AN: This is a little one-shot that came into my head the other day when thinking about random Christmas things. It is partially a 'festive special' but mostly it is a celebration of my one-year anniversary here at (18th December). I can't believe that this time last year I was getting all hyped up at this amazing discovery of and fanfiction in general. And it's been a great year! Well, without further ado, I shall let you read my Christmas story.
Disclaimer: I asked Santa for DBZ last year. But, as with the pony I requested the year before, all I got was some cash. Well, you can't win them all. Instead, I shall settle for making fanfiction, as I have for a whole year now.
Operation Mistletoe
'Twas six days before Christmas and all through the halls, not a thing could be heard, not even catcalls. 'Till at last the silence was broken, by the wail of the bell so cruelly spoken.
Doors opened all along the corridor and the halls of Orange Star High were filled with the buzz of chatter as the teenagers left the class rooms for a 15 minute break.
Happily, the teens walked along beneath the tinsel-coated ceiling, heading for lockers or the cafeteria in which they could spend the few minuets of freedom.
One such student, was a tall, muscular boy by the name of Sharpener. He walked through the bustling corridors moodily, hugging the thick black jacket closer to his body and mumbling under his breath.
"Stupid winter… too bleeding cold… think they could get some bloody central heating for the bloody English class rooms…" His string of muted murmurs was cut off by an abrupt sneeze that made him halt in his tracks.
His sniffed once, then continued down the hallway murmurings away with renewed passion.
"Well aren't we the Christmas Scrooge?" Erasa giggled when he arrived beside his locker. Sharpener merely blinked irritably at her.
"Bah humbug." He growled sarcastically before turning to his locker and pulling it open.
"What's the matter with you?" The blond asked, pulling her head from her own locker beside Sharpeners and fixing him with a questioning stare.
"Nothing. I just hate the cold." He grumbled as he pulled out the previously abandoned scarf from his locker and wrapped it round his neck.
"Oh, it's not that bad."
"Maybe not for you but I get cold very easily." He added another pair of gloves for impact. Erasa rolled her eyes at the grumpy male then turned to scan the hall.
Teenagers were all gathered in various groups, chatting animatedly. It was the Monday of the last week of school before the Christmas holidays, with Christmas day exactly six days away. Why it was decided schools would not close until just two days before the biggest holiday of the year was beyond everyone, but it certainly wasn't getting anybody down.
The workload had slowed to a gentle trickle as even the teachers couldn't help but be effected by the seasonal spirit, bright lights and the promise of cheerily wrapped gifts. As such, students were using this final week to hand out Christmas cards, share any last minute gossip and compare gifts.
All in all it led to a surprisingly happy atmosphere for school. Despite the broken heaters.
However, Erasa wasn't looking for the cheerful sight of exchanging gifts, instead her mind was focused on the same thing it had been for the past three months.
"Aha, there he is now." She squealed blissfully, training her eyes upon her prey greedily.
"Where are who?" Sharpener asked, looking around from under the brim of his woollen hat.
"Gohan-kun, dur." She said off-handily as she peered over the crowds to get a better look at the demi-saiyan stood at his locker further down the corridor on the opposite side.
"Well whoop-de-friggin'-do. Do tell me if he does anything outrageous won't you." He said, every word oozing with sarcasm. Erasa turned to look at him and sweat dropped.
"I would but it's really hard to take you seriously when you look like that, toasty." Not waiting for a reply, she looked back to Gohan. Her eyes lit up. "And here comes subject number two."
"Subject number two being…"
"Would you focus for once? Sheesh, how slow can one person be?" She closed her locker and grabbed hold of one of Sharpener's well-padded sleeves. "Hurry up. I need to get a closer look."
"Closer look at wha- woah!" With that, Erasa rushed through the crowd, dragging a disgruntled Sharpener behind her. Dodging in and out of the flock of teens, she pulled herself flat against a wall close to her victims, causing Sharpener to smash into it himself.
"Ouch! That bloody well hur-" Erasa pressed her hand over his mouth and shushed him before peering round the corner to look at the couple stood before the lockers.
"Hey, Gohan." The boy in question turned from his position looking through the books in his locker.
"Oh, hi Videl." He smiled at the blue eyed girl stood before him. "What's up?"
"Nothing much. I just needed to give you this." She unzipped her backpack and pulled forth a square envelope, the name Gohan written across in Videl's neat scrawl.
"Oh… erm… thank you." He replied, taking the envelope from Videl and looking down at it.
"Calm down Gohan." Videl giggled. "It's just a Christmas card, it won't bite. There's one for the others in there too. Anyway, I have to fly. I've got a last minute English paper to hand in before next period." With that she spun on her heel and headed back down the corridor. "See you around!" She called back, giving a brief wave and flashing the teen a smile over her shoulder before the crowd swallowed her up.
Gohan stared after her, then down at the card still held in his hand and smiled a warm-hearted smile to himself.
It was at this point that Erasa decided that they had seen enough and pushed Sharpener's head back around the corner.
"See. What did I tell you?" She stated confidently, an assured smirk across her red hued lips.
"Erasa you didn't tell me anything." Sharpener said, adding a discontented sniffle at the end for good measure.
"Oh… I didn't?" She said, thoroughly deflated.
"No, you didn't."
"Oh…" Erasa frowned down at the ground, hand on hips as she seemingly fought an internal battle.
"Don't strain yourself." Sharpener cracked but his sarcastic comment fell on deaf ears as Erasa blatantly ignored him.
He sweat dropped.
After several moments passed, in which nothing happened, he found it time to speak again.
"Can I let my mind wonder or are we actually stood here for a reason?" That woke her up.
"Huh? Oh right…. Well. Ok, ok I'll tell you! But only 'coz you dragged it out of me!" She proclaimed, then stomped off purposely just as the bell for third period rang, leaving Sharpener to stare after her in confusion.
I'm gonna be a mighty king, so enemies beware.
Well I've never seen a king of beasts with quite so little hair.
I'm gonna be the mane event, like no king was before!
I'm brushing up on looking down. I'm working on my roar!
And thus far a rather uninspiring thing.
Oh I just can't wait to be king!
The class of around 30 teenagers sat about in room 105, a History classroom on the second floor of Orange Star High. Boys and girls sat on chairs and perched onto of the tables, watching half-heartedly as Simba, Nala and Zazu sing 'I Just Can't Wait To Be King' on the roll along TV at the front of the room.
Sat atop the back desk, were two blond and two black haired teenagers. Videl was sat on the right, with Gohan next to her. Beside him was Erasa and on the other end was Sharpener.
Gohan and Videl were at present deeply immersed in a whispered conversation, in which Gohan was relaying how Goten had been attacked by tinsel while decorating the Christmas tree. The tree itself having promptly fallen upon him as he struggled with the sparkly material.
The two gave off another spurt of muffled laughter at the mental image of Goku walking in to find that the Christmas tree had magically grown a head that looked remarkably like his youngest son.
It was this outburst that finally caused Sharpener to snap.
"For the love of kami make them stop!" He cried his muted plea to Erasa, who was sat beside him, pretending to be immersed in the film rather than listening into her friend's conversation.
"Sorry, Sharpie." She smiled to him. "No can do."
"And why the hell not?"
"Because it would spoil my plan."
"… Your plan being…?"
"Oh right, silly me." She giggled. "I haven't told you yet, have I?"
"No, Erasa, you didn't." Sharpener sighed irately.
"Well, I guess I can let you in on the plan."
"Erasa, you said that half an hour ago and I am still as clueless… wait. That didn't come out right…"
"Shush." Erasa placed her hand over Sharpener's mouth for the second time that morning. She glanced over her shoulder to Videl and Gohan who were still chatting away contentedly, completely oblivious to the world around them. "Follow me."
With this said, she grabbed hold of Sharpener's arm and dragged him underneath the table.
"Erasa! Why the hell are we down here?" Sharpener shrieked as loud as he could at a whisper level, his arms waving about for emphasis.
"Oh calm down, we're here so I can tell you my plan." Erasa stated. As though it was the most normal thing in the world to sit under the table in the middle of class.
"…. WHY?"
"So they," She indicated towards Gohan and Videl's feet. "Can't hear us and spoil the plan."
Sharpener looked at her sceptically. At last he sighed, thoroughly defeated. "Fine, just get it over with. What's your plan?"
Erasa cleared her through softly and, with a commanding whisper, launched into her triad like any true battle commander.
"I, like so many of us, have noticed that, since the World Martial Arts Tournament, the two souls know as Son Gohan and our very own Videl Satan have grown very close. They, however, seem to be unwilling to take this obviously budding romance, past the level of friendship. I feel that it is a crime to let such unrestrained love waste away like so many great romances have. I have, therefore, taken it upon myself, to do what they will not. I, Erasa, shall bring these two lost souls together and, shall thus, begin the turnings of what shall be the greatest love affair known to mankind! And I shall do this by putting into action, the top secret, highly sort after, much undervalued…. Operation get-the-two-love-birds-together-subtly-and-without-telling-them-by-using-the-cover-of-an-annual-holiday-before-the-end-of-school-so-they-can-live-happily-ever-after-and-we-can-all-get-on-with-our-lives!"
Sharpener blinked.
"What?"
"Or, for quick reference, Operation Mistletoe!" Erasa grinned. Sharpener raised one eyebrow then sighed in defeat once more.
"I know I'm going to regret this but… what is Operation Mistletoe?" He asked, causing Erasa to burst into a fit of happy giggles, which she hurriedly muffled into her hands.
"Well, Sharpie, it's simple. And I'll be glad to tell you… if you promise to help me with it." She smirked maliciously as she said the last part. Something that seemed disturbingly natural on her face.
"Why would I do a stupid thing like that!" He growled back. "You could be planning anything for all I know."
Erasa merely shrugged and said, "Fine then, have it your way. But it'll eat at 'cha if you don't."
And it did.
For two hours Operation Mistletoe ate at Sharpener. All through lunch he was silent, on autopilot as he ate, not even braking out of his meditate state to stare at Gohan as he inhaled his food (something that was now a recognised spectator's sport at OSH). During Maths he totally ignored the Christmas quiz Mr Armstrong had organised, and taking no account of the fact that he lost any chance at the large box of chocolates on the teacher's desk.
By the time fifth period rolled around, Sharpener couldn't take it any more. He stormed into the room full of intent, straight towards Erasa who was sat alone on the second to last row (the last row being empty).
He flopped into the chair beside her and didn't see the conquering smirk that graced her lips.
"Fine!" He cried in a hushed whisper. "I'll be a part of your stupid plan."
"It ate at you, didn't it?" Her voice was smug and held the I-told-you-so attitude to a tee.
"Shut up and just tell me already!"
"Welllll… alright." She spun round in her seat so she was facing him. "All we have to do, is make sure their together then bring out… this!" As she said the last word, she pulled forth a small lump from her bag and held it out for him to see.
"Oh no," He moaned sarcastically. "A scary plant, what ever will they do." He was quickly rewarded with a swipe round the back of the head.
"You dumb ass. I should have expected you not to realise the importance of mistletoe."
"Mistletoe? You mean that wired kissy thing my aunt always manages to drag me under every year?" He shivered at the memory, which Erasa promptly ignored.
"Yes, stupid. That kissy stuff is the whole point of Operation Mistletoe! Honestly, it doesn't take a brain surgeon to work that one out." She rolled her eyes. "Well, let's just forget about that for now. The point is that we have three and a half days left of this week in which to get Videl and Gohan underneath the mistletoe as much as possible. Even they can't refuse when it's practically a Christmas law!"
AN: I suck. I really do. Halfway through my muses left me and I managed to stumble out the rest of it in between partying, wrapping gifts and carol singing.
So, I'm afraid that's all your going to get for now. I just didn't seem to take into account my social life and the long long long time it takes me to write before stating this. I shall have to put up the second part after Christmas.
I WILL DO IT SO HELP ME GOD!
Stay tuned and tell me what you thought. I need all the inspiration I can get.
Happy Holidays!