My
first attempt at a fanfic. I do not own
DBZ.
"Hurry
up, Vegeta!" shouted Bulma. "We're gonna
be late!" "I still don't understand why
I have to go to this ridiculous party," said Vegeta. "I've got more important things to do than mingle with your idiot
friends." "Important things meant, of
course, train," thought Bulma. "That's
all that man ever wants to do with his life.
Run around outside punching and kicking and moving at the speed of
light. Well, not tonight." Trunks ran into the room where Bulma was
fixing her hair. "Mommy, mommy, are we
ready to go yet?" yelled Trunks. "As
soon as your father is ready, dear," said Bulma. "I still don't get this Christmas nonsense," Vegeta said. "Some fat, old man brings these little brats
toys and flies off. And he can't even
fly by himself. He needs a bunch of
horned beasts to fly for him. Pathetic." "There's more to it than that you idiot!"
screamed Bulma. "Christmas is about
love and giving. Chi Chi went through a
lot of trouble to throw this party and you WILL NOT embarrass me! Besides, Trunks is dying to see Santa." "Amazing," thought Vegeta. "I cannot be defeated by any warrior in the
universe, but that woman can make me cringe by just raising that unholy voice
of hers."
At
the party, the whole Z gang had shown up.
Goten, Goku, Tien, Krillin and even Piccolo was there. All seemed in a good mood, except our hero,
the Prince of all Saiyans. "I can't
believe I'm here." Thought Vegeta amidst the laughing and singing. "This is ridiculous." He glanced over at the beautifully decorated
tree with its many lights and shiny objects.
He looked at the stockings by the fireplace. He watched his son, Goten, and even Gohan, who was supposed to be
a mature Saiyan, laugh and run around like idiots. "Amazing," thought Vegeta.
"That kid reached Super Saiyan 2 before any of us, and now he's acting
like someone who got hit on the head with a falling planet! What is it about this ridiculous
holiday?"
Just
then, the phone rang. Chi Chi picked it
up. "Hello?" she said, giggling. But her smile soon turned upside down. "Oh no," she said. "Are you sure he can't come?
Goten and Trunks will be heartbroken."
She hung up the phone and turned to her guests. "Excuse me," she said. I'm afraid I have some bad news. Santa won't be coming tonight." "Why?" yelled Goten, tears already welling
up in his eyes. "Why!" yelled Trunks in
basically the same condition all though he tried to hide the tears. "Well," said Chi Chi, "well I, hold on." "So," thought Vegeta, "fatso isn't coming
after all." He looked at his son. While the sight of his boy trying to hold
back tears angered him, it also, for some reason, bothered him. He had never seen Trunks that upset. Is there really something to this Christmas
junk after all? "I've got to get out of
here." Thought Vegeta. While Bulma
wasn't looking, he opened the door and flew off.
Meanwhile,
Chi Chi had Goku in the bedroom. "This
sucks!" said Goku. "I'm so upset, I
mean, (trademark DBZ sweat spot,) the kids will be so upset." "I know," said Chi Chi. "But what can we do. The Santa guy I hired can't come. His car broke down." "You know," Goku said, "I really have to
start teaching more humans to fly."
Back in the living room, it was all sniffles. The kids were sad, the adults were in a bad mood, and Bulma was
ready to commit the most gruesome murder ever recorded in history. "I'll kill him." She thought. "I'll have
Goku train me until my power level is fifty million and then I'll rip that
bastard apart. How DARE he leave Trunks
and I here!"
Just
as everyone was about the leave, the door burst open. "Ho Ho Ho! Merry
Christmas!" It was Santa! "Thank God." Said Chi Chi. "I see your car, eh, deer are feeling much
better." She said. Although Santa did
seem a bit, short.
After
the kids took turns on Santa's lap, (and Goku and Gohan took a turn on his
lap), everyone ate and sang and had a great time. But Trunks, being the mischevous type, insisted on sitting on
Santa's lap one last time. "Is this
beard real?" he said. "Uh, why of
course." Said Santa. "Let's see." Trunks pulled at the beard and it tore
off. Everyone was silent. Goku fainted. Bulma's eyes almost popped out and flew across the room. There, standing in a Santa suit, with no
beard, and a very pissed off look stood, The Prince of all Saiyans. "Holy shit!" screamed Krillin. "Why?" asked Bulma. The kids rolled on there backs laughing.
Vegeta
scowled. "I just didn't want to hear
these brats and the rest of you whine anymore.
I would have done anything to shut them up. Get off me." He said to Trunks.
"God bless him," thought Bulma.
She knew her man well. And while
she knew he hated the sound of kids moaning, she also knew when he was full of
shit. She saw the bothered look in his
eyes when he saw his son so disappointed.
The
night went on with no more mention of the subject. After midnight, it was just Goku, Vegeta, Chi Chi and Bulma in
the living room. The kids were asleep
and everyone else left. "That was
pretty cool, Vegeta." Said Goku. "Shut
up, Kakarot!" Vegeta said. "You really
made the kids happy." Said Bulma. "I'm proud of you." "Oh yeah," said Vegeta with an evil
smirk. "You wouldn't be so proud if you
knew where I got the suit."
The
end.
