Just
where do you think you're going?" Bulma demanded.
Vegeta
grunted in reply. "To train."
"Oh
no you don't!" His wife exclaimed making a grab for him. "Come back here!
You're helping me decorate the house!"
"WHAT!?" In the saiya-jin's opinion this was going
way too far. Twelve hours of endless shopping and little food he could handle.
But he drew the line at covering the house in shiny, foil decorations and
useless baubles. "NO! This is a job for a baka!" He sneered at his wife. "Only
a foolish human woman like you would get caught up in such a stupid holiday!
Henceforth I, as the Saiya-jin no Ouji declare that no one in this house will
be celebrating the infantile human holiday known as Christmas!"
Bulma's
eyes narrowed in anger. "Of all the arrogant… if you don't want to celebrate
Christmas then you can
leave!!" She screamed at her husband.
Vegeta
growled threateningly but Bulma wasn't shaken, she knew that he wouldn't hurt
her. "Maybe I will!!" He shouted in reply.
"Fine."
Bulma said in a dangerously calm voice. She walked over to the door and opened
it. "Here's the door, use it."
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Vegeta
sat sulking on a rock. 'Oooh…she makes me
so mad…' He scowled viciously and blasted a nearby squirrel. He considered
eating it but couldn't be bothered, preferring to concentrate on his anger. 'Bah! Stupid Christmas, foolish humans that
celebrate it and silly sentimentalities! It's enough to make me sick! What I
need is a good spar.' He levitated into the air and flew off in search of
the only other saiya-jin on earth.
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"KAKAROTT!!" Goku looked
out the window and waved happily. Vegeta growled under his breath. Sometimes he
could swear that the third class baka wasn't even saiya-jin. Unfortunately he
was the only person on the cursed planet that was worth a good fight.
Goku
leaned out the window with a goofy grin on his face. "Hey Vegeta! Wanna help us
decorate the tree?"
"Oro?!"
Vegeta's eyes bugged out. "Tree?! Kakarott! What kind of fool are you?!" He
asked in disdain.
"A
Christmas fool!" Goku's smile grew wider. "Get into the Christmas spirit
Vegeta!"
"CHRISTMAS
SPIRIT?!" Vegeta growled, grinding his teeth. He began to power up. "Come out
and fight Kakarott! I'll
teach you a thing or two about Christmas
spirit!" He snarled.
"Aww
man!" Goku looked out the window then looked back in the house. He really
wanted to spar with Vegeta, he was saiya-jin after all. But Chi Chi would be
mad if he did. Plus he enjoyed decorating the tree, especially the tinsel.
"Sorry Vegeta, I promised Chi Chi that I'd help her with the tree. After that
we're going shopping for presents."
"ARRRGH!!!
You're no better than a low class human!" Vegeta screamed before flying away.
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"Bah!
Humans!" Vegeta blasted a tree, turning it into toothpicks. A brilliant plan
began to form in his somewhat intelligent saiya-jin brain. 'The baka humans will have nothing to celebrate if there is no
Christmas…' Smirking evilly, Vegeta decided to put his plan into action.
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Bulma
yawned, making her way down the stairs. Vegeta hadn't come home last night, but
that was to be expected. The prince had far too much pride to return that
quickly, Bulma was used to it and far from worried. She knew that he would
eventually return. He'd sulk for a while, but as soon as he was hungry he would
come back and eat, then he would insult her cooking. She pressed the button on
the remote. Bulma was a creature of habit and she enjoyed watching the morning
news.
The
newscaster's solemn face filled the screen. "In local news; there was a robbery
at the Satan City Department Store last night. The thief made off with
thousands of dollars worth of Christmas decorations and also managed to steal
all of the Christmas displays, including the twelve-foot Christmas tree in
front of the store. There was no surveillance camera footage as a alleged
malfunction caused all the cameras to explode."
"Hmm…who would want to
steal Christmas decorations?" Bulma mused out loud. She filled a mug with
coffee. She took a sip as she turned so she could see her work of art. With the
kids help she had managed the get the tree up and decorated. 'Too bad Vegeta missed it…' What she saw
caused her to scream. She dropped the mug onto the tile floor, breaking it and
spilling coffee everywhere.
Trunks was on his way to
the bathroom when he heard his mother's scream. Remembering the trouble filled
days of his youth, he instantly powered up and flew downstairs. He managed to
smash through a door in the process, leaving only splinters behind. "Mom?! What
is it? Who wants to steal the dragonballs and become ruler of the world this
time?!"
Bulma turned to face her
son, a shell-shocked expression on her face. "The t-tree…"
Trunks's eyes flew to where
the tree had been standing. "What the HFIL!?" He yelled in anger. The tree,
decorations and all the presents were gone.
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Gohan stared wearily at the
espresso maker. 'Mmm…coffee' Normally
he wouldn't have been this tired, especially since it was the holidays and
school was out so he no longer had to work. But his father had turned up last
night and had insisted on decorating the entire house. Memories of the bags and
bags of tinsel the older saiya-jin had been carrying were enough to give him
the shivers.
Gohan took a gulp of his
coffee, the last he remembered every corner of the house had been covered with
tinsel. He didn't even want to think about the thousands of Christmas lights
spread all over his house of his house. He was sure that someone was going to
attempt to land a plane on the roof, mistaking it for the airport. Rubbing his
eyes, he turned to sit at the table where the morning paper was waiting. He
pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. and looked at the
windowsill, blinked, then looked again. His father's smiling face sprung to
mind.
"You've got to have tinsel on the windowsill Gohan!"
Goku protested.
"But Dad!" Gohan began to protest. "You run out of
tinsel soon…" He said without much conviction. He could only hope that that
would be so.
Goku looked at the ten black garbage bags filled with
the glittery substance. "Hmm…you may be right…I know! I'll just buy some more!"
Whistling, Goku began spreading the sparkly strands across the windowsill.
Gohan sweatdropped and sighed, letting his father do as he wished.
The demi saiya-jin looked
around the house again. There was no sign of the colourful shiny decorations.
No twinkling lights caught his eye. Even the tree was gone and the presents
with it. "WHAT IN KAMI'S NAME IS GOING ON IN HERE?!"
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The operator at the police
station was swamped with phone calls and hundreds were flooding through the
doors. Thousands of stolen goods reports were being filed and there had been a
huge outbreak of kidnappings. It seemed that every store Santa had abruptly
gone missing. Finally the chief of police called a meeting:
"Men," he said, "I seems
that we have ourselves a grinch!"
Several of the policemen
chattered amongst themselves while others frowned. "A grinch?" A skeptic asked…
sceptically. "And what, pray tell, is a grinch?"
The chief of police growled
low in his throat. He rapped the desk impatiently. "This is an emergency men!
Christmas is in less than two weeks. We must retrieve the lost presents and the
store Santas before then! If we don't, every child's dream of the perfect
Christmas will be ruined!" The chief said passionately. "Now, I've called in a
member of the Z-Senshi, the earth's special forces, to help us today."
Instantly, all in the policemen in the room straightened in their seats and
arranged their uniform. All wanted to make a good impression on whichever
warrior would walk through the closed door. The door swung open…
…and in skipped Goku a big
grin on his face and a tinsel 'crown' perched on his head. Everyone in the room
sweatdropped. Goku looked around the room and a serious expression graced his
features. "Men! There is no more tinsel left in Satan City!" The sweatdrops on
each head grew bigger. "This is the last of the tinsel!" Goku indicated the
'crown' he was wearing. "This maniac must be stopped or we will never know the
joys of shiny foil decorations again!"
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" I just don't see how it
could have happened!"
"Mom calm down!" Trunks
attempted to stop his mother's pacing.
"Calm down? CALM DOWN!?"
Bulma shrieked. "Someone's out there stealing Christmas! My beautiful tree…the
presents…THERE'S NO SANTAS IN THE WHOLE CITY!! To top it off…" Bulma looked at
Goku, "Son-kun has gone crazy!"
"Bulma?" Gohan asked.
"Hai?"
"Calm down!" Gohan turned
to the reunited Z-Senshi, assuming the role of the leader, as his father was
busy playing with tinsel. "Okay, dad's been fired from the police
investigation. They think he's loony." He added with a stage whisper. Goku
looked up and Gohan smiled innocently. "In addition to that, the police force
wants the Great Saiya-man to take over. They want us to find him."
"Um, Gohan? You're
the Great Saiya-man." Krillin pointed out. "We don't need to look for
you."
"Err…heh heh…" Gohan said
sheepishly. "I know, but I don't really want to -"
Goten in the meantime was
bouncing in his chair and waving his arms in the air. "OOH!! Me! Me!"
Trunks whacked him on the
back of the head with a book. "Baka!" He muttered.
"Hey!" Goten yelped, ready
to pounce on his 'friend' and beat him up.
"GUYS!!"
"Oops. Gomen." The two
teenage demi saiya-jins muttered remembering the serious nature of the meeting.
Both settled for glaring at each other.
"Goten?" Gohan asked.
"Hmm?" His younger brother
was too busy to pay attention, being engaged in a staring match with his
lavender haired companion.
"GOTEN!!" Gohan roared,
causing everyone to jump. "What did you want to say!?"
"Huh?" The spiky haired
demi saiya-jin looked at his older brother in confusion. The veins on Gohan's
head and neck were popping and Goten knew that one wrong word would bring the
wrath of Mystic Gohan down upon him. "Um…oh yeah! I'll be the Great Saiya-man!"
Gohan's anger dissipated
due to shock. He looked at his brother in disbelief. "What!? No! There's
absolutely no way!"
"Why not?!" Goten whined.
"You'll disgrace the Great
Saiya-man name. That's why!"
Krillin turned to Yamcha,
"Great Saiya-man name?" He whispered questioningly. The former desert bandit
just shrugged.
"Yeah!" Pan piped up in
agreement with her father. "If anyone
should be the replacement Great Saiya-man it should be me! I'm his daughter!"
Goten stuck his tongue out
at his fourteen year old niece. "Yeah? Well I'm his brother! What do ya say to that?"
"And on top of that… he's
really mature!" Trunks said brightly. Goten just frowned at his friend.
"Well my mom was the Great
Saiya-man 2!"
"SHUT UP!!!" The two
bickering young people turned and found themselves face to face with a fuming
Bulma. "Now that it's nice and quiet…" Bulma quickly took control again.
"Gohan, you will become the Great Saiya-man again. Videl can help you as the
Great Saiya-man 2."
"Demo -"
"QUIET!" Bulma yelled,
cutting off all arguments. She pointed at the three cowering youths. "As for
the three of you, you can help me come up with a plan to capture this thief.
Just in case the Great Saiya Team fails." She then turned to the older members
of the team. "The rest of you will patrol the city." Everyone nodded
mechanically, with the exception of Goku who was still absorbed in his tinsel
and oblivious to all that Bulma said.
"GOKU!!" Chi Chi yelled.
When she received no answer she produced a huge frying pan, causing the rest of
the Z-Senshi to cringe. Everyone sweatdropped when the 'strongest being in the
universe' went flying.
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"I don't see the point in
this…" Gohan muttered as he flew, on patrol, around Satan City. "There's
nothing Christmas-y left to steal." His communicator beeped and he sighed.
"Gohan here."
"You're the Great Saiya-man
now dear." Videl's tinny voice came through the 'watch'.
Gohan rolled his eyes,
secretly thanking Dende that his wife couldn't see. "Anything Videl?"
"Gohan…"
He sighed again,
"Gomen…Great Saiya-man 2."
"Better." Videl said
cheerily. "No, nothing. I'm over the department store now. Hang on a
sec…there's a commotion going on down there…someone in black is being chased by
store security. I'm going in. Great Saiya-man 2 out."
"Videl! Wait for backup!"
Gohan yelled in the communicator. It beeped, cutting him off. He groaned and
began to fly in the direction of the store.
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"HALT!!" The figure cloaked
in black turned his head upwards. What he saw made him curse under his breath.
A figure dressed in resplendent green landed in front of him. "I am the Great
Saiya-man 2! Defender of truth and justice in this city!" Videl struck the
customary pose. She winced when her back clicked. "I'm not as young as I used
to be, I am not a teenager anymore, I am not a teenager anymore." She murmured.
The black figure shot a
thin ki blast at her. Videl gasped and ducked. "Ow!" She winced, twisting her
ankle. When she looked back up, the figure was gone.
"Vid-Great Saiya-man 2!"
Her husband landed beside her, concern showing in his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Fine…OUCH!" Videl yelped
when she stood on her hurt ankle.
Gohan picked her up, being
careful not to jar her injured limb. "Let's go back to Bulma's we need a new
plan. This one isn't working."
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"We WHAT?!" Trunks and
Goten yelled in unison.
"No way!" Trunks protested
firmly. "I'm not doing it! I'd face the Buu again before I do that!"
Unfortunately, neither of
them counted on their mothers. Both women wielded power over Saiya-jins and
demi saiya-jins alike. "TRUNKS VEGETA BRIEFS!!!" Bulma yelled. Both the youths
clapped hands over sensitive ears. "Put this on NOW!!"
"You too Son Goten!" Chi Chi
added, brandishing a rolling pin for added incentive. Both the teenagers gulped
and hurried to comply.
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"Ohh…aren't these cute?!"
Bra squealed. "Like little fairies."
"Hmph." Pan grumbled.
'That's cause they are fairy outfits! There was nothing in our sizes. Baka."
"Lighten up Pan." Bra
giggled. "This is the coolest plan ever! Too bad papa isn't here…"
"Just put these on!" Pan
tossed a pair of elf ears to her friend.
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"Please?"
"No."
"Please?!"
"No!"
"PLEASE!?"
"NO! Leave me alone woman!"
"But Piccolo -"
"NO! No, no, no!"
"You have the ears for it!"
"ARRGGHH!!"
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The entire room burst out
laughing. Piccolo snarled at them, showing his coo-al pointy teeth. "Shut up
all of you!" He yelled, not knowing whether to be embarrassed or angry. When
Krillin followed him, the laughter intensified. The short man blushed.
"Um…y-you look gr-great
anata!" Juuhachigou stammered before bursting out laughing again. The normally
calm former android was practically doubled over with laughter.
Piccolo and Krillin were
dressed identically in elf suits. The only difference was the colour. Krillin's suit was the traditional green and red.
Piccolo, being green already was wearing blue and purple. Piccolo looked at the
hoop suit. "How are we supposed to fight like this!!" He growled, the movement
caused the bells on his hat to jingle. With a snarl he ripped it off. When the
laughter didn't cease, Piccolo began to power up. "All of you shut up now!!"
"Whoa! Piccolo calm down!
We're just -" Goku snickered. "having a little – a l-little f-fun!
BWAHAHAHAHA!!" Goku burst out laughing, his face was red from trying to hold
the laughter in.
Piccolo's fellow elves
(Pan, Bra, Marron and Krillin) had to hold him back as he tried to rip Goku's
head off. "LET ME GO!!! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!!!"
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"I'm not going out there!"
Goten looked at his best
friend, then down at the identical outfits they were wearing. Gohan was leaning
against the wall, a scowl on his face. His lips were moving and Goten leaned
closer so he could hear what was being said.
"Backup plan… hmph! I'm
going to killed the person who thought this up!"
Goten decided that what his
nii-chan was saying was not as important as deadly. Instead he decided that his
friend was the more sane of his two companions. "It's not really that bad Trunks."
"I just don't see why I
have to be Rudolf!!" The lavender haired demi saiya-jin wailed despairingly.
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"Okay. This is the plan."
Bulma looked at the newly assembled Elite Z-Senshi and their costumes. Goku was
Santa. It had taken a lot of effort to find a Santa suit in a city deprived of
Christmas. So they'd had to improvise a little… the suit almost fit him,
you could only see a little of his ankles protruding from the bottom of him fur
rimmed pant. And he could still
breathe, just. Piccolo, Krillin, Pan, Bra
and Marron were elves. Technically due to a lack in elf suits, only Piccolo and
Krillin were the real elves. Pan, Bra and Marron were a mixture of elf and
fairy. Gohan, Goten and Trunks were reindeer. Goten and Gohan were normal
reindeer, but Trunks was Rudolf. He had a red light bulb on his nose that lit
up when he pressed a button on his suit. Pan, Bra and Marron were snickering at
him, causing his face to turn a colour that clashed with his hair. "This guy
steals stuff to do with Christmas. Basically, you guys are bait. Fortunately,
you can fight so you'll capture him when he attacks you. Any questions?" Bulma
didn't wait for an answer. "Good!"
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It was dark and musty. There
were at least fifty people crammed in the small space. They wore an assortment
of either Santa suits or elf costumes. Most of them had been locked in two days
ago but to the imprisoned it felt much longer.
The door opened and a shaft
of light fell over the cowed men and women. A long shadow then blocked the
light. "MUWAHAHAHA!!!" Evil laughter echoed around the room eerily. The
prisoners shook in fearful anticipation of the hideous torture that would
follow. Television screens were lowered from the ceiling. In perfect
synchronization they all flicked on and brightly coloured faces filled the
screens.
"Hey! Hey are you ready to
play? It's time to come and play with the Tweenies…"
"AHHHH!!!" Tormented
screams filled the room intermingling with the insane laughter.
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"HAH! Mush lil' doggies!"
"You know, your dad is
getting way too into this." Trunks muttered to Goten as a whip cracked
above his head. "Who gave him the whip anyway?" Goten couldn't answer his
friend, he was too busy trying to avoid being hit by the dreaded whip.
Meanwhile Bulma and Chi Chi
were busy making sure the elves were in position. "OW!! Piccolo you're standing
on my foot!" Bra complained. The green 'elf' muttered obscenities under his breath and moved.
"Piccolo!" Pan yelped. "My
foot!" The Namek just sighed irritably and moved again.
"Great!" Bulma said with a
smile. "You guys look awesome!" She seemed completely oblivious to Trunks and
Goten hopping up and down in a vain effort to avoid Goku's whip. Chi Chi
noticed and smacked Goku on the head. Juuhachigou snuck up with a camera and
quickly got a picture of the group much to their protest.
Bulma clapped her hands in
an attempt to restore order. Surprisingly it worked and everyone quietened
down. "Now then…" Bulma said approvingly as she surveyed her handiwork. "You
all look very nice. OKAY GUYS BRING 'EM IN!!"
Goten turned to Pan. "Bring
who in?" He asked in a whisper, somehow knowing
that he'd dread the answer. Pan just shrugged in reply. She was curious but
cautious. A long line of children began entering the room. "WHAT?!" Goten
yelped. "You didn't mention children!" Bulma conveniently ignored his outburst
and continued directing parents and their offspring into an orderly line.
"Line up kids. One at a
time. Don't worry, you'll all get to see Santa." Bulma and Chi Chi began
directing all the children towards Goku. "Pan! Bra!" Bulma hissed. "Give us a
hand here!" Quickly all the 'elves'(except Piccolo who was meditating) began
helping.
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"WHAT!" Furiously he crushed
the remote control. Abruptly all the television screens turned off and the
tormented wails began to subside. A few whimpers penetrated the silence every
now and then. He left the room to plot his attack.
The breeze from the door
shutting caused the gaily coloured leaflet to flutter to the ground. Amidst the
colourful pictures were the words "CAPSULE CORPORATION PRESENTS…SANTA!!"
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"Mommy why is that elf
green?"
"Hush dear." The mother
took in Piccolo's green skin and the pointy teeth that showed every time he
smiled. "The poor fellow obviously has a physical disability. Don't stare." She
whispered to her son. Piccolo heard the entire conversation of course. (Why
else would he have those pointy ears?) and had to use a stronger meditation exercise
to prevent himself from attacking and maiming the woman. Just to be on the safe
side Chi Chi chained him to some dinosaur that Gohan had found out in the wild.
"How much longer is this
going to take?" Pan muttered to Trunks as she handed another crying rugrat to
Goku. Trunks wasn't paying much attention. As Rudolf, he found that he had
several admirers and his 'nose' fascinated a lot of the kids.
"HEY! Watch it! That's my
eye! Off! Off! Get off me!" Trunks noticed the parents watching curiously and he
grinned sheepishly. "Er…heh heh, there's a good little boy." He smiled
winningly and placed the child on Santa's lap.
"Mommy look! It's Rudolf!"
Trunks turned to run, but the little girl tackled him and ended up sitting on
his chest. She began to search for a button to turn his nose on.
"OW! Hey! Look…I'll get the
- ouch! Kami! Watch it!" Pan suppressed a giggle as Trunks tried to detangle
little fingers from his silky lavender strands.
% %
Videl nudged Chi Chi and
pointed upwards. "There." She whispered. Chi Chi followed her daughter-in-law's outstretched
finger towards the dark figure hovering above them. She gasped and began trying
to get Goku's attention.
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"So do you like tinsel?"
"Huh?" The little boy asked
looking confused. "Santa! I want a new bike!"
"Yes, but tinsel…it's so
shiny! Wouldn't you rather have that for Christmas?" Goku persisted.
"WAAAAHHH!!" The child
burst out in tears and Marron quickly removed him from 'Santa's' lap. "MOMMY!!
I WANT MY MOMMY!!"
Goku sensed a familiar ki
and turned his head skywards. Chi Chi was still trying to catch her husband's
attention and had resorted to throwing a boot at him. Unfortunately the boot
hit him on the forehead and knocked him out. Goku just managed to catch a
glimpse of the black figure before the world around him faded.
"Nuts! NUTS!" Chi Chi was
literally hopping mad. Videl sweatdropped as she watched her mother in law jump
up and down in frustration. The black figure landed in front of them.
% %
Gohan felt the rise in Videl's
ki. When he saw the man land in front of his wife and his mother, he
immediately took it upon himself to rescue, or at least help, them.
Unfortunately he forgot that he had a harness attached to his back. (Bulma had
wanted everything to be realistic.) He tripped and dragged Goten and Trunks
down with him. The three demi saiya-jins landed in an ungraceful pile of arms
and legs on the floor.
Trunks was lucky to end up
at the top of the pile. He began using small ki blasts to cut himself free from
the offending harness. "TRUNKS! You baka! Get off me!" Goten shrieked. "You're
heavy!" He complained.
"Geez…a little patience
please." Trunks successfully managed to cut the last of the harness. "There!"
Both of the younger demi
saiya-jins scrambled to their feet. Gohan had not been as lucky as them. He had
ended up on the bottom of the pile and was out cold. "Oops." Goten muttered.
"Oh well, was his fault anyway. Why was he in such a rush?" The other saiya-jin
had no time to answer.
"Uncle Goten!"
"Nii-chan!"
Two heads simultaneously
turned in the direction of the voices. The elves were faster then the reindeer.
They already had the perpetrator surrounded. However, Marron and Krillin were
trying to wake Goku up and that only left Piccolo, Bra and Pan to attack.
Trunks didn't doubt their ability to fight, but they didn't know how strong
their opponent was. "Wait for us!" Goten called.
"Baka! What about your
brother? We don't know how strong this guy is!" Trunks snapped.
"We have three super
saiya-jins! That should be more than enough…and my dad can go level three!"
Goten replied, itching to get to the fight.
Trunks snorted. "Make that
two super saiya-jins, your dad's out cold!" He pointed to the unconscious
Santa.
Goten observed his father
and his brother. "We don't have time! Marron and Krillin can take care of it!
Besides, two super saiya-jins are more than enough!" He flew towards the small
group and Trunks followed with a sigh.
% %
Trunks sent out his ki
reading sense. If he could get a good estimation of his opponent's power, the
entire battle would go a lot easier. The ki was familiar and definitely
saiya-jin. Trunks stopped in midair. "Otousan?!"
"NANI?!" The entire group
facefaulted. Bulma fearlessly walked up to the black warrior and ripped the
mask off. She revealed a rather annoyed, but embarrassed saiya-jin prince.
Everyone sweatdropped.
Bulma grabbed Vegeta's ear.
"Would you like to tell me what you're trying to do?!" She screamed in his ear.
Trunks and Bra both winced. They had heard their mother use this tone before.
Both of them knew that it boded ill.
Vegeta pulled his ear from
Bulma's strong, but not superhuman, grip. "Baka woman!" He yelled in reply. He
rubbed his ear, trying to dispel the ringing. "Christmas is a fools holiday! I
have declared that Christmas not be celebrated! If you will not respect your
Ouji, then you will all be punished!" The sweatdrops on the back of everyone's
heads grew noticeably bigger.
"You are not Ouji! I swear
you'd think after all these years you'd finally realise that all your 'people'
consist of is Goku!" Bulma retorted. Trunks and Bra sighed, when their parents
got started it was hard to make them stop.
Vegeta growled dangerously.
"I should be king of this planet! Kakarott -"
Bulma borrowed Chi Chi's
frying pan and hit him on the face. "He was making too much noise." She
explained to everyone else. The sweatdrops enlarged again. She began dragging
her husband off. "TRUNKS! BRA! We're going home! As soon as your father wakes
up you can both help his clear up the mess he's made!"
"What? Demo-" Bulma threw
the frying pan over her shoulder, hitting Trunks.
Bra looked at her
unconscious brother. She let out a sigh. The rest of the Z-Senshi were staring
at the drama that was her family, their eyes were so wide it looked like they
would pop. She began to drag her brother off. "Merry Christmas Bra. Your father
and mother are insane, your friends think your family is weird and your brother
is an idiot." She muttered.
~Fin~
© 2001-01-01
Smabbi-san
A/N: There! It's finally
finished! *heaves a sigh of relief* I'm sorry I haven't updated Just One Wish
but I've had a little writer's block. I wanted to write a Christmas fic as
well. (Okay, I know it's after Christmas. Bear with my eccentricities.) Review
it please! It wasn't as funny as I would have liked it to be…but I think it had
its moments. Arigato!