Hello, this is my first DBZ fanfic so if it sucks wait for more.
Mirai Trunks and Chibi Trunks are both in it because Mirai Trunks decided to take a vacation to the past. Everyone's the age they were in the Buu saga, except Marron is as old as Bra was in GT. I don't care if this makes no sense, it's my story. I am not making fun of Jews, seeing it as I am one myself. I'm writing down the demented thoughts that go through my head while on a sugar/caffenie rush. There are a lot of jokes you would only get if you were Jewish, so I've made a holiday guide to all the foods and traditions mentioned in this story at the end.
I thought it would be fun to put a little Japanese in here( Reader: In a Jewish story? That makes no sense! Me: I'm supposed to practice what I learn! Reader: Whatever...), so here's a little translation key:
Hai- Yes
Iie-no
Gomen-sorry
Kaasan-Mom
Tousan-Dad
Nani-What
Baka- Fool
Arigatou- Thank you
If there's anything you don't get don't hesitate to e-mail me about it.
DBZ's First Chanukkah
It was a cold day in the beginning of December in Satan City, and Mr. and Mrs. Briefs had come to visit Bulma, Vegeta, Trunks, and Bra. Bulma was talkling to her parents in the living room over a cup of tea, Bra was playing up in her room, Trunks was playing video games, and Vegeta (who had long since left the living room out of boredom) was in the gravity room, training.
"Oh Bulma, I almost forgot, we have some important news to tell you!" exclaimed Mr. Briefs.
"As long as it doesn't have to do with another evil villlain taking over the world, " replied Bulma.
"No, it doesn't. We were looking through our old stuff in the attic with Ox King, when we found a strange picture of you granfather," started Mr. Briefs. "He was 13 years old."
"And?"
"He was doing something very strange. He was up on a platform, facing a bunch of people in pews. All the men had weird caps on. He was reading from a scroll."
"You mean..." gasped Bulma. "We're... Jewish?!"
"Hai! Not bad, we only gave you four hints before you figured it out!" said Mr. Briefs.
"Duh, I'm a genius remember? C'mon, I built a time machine, I can handle something like this in my sleep!"
"Speaking of time machine..." said a voice. There was a puff of smoke. Then a crash. (Dan-dan-dan) When the smoke cleared, a big machine thing stood in the middle of the living room. "Hello again, everyone."
Mirai Trunks and Chibi Trunks are both in it because Mirai Trunks decided to take a vacation to the past. Everyone's the age they were in the Buu saga, except Marron is as old as Bra was in GT. I don't care if this makes no sense, it's my story. I am not making fun of Jews, seeing it as I am one myself. I'm writing down the demented thoughts that go through my head while on a sugar/caffenie rush. There are a lot of jokes you would only get if you were Jewish, so I've made a holiday guide to all the foods and traditions mentioned in this story at the end.
I thought it would be fun to put a little Japanese in here( Reader: In a Jewish story? That makes no sense! Me: I'm supposed to practice what I learn! Reader: Whatever...), so here's a little translation key:
Hai- Yes
Iie-no
Gomen-sorry
Kaasan-Mom
Tousan-Dad
Nani-What
Baka- Fool
Arigatou- Thank you
If there's anything you don't get don't hesitate to e-mail me about it.
DBZ's First Chanukkah
It was a cold day in the beginning of December in Satan City, and Mr. and Mrs. Briefs had come to visit Bulma, Vegeta, Trunks, and Bra. Bulma was talkling to her parents in the living room over a cup of tea, Bra was playing up in her room, Trunks was playing video games, and Vegeta (who had long since left the living room out of boredom) was in the gravity room, training.
"Oh Bulma, I almost forgot, we have some important news to tell you!" exclaimed Mr. Briefs.
"As long as it doesn't have to do with another evil villlain taking over the world, " replied Bulma.
"No, it doesn't. We were looking through our old stuff in the attic with Ox King, when we found a strange picture of you granfather," started Mr. Briefs. "He was 13 years old."
"And?"
"He was doing something very strange. He was up on a platform, facing a bunch of people in pews. All the men had weird caps on. He was reading from a scroll."
"You mean..." gasped Bulma. "We're... Jewish?!"
"Hai! Not bad, we only gave you four hints before you figured it out!" said Mr. Briefs.
"Duh, I'm a genius remember? C'mon, I built a time machine, I can handle something like this in my sleep!"
"Speaking of time machine..." said a voice. There was a puff of smoke. Then a crash. (Dan-dan-dan) When the smoke cleared, a big machine thing stood in the middle of the living room. "Hello again, everyone."
