Episode 1:
A Very DBZ Thanksgiving
NOTE: Trunks, Marron, Goten, Bura, and Pan are all in 9th grade for the sake of the plot.
OTHER NOTE: Marron haters, you're gonna love this. Marron lovers, get outta here unless you don't mind Marron getting bashed. And no flames or else. You have been warned.
YET ANOTHER NOTE: I wrote this with the help of ~*ripple-chan*~, I think that's her name now. I hope it is. Also, another warning, this fic is HUMOR HUMOR HUMOR all the way. It is NOT serious and you will PROBABLY be LAUGHING YOUR HEAD OFF HYSTERICALLY THE WHOLE TIME.
Goten was trying to do his algebra homework. "Mom, what's this problem?" "Mom, what's that problem?" To cut it short, Goten does not understand algebra.
"Mom, is Bura named after algebra?"
"Goten, SHADDAP!"
Goten cowered in his seat, putting a book on top of his head. Just then the door opened and Pan, Videl, and Gohan walked in. Pan giggled at the sight of Goten underneath his book.
"Ha ha, I finished hours ago!"
"Unlucky for me, I'm no Math genius like you and Trunks! I don't get what the heck this stupid 'x' means!"
"It means 453,353,254,464 to the thirty-fifth power," Pan replied, smirking. Goten got a huge sweatdrop. "So I multiply it by um..." He tried to figure out which of the thousands of numbers on the page you multiplied it by but failed miserably.
Then, the Briefs Vejita family saw fit to enter. Upon seeing Goten, Trunks and Bura dissolved into helpless giggles. "Goten, I told you how to do it yesterday. Is your memory that short-term?"
Trunks formed a ki blast in his hand and evilly shot it at Goten. "I guess you won't get a decent part in the dumb play we gotta do."
Goten shielded himself with the textbook, which blew up. "Dang you Trunks! You ruined my book for the thirty-fifth time!" He stopped, then grinned. "Hey...if I don't have a book, I don't have to do my algebra! Yeah!"
Bura smiled. "You can use mine, Goten!" Goten groaned in despair.
Gohan loomed over him like an evil shadow. "You could get an F in Math Goten." Goten moaned. "BUT MOMMY WOULD KILL ME AND CRUCIFY ME AND BURN ME ALIVE AT THE STAKE AND TRY TO BLAST ME TO PIECES AND CHAIN ME TO MY DESK AND KEEP ME AWAY FROM ALL MY FRIENDS AND MAKE ME DO MATH ALL DAY AND BE REALLY EVIL AND MEAN AND I DON'T WANT THAT SO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT O DUMB BIG BRO THAT I DON'T WANT FOR A TEACHER BUT I HAVE ANYWAY AND I HATE SCHOOL AND I HATE HOMEWORK!!!" Goten managed to say this all in one breath.
Trunks looked stupefied. "Dende Goten. You must be really dumb." He shook his head sadly. "Wouldn't want to be you when your mom sees your report card. I added up your grades into an average and you have a 0.232 average."
Bulma stuck her head in the doorway. "YOU HAVE WHAT!!??" Goten ducked under the desk.
Chi-Chi walked into the room having heard Bulma's loud shriek. "SON GOTEN, WHAT DID YOU DO NOW? I WANTED TO HAVE A PERFECT THANKSGIVING CELEBRATION AND NOW YOU'RE RUINING IT SO YOU BETTER TELL ME WHATEVER HAPPENED NOW OR I'LL BURN YOU AT THE STAKE AND MAKE YOU WEAR A BARNEY SHIRT TO SCHOOL AND TELL GOHAN TO MAKE YOUR PART IN THE SCHOOL PAGEANT THE WORST AND MY GOHAN-CHAN IS SUCH AN OBEDIENT SON SO WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE HIM AND YOU HAVE TO SPEND MORE TIME ON YOUR SCHOOL WORK AND I'M GOING TO THROW AWAY YOUR PLAYSTATION AND CRUCIFY YOU AND GIVE YOU NO MORE VIDEO GAMES FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE AND GROUND YOU UNTIL YOU ARE ONE HUNDRED YEARS OLD AND MAKE YOU BE LIKE MY PERFECT GOHAN-CHAN AND YOU BETTER BEHAVE MISTER!" She also said all this in one breath.
Goten froze. "Nooo Mom, not the BARNEY SHIRT!!!!!"
Everyone in the general vicinity cracked up. Then a loud explosion was heard outside.
Everyone rushed out the door to see what it was. To their utter shock and surprise, Mirai Trunks was standing on top of Vejita with a huge sweatdrop.
"..." Everyone was speechless for a few seconds, then...
"OH! MIRAI NO TRUNKS!" Bulma yelled, completely ignoring the howls of agony Vejita was giving out.
Mirai Trunks looked inside, very puzzled at the sight of an irate Chi-Chi standing over someone who looked like Goku and yelling her head off while he cowered in terror.
"Um...who's that?"
Trunks stepped up to his older double and laughed. "Oh, that? That's Goten. He's an idiot. Chi-Chi's yelling at him 'cause he has a 0.232 average on his math grade."
"Oh. What an idiot," Mirai Trunks agreed, then did a double take. "Hey! Who ARE you; you look just like me!"
"I could say the same thing," Trunks retorted.
Pan stepped in between them and pointed to Mirai Trunks. "Who are you?"
"I'm Trunks," he replied.
"No, I'm Trunks!" Trunks said.
"No, I'm Trunks."
"ME!"
"No, ME!"
Pan watched them yelling at each other and finally said, "Trunks. Trunks. Both of you shut up."
Vejita stood up, rubbing dust off his blue gi. "Oh NOOOO... That Mirai Brat!"
Trunks got a bit of a clue. "Oh... That must be that-dumb- alternate-dimension-from-the-far-off-future-where-the-androids- terrorized-the-universe-and-almost-everyone-died-and-cities- were-destroyed-and-Capsule-was-one-of-the-last-safe-places-me. I get it now."
Pan fell down. "I don't. Why does everybody have to say everything in one breath? At least you didn't shout it at the top of your lungs." She winced. "Dang Saiyajin hearing."
Mirai Trunks looked mildly surprised. "I never met anyone who described myself in this dimension the same way I do. Weird. I guess you're that-little-kid-grown-into-a-teenager-me."
"Whatever," said Vejita. "What I want to know is, WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE HERE!! I THOUGHT HE WAS GONE FOREVER AND WE COULD FINALLY GET SOME PEACE AND QUIET AROUND HERE!!!!"
Pan winced. "Not with you, Goten, and Chi-Chi yelling all the time. Dang Saiyajin hearing."
"You know," Trunks began. "Why the heck did you have to come before Thanksgiving? Now I might have less food. You totally suck."
Mirai Trunks smirked. "And let my little brother get all the food. I think not."
Bulma stepped in between them and shoved them both down on the ground. "SHADDAP BOTH OF YOU! VEJITA'S BAD ENOUGH, BUT OH NO NOW I HAVE THREE CHILDREN AND NONE OF THEM ARE YOUNG ENOUGH TO GIVE ME A GOOD ILLUSION OF STILL BEING VERY YOUNG AND YES THERE WILL BE ENOUGH FOOD I'LL JUST ORDER EVERYONE SAIYAJIN 234,454,345,545,676,454,454,254,245,454,345 PIZZAS TO SHARE!"
"Is anyone else coming?" Bura asked. "I mean, I know it's us and the Son family"--she ignored an outrage from her father--"anyone else?"
"Hai, I was thinking of inviting Kuririn, Juuhachi, and--"
She was cut off by a scream from Trunks. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! MARRON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bulma looked at him sharply. "Yes, Marron."
Trunks looked at her weirdly. "You mean Little Miss I'm-in-love-with-Trunks-and-Trunks-is-mine-mine-mine? Great, Mom. Now you just ruined MY holiday." A grin spread over his face as he imagined all the things he could do to Marron that would make her very very sorry she ever had that stupid crush on him in the first place.
Bulma glared at her son. "Trunks, I expect you to be--"
"I know, patient and civil and kind and evil and diabolical and nasty and cruel and show offy and cool and mental and evil and evil and evil and I guess I should show her not to mess with me."
An idea hit him. "Oh bigger me!!!" he yelled. "How about doing me a little favor?" he asked, with a diabolical grin on his face.
"NO."
"Fine. I'll just have to think of some way to blackmail you into taking Marron off my hands. Or maybe I won't have to. I'm SURE the idea of a bigger, better 'Kawaii Trunks-chan' would appeal to her," he said sarcastically, with the usual smirk.
"Oh no."
"Or maybe I could dump her on you and then run off and have Thanksgiving in that spaceship I built yesterday after my ALGEBRA homework. Ha ha ha." He shot an evil glance at Goten, who started bashing his head into the wall.
Pan smiled with an equally scheming expression. You know, it's not like I can't stow away again. I wonder how good a spaceship builder he is...
Trunks saw the 'let's blackmail Trunks' look on her face. He blanched. "I better blow up all my old photo albums so YOU can't get to them."
"Oh, that's not what I was thinking of...this time." Pan looked up at him sweetly and innocently. "I was just going to ask you if you would be nice and take me with you. 'Cause if you don't, I'll tell my daddy you said no. And I'll also tell older you about the time--" Her words were cut short by Trunks clapping a hand over her mouth.
"Okay, okay, I'll take you with me as long as you remember not to breath a word to Marron so I can dump her on older me."
Pan rolled her eyes. "Tell her? Are you CRAZY? Every time she sees you looking at me, she shoots me a couple of 'glares of death'."
Trunks sighed in relief. "I must say though, I think I'm cursed."
Pan looked thoughtful for a minute. "Well...I have this feeling that something is going to get her very very mad soon..."
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! WHAT IF SHE TELLS MY MOM I'LL BE SO DEAD SO FAST YOU COULDN'T SAY TRUNKS CAUSE MOM WANTS ME TO BE NICE TO HER AND IF I GET HER MAD SHE'LL MAKE MOM TAKE ME OUT ON A DATE WITH HER AND THAT WOULD BE SO TORTUROUS I'D HAVE TO DROP THE DIRTY DEED ON OLDER AND BIGGER AND WEIRDER ME!"
"Hey, I didn't say she'd be mad at you. Besides, it isn't your fault--Oops. I forgot. I'm not supposed to tell you yet."
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!! WHO'S OUT TO KILL ME NOW! DENDE WHY I AM I SO CURSED AND WHY CAN'T WE ACTUALLY HAVE A NICE GOD FOR ONCE?"
Dende appeared with a smile. "You're cursed because I had to curse someone and Goten is too dumb to curse and I'm mean because its fun to be mean and nasty and evil and diabolical and plotting."
Trunks got the 'I-just-got-a-very-evil-idea' look in his eye. "What if I dye you pink with permanent dye and then barbecue you at the next Briefs Vejita lamo family picnic?"
Dende disappeared quickly.
Mirai Trunks looked thoughtful. "Why don't I just tell this Marron kid my oh so kind little bro is planning a spaceship getaway and she's not invited?"
"'Cause I'd kill you so fast you couldn't even say Trunks oh so kind big bro."
Vejita's stomach growled. He looked at Bulma. "Woman, we gotta get home now so you can make dinner."
Bulma glared at him.
"Why can't anyone address me with the proper respect I deserve?" she wailed loudly.
Trunks nodded. "Can we leave my dumb big brother on a boat in the middle of nowhere and hide our ki so he can't find us?"
"No we can't Trunks."
"Dang."
Bura smiled. "Oh big older older brother... Can you do all my homework for me so I can go over Pan's house and plan the spaceship thingy?"
"No."
"You're no fun at all," said Bura, pouting. "Other big brother, tell him he has to!"
Trunks grinned evilly. "Well, of course."
Mirai Trunks made a face. "Dende I came here to have some fun and eat all your Thanksgiving dinner, not to do peoples homework and have annoying Marron brats dumped on me."
Trunks and Bura grinned identical evil grins. "Too bad."
All the crazy people at the Son house finally went to their respective houses to eat a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot a lot of food.
And finally, on page 9, we get to the point. Sort of.
Gohan, the teacher for Trunks, Bura, Goten, Pan, and the dreaded Marron, was FINALLY announcing the parts for the annual Thanksgiving pageant. "Marron is cast as... an Indian woman. Trunks is cast as..."
Marron glanced over to the bored demi-saiyajin hopefully.
"John Alden."
She burst into tears and had to go to the bathroom to dry them off. Gohan scratched his head, gave the famous Son grin, and continued. "Pan is cast as... Priscilla Blake." Marron, who was returning to the room, fell down in the doorway in a dead faint. When she came to, she was shouting at Pan in front of the entire grade, who began laughing crazily.
"PAN YOU BRAT HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY KAWAII TRUNKS-CHAN I'M GONNA KILL YOU AND SLICE YOU UP AND SKEWER YOU AND THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW AND KILL YOU AGAIN AND BASH YOU AND, UM....."
"Danged Saiyajin hearing," was all that Pan said for a moment. "Oh, and Marron? I'd like to see you try."
Trunks groaned. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DENDE I HATE YOU YOU'RE SO EVIL AND MEAN AND NASTY I'M CURSED WHY ME WHY CAN'T YOU JUST CURSE GOTEN CUZ I'M SICK OF MARRON AND BAD LUCK AND DUMB NEW BROTHERS THAT MAKE MY DAD IN A BAD MOOD BUT AT LEAST I CAN MAKE THEM DO WHATEVER I SAY DENDE YOU'RE THE WORST GOD ALIVE I'M GONNA COME AND KILL YA AFTER SCHOOL'S OUT!!!"
"Everybody is gonna totally kill their voices if they keep talking like that," Pan noted sarcastically.
Gohan glared at the class to shut them up. It didn't work. After about half an hour there was finally moderate silence. He continued reading out the roles. "Goten is Miles Standish."
"What?"
"I said you're Miles Standish little brother and you are or else I'll tell Mom. Then she'll make you wear a Barney shirt to school."
The entire class erupted into fits of laughter for another 30 minutes.
"Bura is Mrs. Standish."
"Huh?"
"NANI?" Trunks yelled. "That's MY LITTLE SISTER!!!???" He shot a death glare at Goten. If looks could kill, Goten would be dead a thousand times. "You hurt my sister and you DIE, Son Goten."
Goten cowered under his desk and Gohan sighed. "Unfortunately I'll have to keep the class 30 minutes after school. Why can't you idiots just shut up?"
He glanced at Pan and Trunks. "Oh by the way, you have to kiss."
"WHAAAAT!!????"
Gohan abruptly whacked Marron upside the head as she began screaming again.
Trunks fell down. "WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU GOHAN SON?! WHY CAN'T I JUST BE A TREE OR SOMETHING CURSE YOU DENDE!"
Gohan glared at Trunks. "Because I said so."
"Hey wait a minute? Is it legal to make us?"
"I could tell your mother you refuse Trunks. She'd make you, uhh... what is it she makes you do again?"
"Go on a date with Marron. So far he hasn't had to." Bura said matter-o-factly.
Marron looked at Trunks hopefully. Trunks shot a ki blast at Bura. After a moment's consideration, he sent more at everyone in the room, particularly Marron.
Pan and Goten started doing it too and Marron was mostly everyone's prime target.
"Actually, Gohan," Trunks began smiling. "You happen to be forgetting my dumb brother who's only good for things I don't want to do."
After school and the 30 minutes detention, five teens greeted their parents with death glares when they got home.
"Mommeeee, why does that mean Pan get to kiss Trunks?!!! It should be ME! Go back and make them change it!!!" Marron wailed to her mother.
"No." Marron was rewarded with a stern glare.
"BUT IT'S NOT FAIR!!!!!"
Over in the Son household, "Mommeee, if I look at Bura the wrong way, Trunks will kill me! Can't you get Gohan to change the parts?"
"Of course not. My perfect Gohan-chan decided them, and I'm sure he did it perfectly. YOU just are ashamed that you don't hold a candle to your big brother."
Goten stuck his tongue out at Gohan, who was talking with Pan.
"Daddy! I don't want to have to kiss Trunks! Besides, you humiliated both of us in front of the whole class!" she moaned. "Granted, you embarrassed Marron and Uncle too, but THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"
Gohan smiled. "Well, you don't want to look like a coward by backing out, do you? You'd look worse if you backed out! Trunks, that lazy bum, will probably try to get Mirai Trunks to do it. But I already told Mirai Trunks to say 'no' no matter what those two idiots tell him!"
And finally, in the Briefs Vejita household...
"NANI!!!!????" Vejita screamed until he was blue in the face. "MY son, kiss Kakkarot's grandbrat?!!! HOW DARE YOUR EVIL TEACHER DO THAT I'LL KILL HIM AND BLAST HIM AND CHOP HIM UP INTO LITTLE PIECES!!!!!!!!!!"
"At least I don't have to lay a finger on Marron," Trunks muttered. "That would be worse. She's not even Saiyajin at all. Besides," he smirked at his little sister, "I didn't tell you about Bura and Goten's parts... They're married!"
Vejita immediately began screaming and cursing again.
Bulma walked into the room covering her ears. "QUIT THE SHOUTING VEJITA! What happened anyway to make him shout so much?"
Vejita began to explain. "Bura and Kakkarot's brat have to be MARRIED in their DUMB Thanksgiving pageant and Trunks and Kakkarot's grandbrat have to KISS in it! Oh, DENDE, MY FAMILY IS CURSED!"
Bulma smiled. "Isn't that such a cute idea?"
"IT IS NOT!" All the other members of her family, aside from Mirai Trunks, screamed at her, cursing all the way.
Mirai Trunks smirked. "Mom, can I have a video-camera? I want to catch their adorable kissing scenes on tape!"
"Of COURSE you can! I'm glad SOMEONE agrees with me on this!" Bulma assured him.
Trunks smiled at his mom. "But Mommy, he's gonna use it to BLACKMAIL me and you said no blackmail with video-cameras. So according to your own rules, he CAN'T."
"Then I'll just take pictures. That's not a video camera," Mirai Trunks said.
Bulma was adamant. "This is a special occasion. We can make an exception to the rule just this once."
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! Shimatta MOMMY! I CAN ALWAYS RUN AWAY TO SPACE EARLY AND CONQUER THE UNIVERSE! DA** YOU!"
"Watch your language Trunks."
"But MOMMY, I have never once heard you tell daddy or Bura that, and YOU curse more than ALL OF US PUT TOGETHER!"
"Well you are cursed for life. Dende said so," Bulma replied.
"Then I'll kill my self and get Bura to resurrect me with the Dragon Balls. Then I'll have a NEW life."
"I will ground Bura if she tries to wish you alive again. Besides, she's not allowed to go hunting for the Dragon Balls."
Bura grinned. "Oh, and big brother: I'm SURE Marron would want to. I think I'll let her do the honors. Then you would be forever in debt to her and probably have to marry her."
"I CAN run away and NEVER COME BACK, o UNCARING mother. I'll go to SPACE and CONQUER the UNIVERSE and tell EVERYONE IN THE UNIVERSE HOW EVIL YOU ARE!"
"While you are gone, I will wreck your Playstation 2."
"Then I'll bring it with me on MY NEW spaceship. Also my GameCube, computer, Pocket PC, clothes, and all that boring stuff. Maybe I'll even take my NEW PORTABLE gravity room. But I could also call in Child Abuse and get you sent to jail, o EVER UNCARING mother. Oh, wait a sec, I gotta go kill Dende!" Trunks stormed out of the room.
Vejita stood shocked. "Um, fill me in: Exactly WHAT were you talking about?"
Bura looked at him and shrugged.
Bulma glared at the doorway. "VEJITA, GO TO KAMI'S LOOKOUT AND GET THAT DUMB TRUNKS!"
"Why should I? He has the right idea: Kill Dende for cursing our family."
Up at Kami's Lookout...
"NO NO NO NO NO! The sign has to say Dende's Evil Curse Everybody Land!" Dende shouted at Mr. Popo.
"Hey Dende." Trunks greeted the green Namekian god. "I almost forgot to come and kill you." He went Super Saiyajin.
Dende panicked. "Oh NO! SON GOHAN! SAVE ME FROM THE TERROR OF TRUNKS, NOW!"
Gohan appeared, looking weary and sleep-deprived. "Trunks, go home. Bulma's looking for you."
"Who gives a da**?" Trunks retorted nastily. "I gotta kill Dende. Then my curse might reverse."
"But Bulma is about to storm over and kill you. I'm trying to save you."
"She wants to kill me! YEAH! Gohan, you have to promise you'll get someone other than Marron to resurrect me with the Dragon Ball, okay?"
Gohan nodded, dumbfounded.
Trunks blasted Dende with one of his 'double flashs'. Then Bulma stormed in looking very, very, very, very, very mad.
She tried to pull Trunks by the ear, but, obstinate as he was, Trunks did not budge an inch. He merely chuckled. "VEJITA! GET IN HERE NOW AND GET TRUNKS IN THE PLANE!" Bulma shouted at the top of her lungs.
Trunks blasted Dende once more and shot like a bullet to some other place.
"Great, just great. We lost him." Bulma muttered under her breath. "VEJITA YOU SLOWPOKE!"
Trunks was meanwhile escaping to his secret place in the mountains where he went when everything in the world went wrong.
This was just not turning out to be a good day for him. He was DEFINATELY going to the spaceship early. But something told him he'd be acting like a coward if he chickened out of the Thanksgiving pageant. Bura would also never let him hear the end of it.
So he returned to Capsule Corp, unaware that he had been watched by the sneaky green Namek in orange booties, Piccolo.
Back to the Son household...
"TRUNKS TRIED TO WHAT??!!" Goten shouted at the top of his lungs to his older brother. "That's what I said," Gohan replied tiredly.
"Dende, my class is hopeless. Although Dende, you're gonna die soon." Gohan said.
"OHMIGOD! Trunks tried to KILL DENDE!" Pan shrieked and dissolved into giggles. "THAT was DUMB! And you say BULMA was LOOKING for him to KILL him! WEIRD!"
"Oh, my poor perfect Gohan-chan, how your class must torment you? Throwing ki in class... Ridiculous! Bulma's good for nothing son is such an idiot!"
"Heck, I'm glad I'm no Briefs Vejita!" Videl said with a large sweatdrop rolling down the side of her head. "I have this odd feeling we're being watched..."
"Hey, now that you mention it, I do too!" Pan exclaimed. "Hmm..."
Goten looked at a piece of a white cape outside the closet. He opened the closet and found the evil Namek in orange booties, Piccolo!
"OH NO! NOT THE EVIL NAMEK IN ORANGE BOOTIES!" Pan and Goten and Videl and Chi-Chi shouted together.
Gohan merely laughed. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
At Capsule Corp...
"So, let me get this straight Trunks... Y-you're seriously thinking of really going up into space f-forever a-after the Th-Thanksgiving p-play?" Bura spoke out through her sobs.
"Hai."
"But brother of mine, you can't do that! We were gonna do it together! NO!"
After a few weeks of countless arguments, battles, shouts, curses, dinners, school, and homework, its finally the day of the Thanksgiving pageant--the day Trunks is leaving Earth forever.
Pan got into her costume, getting Bura to button it up in the back. "So... he's really leaving today, ne?"
Bura nodded, her blue eyes blurring with tears. "He really is. We tried to talk him out of it but... he's going. I always knew he would leave us one day, but... NOT NOW!"
Pan tied her apron in the back. "Nasty, I know. Wish he weren't really going. Maybe... we could try to change his mind again!"
"No... his mind's made up..." Bura smiled sadly. "You don't have to worry about it anymore..."
Meanwhile, Trunks and Goten were in their costumes and talking privately. "So you're really going, ne?" "Hai."
"Harsh."
"I know."
"Shimatta, Trunks, we're being such idiots. Why do you have to run away and why am I not wailing my head off? Curse you Dende!"
"I... No one... I.... Uh... Like..." Trunks stuttered on and on. "Fine. I don't know. Happy, Goten?"
"No. You don't need to go. Why can't you just talk to your mom?"
"You wouldn't understand Goten. It would be like giving up on myself. I don't know it's just... Here, I have an idea! Get someone to give me a VERY good reason to stay and I'll wait, okay?"
"Hai!"
Gohan called the audience to attention. "The 9th grade has put on a Thanksgiving pageant for you on the story of Thanksgiving itself. Not the food, or sometimes gifts, but the true meaning."
The audience clapped because, well, they were expected to.
The first scene began. The Pilgrims were on the Mayflower, going to the New World. John Alden gave a speech: "It is not what we are told to do. We are doing what WE want to do, not what everyone else wants us to do. It is people like us who built the world, not cowards who just did whatever they were told. Our world is made up of both rebels and conformists."
Miles Standish nodded. "That's true. Our, uh, um, er, aha! story is about to begin!"
"Hai. It is only with leaving that there can be a new chapter in the book of life." Priscilla Blake spoke up.
The play went on until they were at the New World. An Indian woman was feeding her baby on the banks of a river and the Indian Squanto began talking about what Trunks would call "boring stuff".
The group landed, and had a horrible rough time. Many people died and only half the original number survived.
Mrs. Standish grew sick, but survived.
Beautiful Priscilla Blake nursed the sick.
John Alden did something.
Soon, it was the year 1621. The Pilgrims were preparing a feast of "Thanksgiving" to give thanks to God.
Under his breath, John Alden cursed out Dende.
Finally, the time of the DA DA DA *kiss* was here. John and Priscilla leaned in towards each other and...
The Indian woman dropped a bucket of sand over Priscilla's head. "MARRON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Priscilla screeched nastily, or should I say Pan did.
Pan was now covered in sand from head to toe and Marron was grinning like the Chesire Cat. It was funny, if you looked at it from an outsider's point of view.
John Alden, aka Trunks, just stood there gaping as Gohan quickly closed the curtain. "Shimatta, Marron, why'd ya have to go and ruin it? Now we'll probably be in detention for the rest of our lives!"
Pan nodded angrily. "Marron, I don't know what I'd rather do to you, blow you up, or barbecue you."
Marron ran out of the curtains crying and went to her car. Trunks shrugged. "Guess its over. Hey Pan, did ya hear I told Goten if he could find anyone to give me a legit reason to stay, I'd delay my trip until I get out of college."
"NANI?!" Pan's eyes magnified. "Trunks, you'd kill us all if ya left. We'd be like really sad and like, I dunno how we'd live without you to curse Dende and blackmail Mirai and like..." She collapsed, sobbing.
"I, Trunks, I... I love you."
She embraced him and he kissed her. Gohan let the stage be visible and the whole audience let out a big 'awww'...
Except for Vejita, who had something to say on the matter. "If that's his choice, then... I guess its the best choice."
The crowd burst out into applause at his words and at the tender scene up on the stage.
Mirai Trunks was filming avidly with glee and Bulma sighed happily. "Mirai, I'm gonna steal your film... This is so kawaii!"
Trunks and Pan broke their kiss to see the audience applauding and both blushed. "NOOOOOOO!!!!!! MIRAI BRIEFS VEJITA, I'M GONNA BLOW YOUR VIDEO-CAMERA TO SMITHEREENS! DON'T THINK I WON'T! THEN I'LL BLAST YOUR SORRY--" He was cut off by Pan's lips covering his.
Mirai smiled. "YEAH! I'M NOT DEAD YET!"
The audience slowly piled out of the auditorium and soon only the 9th grade itself was left. Gohan inspected their flushed nervous faces carefully. "Well, I have to say that was great. Marron ruined it, but Trunks and Pan overcame that ruin. All in all, awesome performance!"
The class broke out into cheers and Goten took Trunks aside. "You leaving?" "No, Goten. But you and Bura are invited for a space party Thanksgiving!" "Awesome man!"
Bura looked at them. "So, you're REALLY not leaving, brother?"
"We didn't ASK you to listen to us Bura."
"I had too. You were talking about the spaceship business. Of course I'll come along to the party. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"And I know I'm already invited." Pan said, stepping over to join the conversation. "After all, I gave Trunks suitable blackmail." The group laughed happily.
Later that night, the two Thanksgiving parties began. Poor Mirai was stuck with Marron at his arm and no peace at all.
Trunks, Pan, Goten, and Bura were up in space right by a star.
"Can I sing a song for you guys?" Pan asked the other three, who were comfortably eating ice cream.
"Sure Pan," was the simultaneous responce.
"This is called Drop In The Ocean by Michelle Branch.
Love took me by the hand
Love took me by surprise
Love led me to you
And love opened up my eyes
And I was drifting away
Like a drop in the ocean
And now I realize that
Nothing has ever been as beautiful
As when I saw heaven's skies
In your eyes
In your eyes
And every time I drift away
I lose myself in you
And now I see I can be me
In everything I do
'Cause I was feeling as small
As a drop in the ocean
And now I realize that
Nothing has been as beautiful
As when I saw heaven's skies
In your eyes
In your eyes
Love took me by the hand
Love took me by surprise
And I was drifting away
Like a drop in the ocean
And now I've realized that
Nothing has been as beautiful
As when I saw heaven's skies
In your eyes
In your eyes..."
Pan finished her song beautifully holding out the last line for nearly forever. She walked over and sat down by Trunks, who kissed her sweetly.
Goten smiled to Bura. "May I?" "Hai."
Those two kissed also, all right by a star.
For a Thanksgiving, this was a very DBZ Thanksgiving. And I hope you remember the moral to this story which was not:
Blackmail your older brother into doing whatever you want him to do.
It was:
Remember that it takes all kinds of people to make a world. The world doesn't just revolve around one person and it can bounce back if you want it to. Too much stubbornness can make you miss out on the best of things.
~*Owari*~
That is, the end until next time, I Wish You A Very Merry Christmas--DBZ Style. Caroling and everything--lots of romance too. Revenge is in the making and Marron is now in love with not only Trunks--but Mirai too, who doesn't go home for Christmas so poor Trunks and everybody are stuck with him for another holiday.
This was Episode One of the DBZ Holiday Saga by twisted pan.