Whoa! Princess DiMimi is back in action! Awesome right? Yeah sure whatever. Things have been busy for me so writing hasn't been easy. But I thought, hey, at least I should grant my readers with a little Christmas Dragon Ball Z joy! Without further ado, please enjoy (a very rhyme-y poem called…) A Very Saiyan Christmas! (:
A Very Saiyan Christmas
Snow began to fall in gentle flakes, and the wind began to blow for Christmas sakes.
There was a constant buzzing all through the house, a very light noise that not even music could douse.
It was a gentle rumbling, fumbling and bumbling noise. It was the sound of Bulma Briefs, making toys.
She stayed in her lab working away; she stayed up working from the night to the day.
Her ideas and creativity kept her awake, as she worked very hard trying to make what she could make.
Young teen Trunks was tucked into bed, kicking and pulling at Young Bulla's head.
They grumbled and fought loudly with a fiery spirit, but stopped when Daddy Vegeta yelled, screaming "I REFUSE TO HEAR IT!"
The short Saiyan scoffed with an angry face, looking at the children with a mild distaste.
"What do you all think you are doing?" he said in reply. "How dare you keep yelling…how dare you defy!"
Trunks huffed and turned over, ignoring the rebuke. Bulla looked at her father, as if he were a kook.
"What's wrong Daddy? Why so mad?" She looked at him as if he should be glad.
"It's Christmas Eve, you should be happy! Not so short, and oh so snappy!"
He glared at first, turning his head, but turned back around saying, "Princess, go to bed."
He closed the door, pulling it shut. He sniffed in the air, smelling chestnut.
His large Saiyan belly couldn't disagree, and he dashed down the stairs as quick as can be.
He was met with a woman, with blue hair and eyes. A woman he loved, a woman he despised.
"Vegeta, enjoy." She said with a smile. "Enjoy some cookies with me for a while."
"Woman, you know very well." He said with a smirk. "I need something substantial, if you couldn't tell."
So she pulled out the chicken, the turkey, and the corn and Vegeta ate it, without a comment or scorn.
As he began to walk he realized he had nowhere to go, ending up with the woman, underneath the mistletoe.
"Not a bad snack, wretched female." He said with a smirk. He thought he would just leave, but that just wouldn't work.
She eyed him with anger, but then a softer love. She kissed his lips, their bodies fitting like a glove.
He pulled away with a red tint all over his face, and he turned around quickly, at a very speedy pace.
Bulma laughed as her husband walked away, she was excited for tomorrow; Christmas Day.
So the Briefs slept and they slept, until morning arrived. Through the night they had gladly survived.
The tree was laced with gifts and more, and they stood together as a family forever more.
When the children awoke, their eyes filled with glee, they ran and began opening things happily.
For Christmas the Briefs family received a lot, but the love that they shared was greater than what they got.
So as Son Goku entered, and Vegeta initiated a brawl, Little Bulla and Trunks looked over and said Merry Christmas to all.
Enjoy your Christmas, or any other holiday you celebrate! Drop me a review for Christmas!:) Much love! xoxoxo!