DBZ meets SANTA!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the people in this story (Happy?)
This is my first fic ever. Constructive criticism
Key
[Narrative]
*thoughts*
[It was a hectic time of year... the day before Christmas. One family like many others was catching up on last minute shopping]
"Women hurry the hell up!" Shouted a short man drawing glances from the mob of last minute shopper. "I want to train, not be preparing for some idiotic mad day!"
"Well, Vegeta..." replied the woman, who was interrupted by a young boy with lavender hair.
"Look Mom!" He bursted out loudly drawing even odder looks from spectators. "It's Santa! And his elves! They came to visit! I want to sit on his lap! Can I Mom? Can I?"
Mean while "Santa" was grumbling about babies filling their diapers on his lap, and lousy co-workers. "I wouldn't have to bear with this if I hadn't dropped out of school because dictionaries have too many words."
"Sure you can sit on his lap' dear" said Bulma. "Go right up in line. Vegeta, you watch Trunks while I look for presents."
"Son", Whispered Vegeta in his son's ear. "Yeah", He answered. "Gut blast him to see if he's an imposter" "Ok", Was the reply. *This should be a Blast*, Thought Vegeta evilly.
When the moment came Trunks shot a weak blast at "Santa", causing him to be launched back about twenty feet and ramming into the "elves" that scattered like bowling pins (literally). "He's not real"
[Mean while at the North Pole Santa was checking his newly electrified list.] "Briefs, Trunks" He read aloud "75% good 25% bad. He looked again. "Whoops 40% good and 60% bad now. He will get coal I suppose."
[CCs at Christmas] "I got coal from Santa!" hollered Trunks. "He didn't get me a gravity upgrade!" yelled Vegeta "No perfume" screeched Bulma
Bulma then pulled out a machine gun. "He will pay dearly"
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the people in this story (Happy?)
This is my first fic ever. Constructive criticism
Key
[Narrative]
*thoughts*
[It was a hectic time of year... the day before Christmas. One family like many others was catching up on last minute shopping]
"Women hurry the hell up!" Shouted a short man drawing glances from the mob of last minute shopper. "I want to train, not be preparing for some idiotic mad day!"
"Well, Vegeta..." replied the woman, who was interrupted by a young boy with lavender hair.
"Look Mom!" He bursted out loudly drawing even odder looks from spectators. "It's Santa! And his elves! They came to visit! I want to sit on his lap! Can I Mom? Can I?"
Mean while "Santa" was grumbling about babies filling their diapers on his lap, and lousy co-workers. "I wouldn't have to bear with this if I hadn't dropped out of school because dictionaries have too many words."
"Sure you can sit on his lap' dear" said Bulma. "Go right up in line. Vegeta, you watch Trunks while I look for presents."
"Son", Whispered Vegeta in his son's ear. "Yeah", He answered. "Gut blast him to see if he's an imposter" "Ok", Was the reply. *This should be a Blast*, Thought Vegeta evilly.
When the moment came Trunks shot a weak blast at "Santa", causing him to be launched back about twenty feet and ramming into the "elves" that scattered like bowling pins (literally). "He's not real"
[Mean while at the North Pole Santa was checking his newly electrified list.] "Briefs, Trunks" He read aloud "75% good 25% bad. He looked again. "Whoops 40% good and 60% bad now. He will get coal I suppose."
[CCs at Christmas] "I got coal from Santa!" hollered Trunks. "He didn't get me a gravity upgrade!" yelled Vegeta "No perfume" screeched Bulma
Bulma then pulled out a machine gun. "He will pay dearly"