A DBZ Christmas Carol
Written by: Jesscheaux
Disclaimer: I did not invent, nor do I own, DB/Z/GT or any of the characters.
I take no credit whatsoever for A Christmas Carol. It all belongs to Charles Dickens.
Author's Notes: Ok, I have decided to make a big change to my story. I'm changing
the part of the ghost of Christmas present from Ox King to: the one and only
HERCULE! That's right folks, THE MAN. THE ONE WHO KILLED CELL! YEAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Yeah right, he wishes..... Anyway, I thought it would make the story funnier.
So, read on!
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The night wore on and the grandfather clock in the old empty mansion stroke one.
*DONG*
Piccolo rolled over in his sleep, mumbling something. He then began to awake as he felt
the presence of a strange being enter his room.
He rubbed his eyes as he sat upright. All through his bed curtains, a light shone through.
Piccolo pulled them back and immediatley covered his eyes because of the brightness.
"What's going on!" he shouted.
The glowing being came into clearer view and revealed the first ghost. It looked uncannily
like a blue cat.
"Picccoooooloooooo....." chanted the ghost.
"Yeah, ok, you know my name. Now, what do you want?"
"Piccolo, I am the ghost of Christmast past." Puar told him.
"*yawn* Sure and I'm Bill Clinton." Piccolo retorted.
Puar squeaked loudly causing Piccolo to cover his ears. "I AM! And whether you like it or
not, I'm going to show you your Christmas past."
"Bah. Humbug. I don't care about Christmas. Especially not about my past."
"Take my hand and see for yourself." Puar insisted.
Piccolo looked at her and tilted his head. "What hand? All I see are paws."
"*sigh* Whatever! Anyway, take my 'paw' and I will show you the past."
Piccolo rolled his eyes. "Fine, let's get this over with."
He then took Puar's paw and they began to fly out of the window and into the distance.
Puar took them up above all of the town and then farhter out where a light shone.
They reached the light and touched down in a schoolyard.
"Does this look familiar to you, Piccolo?" Puar asked.
"It does!" he exclaimed rather bewildered. "This is where I went to school! And look, there
are all my schoolmates playing out in the yard."
"Yes, but where are you, Piccolo?"
"Look over there." He said, pointing to underneath a tree in the snowy yard. "That's me, meditating
under the tree."
"Why aren't you playing with the other children?"
"Because, I'm a freak. They don't like me and all I have is myself. I don't even have a father."
he murmured and looked down.
"Spirit, take me away from this place. I don't want to see anymore."
"Very well. We shall go a little bit further now."
They begin to glow and Puar transports them to a little shop in the middle of the city.
"Look." Puar said to Piccolo.
Piccolo walked up to the shop and read the sign. "Mr. Fizzywig's. AH! My first job! I used
to work here for Fizzywig when I was a young boy."
"Yes. Look inside, today is Christmas Eve."
Piccolo walked up to the window and rubbed the fog off of one of the panes. Inside, there
were lots of people, including the Fizzywigs and Kami Marley.
"There they are! And there's my old partner Kami!"
"And there you are, being shy and not talking to anybody."
"Hmmmph. I never know what to say."
A young girl then walks up to Piccolo and they begin to talk.
"Look." said Puar, "Do you recognize her?"
Piccolo's eyes widened as he saw the girl he was in love with so many years ago. "Jesscheaux?"
Piccolo then entered the room and watched himself and Jesscheaux as they used to be long ago.
"Hi, my name is Jesscheaux." the girl said.
The younger Piccolo looked at her bashfully and muttered. "I'm Piccolo."
"Well, hello Piccolo. It's nice to meet you! Would you care to dance?"
Younger Piccolo looked like he was about to refuse but then decided to dance with her.
Piccolo Scrooge turned away from the scene. "Spirit, I can take no more. Please let us leave
this place."
"But where shall we go? You said that you would always be together."
"I know." he said quietly.
Puar transported him to a place in the forest where Jesscheaux and his younger self were talking.
"Look. Look what has become of you and your greed."
"Piccolo?" asked Jesscheaux.
Younger Piccolo just grunted in answer.
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do." Younger Piccolo answers quietly and then takes her hand. "Why would you think
anything else?"
Jesscheaux hung her head. "Because, you're always working now. What about us? Are we ever going
to get married and start a family?"
Younger Piccolo became taken aback and withdrew his hand from Jesscheaux's grasp.
"Not yet. We have to wait until I've made enough Zeni."
Jesscheaux shook her head. "That's all you ever say, Piccolo. I can't wait that long. If you really
love me, then we'll be together now."
Younger Piccolo hung his head. "I can't right now. I told you in the future."
Jesscheaux began to quietly sob. "So, that's how it is? You love your money more than me.
Just know, that I will always save a place in my heart for you. Goodbye, Piccolo."
And with that, Jesscheaux walked out of his life forever. (well not really, but in this story she does
If you want to find out more about Jesscheaux
who she is and her relationship with Piccolo
read The Spectrum Revolution!)
The present Piccolo felt a hot tear begin to form in his eye as he looked away quickly.
"No.........Spirit! Get me out of here! I can't take this anymore!"
"But Piccolo," insisted Puar. "That is your past. You chose it."
"I know. And I was wrong. But what's done is done. Let us leave this place."
Puar bowed her head. "As you wish, Piccolo." And with a blinding flash of light
Piccolo was transported back to his bedroom.
"Leave me, Spirit, so I can be alone with these haunting thoughts."
"Very well. But the second spirit is yet to come. He shall be here at the stroke
of two. Be aware, he is alot more hyper and jolly than I am."
"Whatever." Piccolo said harshly and went back to his bead, pulling the curtains around it again.
*DONG DONG* The grandfather clock stroke two.
A yell was heard coming from inside Piccolo's room: "YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Piccolo bolted upright, getting ready to strangle this newcomer, ghost or no ghost.
He angrily ripped the bed-curtains open and opened his mouth to yell when he saw:
The ghost of Christmas present. He was a tall, (but not as tall as Piccolo) muscular
man, wearing a maroon fighting gi with a holly wreath in his strangely afro-like hair.
"Yo!" screamed the ghost. "You better come out here and get ready to know me better man!"
"I am out here you twit." Piccolo responded, "And who are you supposed to be?"
Hercule flashed his 100-watt grin and did a little twirl on his foot. "I AM THE MIGHTY HERCULE!
PROTECTOR OF THIS PLANET AND THE ONE WHO DEFEATED CELL!" Hercule yelled out triumphantly.
"Ummmm, you're supposed to be a ghost or something." Piccolo said aggravatedly.
Hercule looked stumped for a moment and then snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah! I'm that too.
But a very powerful ghost, mind you."
"Whatever."
"And I'm here to show you some fun, Piccolo! YEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Let's get this party started!"
"Great, I just can't wait." Piccolo said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.
"Come on!" Hercule cried and grabbed his hand. They were instantly transported to outside in
the city where Christmas was going in full swing.
"Merry Christmas, everybody! YEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Hercule shouted at the town and did a bunch of
his punching and kicking moves. A group of little kids ran up and asked for his autograph.
Hercule obliged and signed all the autographs. He patted the last kid on the head as he handed
him back a piece of paper that read:
To my weak little buddy who will never grow up to be as strong as me, but that's ok
because no one needs anybody stronger when you've got me around-- Hercule, the ghost of Christmas present.
After he finished signing he looked at Piccolo and said: "Look around you, man. It's Christmas Day!"
Piccolo crossed his arms and spit on the ground. "And I care why?"
Hercule tilted his head and thought for a moment. "Everyone is happy around Christmas. It's a time for
love, sharing, and family."
"Hummph. Things I've never had, nor been good at." Piccolo retorted icily.
"Well, that's not true. You have your Nephew, Dende. Why don't we go see what he's up to?"
Piccolo sighed and looked away. "Sure, it's not like I have anything better to do."
In a flash, he and Hercule were transported to Dende's place where he and Mr. Popo were having
their party. Also there, was Krillin, #18, Marron, and Master Roshi.
Master Roshi was looking at some of his magazines with girls wearing Santa suits in them.
"Hee hee! Krillin, look at this one!" Roshi exclaimed.
Krillin sighed and said: "No thanks, man. Why don't you have some egg nog?"
"Don't mind if I do." he answered and took the glass Krillin handed him.
Dende entered the room just then: "Water for everybody!!!!!! Bring in on out, Mr. Popo."
Dende was attired in a festive holiday suit, complete with a sprig of holly.
Piccolo glared at his newphew from the corner he was standing in. "That baka. He looks ridiculous
with that outfit on, although it is a change from the usual dress he wears. I'd like to take that
sprig of holly and shove it through his heart....."
"Now now! He's your only living relative!" Hercule protested and clapped Piccolo on the back
heartily. "Watch, and let's see what happens."
Everyone drank a bottle of the special water and Dende decided they should play a little
game. "Anyone up for a game?"
"Sure!" Krillin chimed in. "What're we going to play?"
Dende thought for a moment and snapped his fingers: "I know! Charades! I'll go first."
Dende then put a huge frown on his face, pulled himself up to his full height and crossed
his arms. He then frowned deeper and looked away.
Master Roshi and Krillin started yelling out guesses: "Uh, is it a policeman? NO! I got it
a hardened criminal? Nah, it must be a tree? I dunno, Dende who is it?"
Dende broke into a huge smile and said: "My Uncle Piccolo!!!"
A look of understanding dawned on their faces. "Yeah!!!" Krillin exclaimed. "He's always frowning like that."
"Yeah," Master Roshi agreed, "That guy needs to loosen up and get a life. He's just terrible and greedy too."
#18 said: "That green monster is despicable, Dende. I can't believe you're related to him. I want nothing to
do with that old miser."
Piccolo was stunned at their words. "Spirit, do they really think of me like that?"
Hercule grinned, "Well ya saw it for yourself! Let's go someplace else and see Christmas, YEAAAAAHHHH!"
Hercule said cornily and they transported to a shabbier part of the town.
"What are we doing here?" Piccolo asked as he saw their surroundings.
Hercule pointed to a small house. "Look, this is Goku Crachit's house. Inside they're preparing for
Christmas dinner."
Piccolo and Hercule stood by the window and watched as Mrs. Crachit and her older son finished cooking.
"Now, Gohan. Keep turning the goose over the fire, or it'll never be done in time." Chi-chi instructed.
"Yes, mom." answered Gohan and resumed his task.
"We have to be ready for when your father and Tiny Goten get home."
Just then, the door opened and in strode Goku with Tiny Goten on his shoulders.
"Dad!" exclaimed Gohan and he ran to hug him.
"Hiya, son! Hi Chi-chi!" he greeted his family and gave Chi-chi a kiss.
"Daddy!" exclaimed Tiny Goten, "The church service was great, I especially like the part
where they sang: "hark the herald angels sing, glory to the new born king *cough cough cough*"
The youngster began to cough violently.
"Oh no! Son, you have to calm down." said Chi-chi and Goku put him down. "Here. Sit down in your
chair."
Tiny Goten used a small crutch and limped up to the table painstakingly. His brother then helped him
sit down and Chi-chi finished setting the table and Gohan put the goose out on it.
"They don't have much to eat." Piccolo observed.
"Yeah, they can't afford any more than that. Not on the salary that you pay him." Hercule answered.
The Crachit family began to eat and laugh and talk about the day's events.
"I propose a toast to Mr. Piccolo Scrooge," said Goku happily, "To the founder of the feast!"
"Hmmph! That old miser is greedy and I'd like to give him a piece of my mind. Founder of the feast
indeed." Chi-chi complained.
"Mommy," spoke up Tiny Goten, "It's true. It's all thanks to Mr. Piccolo that we're having a wonderful
Christmas. Daddy's right."
The look on Chi-chi's face softened. "Allright, to Mr. Piccolo." she said and they toasted each other.
Outside, a small smile began to creep onto Piccolo's face. "Such a wonderful family." he murmured.
Tiny Goten began to cough again and Piccolo's face darkened. "Tell me, what of the boy? Will he
live?"
"*clears throat* Well, that's the ghost of Christmas future's realm, but I guess I could give you a hint.
I see an empty chair and a crutch with no owner." Hercule said sadly.
Piccolo's face took on a look of despair. "No, not him. I've got to be able to change it."
"Well come on, man! My time is almost up. I've got a training session scheduled." Hercule then looked
at his watch: "Yup, almost three o'clock. THEN, the ghost of Christmas future will be here to
torture you some more. How's that sound?"
Piccolo just grumbled.
"Come on, you know you're starting to like Christmas, aren't you? Aren't you?!"
"*growl* I'm trying not to, but I'm getting this strange feeling all of a sudden. Thanks alot
you bakayarou!"
Hercule and Piccolo suddenly appeared in a graveyard near a church and the church bell began to
strike three.
Hercule looked at his watch again, "Whoops! Gotta fly or I'll be late. Can't be late, now can I?
NOOOOOOOOOOOo!!!! See ya, Pic-man!" he yelled and then climbed up on a chair and jumped up into
the air. He fell flat on his face.
"What the heck are you trying to do? Kill yourself?" Piccolo asked astonished.
"Nope, can't do that, I'm already dead. I'm trying to fly!"
"Geez, that'll never happen. You're too weak to fly."
"Guess I'll have to take a cab." Hercule said and then shrugged. He whistled and seconds later,
a cab with the name "Hercule's taxi company" on the side pulled up and he hopped in.
"BYE!!!" Hercule yelled. "AND DON'T FORGET THAT I KILLED CELL!"
With that he was gone.
"Wait a second.........he can't just leave me here in this graveyard!" Piccolo exclaimed and then
thought for a moment, "Oh, that's right. There's one more ghost that will visit me. Where is he?
He's already two mintues late."
Piccolo crossed his arms and leaned up against a large gravestone to wait for the final ghost.
All of a sudden a cloud of fog appeared and Piccolo was enveloped in it. Through the mist
Piccolo could make out a figure dressed in all black with a cloak covering his entire body.
The figure barely came up to Piccolo's shoulders.
"Well, let's get this over with." he sighed and walked up to the Ghost of Christmas future.
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CLIFFHANGER!!! Well, sort've. You know who it is, and you know the story. But I'm going to
need one more installment to finish this off. I hope you've enjoyed it so far. Let me
know what you think. I'll try to have it out SOON! Ja ne!
Written by: Jesscheaux
Disclaimer: I did not invent, nor do I own, DB/Z/GT or any of the characters.
I take no credit whatsoever for A Christmas Carol. It all belongs to Charles Dickens.
Author's Notes: Ok, I have decided to make a big change to my story. I'm changing
the part of the ghost of Christmas present from Ox King to: the one and only
HERCULE! That's right folks, THE MAN. THE ONE WHO KILLED CELL! YEAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Yeah right, he wishes..... Anyway, I thought it would make the story funnier.
So, read on!
_______________________________________________________________________________________
The night wore on and the grandfather clock in the old empty mansion stroke one.
*DONG*
Piccolo rolled over in his sleep, mumbling something. He then began to awake as he felt
the presence of a strange being enter his room.
He rubbed his eyes as he sat upright. All through his bed curtains, a light shone through.
Piccolo pulled them back and immediatley covered his eyes because of the brightness.
"What's going on!" he shouted.
The glowing being came into clearer view and revealed the first ghost. It looked uncannily
like a blue cat.
"Picccoooooloooooo....." chanted the ghost.
"Yeah, ok, you know my name. Now, what do you want?"
"Piccolo, I am the ghost of Christmast past." Puar told him.
"*yawn* Sure and I'm Bill Clinton." Piccolo retorted.
Puar squeaked loudly causing Piccolo to cover his ears. "I AM! And whether you like it or
not, I'm going to show you your Christmas past."
"Bah. Humbug. I don't care about Christmas. Especially not about my past."
"Take my hand and see for yourself." Puar insisted.
Piccolo looked at her and tilted his head. "What hand? All I see are paws."
"*sigh* Whatever! Anyway, take my 'paw' and I will show you the past."
Piccolo rolled his eyes. "Fine, let's get this over with."
He then took Puar's paw and they began to fly out of the window and into the distance.
Puar took them up above all of the town and then farhter out where a light shone.
They reached the light and touched down in a schoolyard.
"Does this look familiar to you, Piccolo?" Puar asked.
"It does!" he exclaimed rather bewildered. "This is where I went to school! And look, there
are all my schoolmates playing out in the yard."
"Yes, but where are you, Piccolo?"
"Look over there." He said, pointing to underneath a tree in the snowy yard. "That's me, meditating
under the tree."
"Why aren't you playing with the other children?"
"Because, I'm a freak. They don't like me and all I have is myself. I don't even have a father."
he murmured and looked down.
"Spirit, take me away from this place. I don't want to see anymore."
"Very well. We shall go a little bit further now."
They begin to glow and Puar transports them to a little shop in the middle of the city.
"Look." Puar said to Piccolo.
Piccolo walked up to the shop and read the sign. "Mr. Fizzywig's. AH! My first job! I used
to work here for Fizzywig when I was a young boy."
"Yes. Look inside, today is Christmas Eve."
Piccolo walked up to the window and rubbed the fog off of one of the panes. Inside, there
were lots of people, including the Fizzywigs and Kami Marley.
"There they are! And there's my old partner Kami!"
"And there you are, being shy and not talking to anybody."
"Hmmmph. I never know what to say."
A young girl then walks up to Piccolo and they begin to talk.
"Look." said Puar, "Do you recognize her?"
Piccolo's eyes widened as he saw the girl he was in love with so many years ago. "Jesscheaux?"
Piccolo then entered the room and watched himself and Jesscheaux as they used to be long ago.
"Hi, my name is Jesscheaux." the girl said.
The younger Piccolo looked at her bashfully and muttered. "I'm Piccolo."
"Well, hello Piccolo. It's nice to meet you! Would you care to dance?"
Younger Piccolo looked like he was about to refuse but then decided to dance with her.
Piccolo Scrooge turned away from the scene. "Spirit, I can take no more. Please let us leave
this place."
"But where shall we go? You said that you would always be together."
"I know." he said quietly.
Puar transported him to a place in the forest where Jesscheaux and his younger self were talking.
"Look. Look what has become of you and your greed."
"Piccolo?" asked Jesscheaux.
Younger Piccolo just grunted in answer.
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do." Younger Piccolo answers quietly and then takes her hand. "Why would you think
anything else?"
Jesscheaux hung her head. "Because, you're always working now. What about us? Are we ever going
to get married and start a family?"
Younger Piccolo became taken aback and withdrew his hand from Jesscheaux's grasp.
"Not yet. We have to wait until I've made enough Zeni."
Jesscheaux shook her head. "That's all you ever say, Piccolo. I can't wait that long. If you really
love me, then we'll be together now."
Younger Piccolo hung his head. "I can't right now. I told you in the future."
Jesscheaux began to quietly sob. "So, that's how it is? You love your money more than me.
Just know, that I will always save a place in my heart for you. Goodbye, Piccolo."
And with that, Jesscheaux walked out of his life forever. (well not really, but in this story she does
If you want to find out more about Jesscheaux
who she is and her relationship with Piccolo
read The Spectrum Revolution!)
The present Piccolo felt a hot tear begin to form in his eye as he looked away quickly.
"No.........Spirit! Get me out of here! I can't take this anymore!"
"But Piccolo," insisted Puar. "That is your past. You chose it."
"I know. And I was wrong. But what's done is done. Let us leave this place."
Puar bowed her head. "As you wish, Piccolo." And with a blinding flash of light
Piccolo was transported back to his bedroom.
"Leave me, Spirit, so I can be alone with these haunting thoughts."
"Very well. But the second spirit is yet to come. He shall be here at the stroke
of two. Be aware, he is alot more hyper and jolly than I am."
"Whatever." Piccolo said harshly and went back to his bead, pulling the curtains around it again.
*DONG DONG* The grandfather clock stroke two.
A yell was heard coming from inside Piccolo's room: "YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Piccolo bolted upright, getting ready to strangle this newcomer, ghost or no ghost.
He angrily ripped the bed-curtains open and opened his mouth to yell when he saw:
The ghost of Christmas present. He was a tall, (but not as tall as Piccolo) muscular
man, wearing a maroon fighting gi with a holly wreath in his strangely afro-like hair.
"Yo!" screamed the ghost. "You better come out here and get ready to know me better man!"
"I am out here you twit." Piccolo responded, "And who are you supposed to be?"
Hercule flashed his 100-watt grin and did a little twirl on his foot. "I AM THE MIGHTY HERCULE!
PROTECTOR OF THIS PLANET AND THE ONE WHO DEFEATED CELL!" Hercule yelled out triumphantly.
"Ummmm, you're supposed to be a ghost or something." Piccolo said aggravatedly.
Hercule looked stumped for a moment and then snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah! I'm that too.
But a very powerful ghost, mind you."
"Whatever."
"And I'm here to show you some fun, Piccolo! YEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Let's get this party started!"
"Great, I just can't wait." Piccolo said sarcastically and rolled his eyes.
"Come on!" Hercule cried and grabbed his hand. They were instantly transported to outside in
the city where Christmas was going in full swing.
"Merry Christmas, everybody! YEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Hercule shouted at the town and did a bunch of
his punching and kicking moves. A group of little kids ran up and asked for his autograph.
Hercule obliged and signed all the autographs. He patted the last kid on the head as he handed
him back a piece of paper that read:
To my weak little buddy who will never grow up to be as strong as me, but that's ok
because no one needs anybody stronger when you've got me around-- Hercule, the ghost of Christmas present.
After he finished signing he looked at Piccolo and said: "Look around you, man. It's Christmas Day!"
Piccolo crossed his arms and spit on the ground. "And I care why?"
Hercule tilted his head and thought for a moment. "Everyone is happy around Christmas. It's a time for
love, sharing, and family."
"Hummph. Things I've never had, nor been good at." Piccolo retorted icily.
"Well, that's not true. You have your Nephew, Dende. Why don't we go see what he's up to?"
Piccolo sighed and looked away. "Sure, it's not like I have anything better to do."
In a flash, he and Hercule were transported to Dende's place where he and Mr. Popo were having
their party. Also there, was Krillin, #18, Marron, and Master Roshi.
Master Roshi was looking at some of his magazines with girls wearing Santa suits in them.
"Hee hee! Krillin, look at this one!" Roshi exclaimed.
Krillin sighed and said: "No thanks, man. Why don't you have some egg nog?"
"Don't mind if I do." he answered and took the glass Krillin handed him.
Dende entered the room just then: "Water for everybody!!!!!! Bring in on out, Mr. Popo."
Dende was attired in a festive holiday suit, complete with a sprig of holly.
Piccolo glared at his newphew from the corner he was standing in. "That baka. He looks ridiculous
with that outfit on, although it is a change from the usual dress he wears. I'd like to take that
sprig of holly and shove it through his heart....."
"Now now! He's your only living relative!" Hercule protested and clapped Piccolo on the back
heartily. "Watch, and let's see what happens."
Everyone drank a bottle of the special water and Dende decided they should play a little
game. "Anyone up for a game?"
"Sure!" Krillin chimed in. "What're we going to play?"
Dende thought for a moment and snapped his fingers: "I know! Charades! I'll go first."
Dende then put a huge frown on his face, pulled himself up to his full height and crossed
his arms. He then frowned deeper and looked away.
Master Roshi and Krillin started yelling out guesses: "Uh, is it a policeman? NO! I got it
a hardened criminal? Nah, it must be a tree? I dunno, Dende who is it?"
Dende broke into a huge smile and said: "My Uncle Piccolo!!!"
A look of understanding dawned on their faces. "Yeah!!!" Krillin exclaimed. "He's always frowning like that."
"Yeah," Master Roshi agreed, "That guy needs to loosen up and get a life. He's just terrible and greedy too."
#18 said: "That green monster is despicable, Dende. I can't believe you're related to him. I want nothing to
do with that old miser."
Piccolo was stunned at their words. "Spirit, do they really think of me like that?"
Hercule grinned, "Well ya saw it for yourself! Let's go someplace else and see Christmas, YEAAAAAHHHH!"
Hercule said cornily and they transported to a shabbier part of the town.
"What are we doing here?" Piccolo asked as he saw their surroundings.
Hercule pointed to a small house. "Look, this is Goku Crachit's house. Inside they're preparing for
Christmas dinner."
Piccolo and Hercule stood by the window and watched as Mrs. Crachit and her older son finished cooking.
"Now, Gohan. Keep turning the goose over the fire, or it'll never be done in time." Chi-chi instructed.
"Yes, mom." answered Gohan and resumed his task.
"We have to be ready for when your father and Tiny Goten get home."
Just then, the door opened and in strode Goku with Tiny Goten on his shoulders.
"Dad!" exclaimed Gohan and he ran to hug him.
"Hiya, son! Hi Chi-chi!" he greeted his family and gave Chi-chi a kiss.
"Daddy!" exclaimed Tiny Goten, "The church service was great, I especially like the part
where they sang: "hark the herald angels sing, glory to the new born king *cough cough cough*"
The youngster began to cough violently.
"Oh no! Son, you have to calm down." said Chi-chi and Goku put him down. "Here. Sit down in your
chair."
Tiny Goten used a small crutch and limped up to the table painstakingly. His brother then helped him
sit down and Chi-chi finished setting the table and Gohan put the goose out on it.
"They don't have much to eat." Piccolo observed.
"Yeah, they can't afford any more than that. Not on the salary that you pay him." Hercule answered.
The Crachit family began to eat and laugh and talk about the day's events.
"I propose a toast to Mr. Piccolo Scrooge," said Goku happily, "To the founder of the feast!"
"Hmmph! That old miser is greedy and I'd like to give him a piece of my mind. Founder of the feast
indeed." Chi-chi complained.
"Mommy," spoke up Tiny Goten, "It's true. It's all thanks to Mr. Piccolo that we're having a wonderful
Christmas. Daddy's right."
The look on Chi-chi's face softened. "Allright, to Mr. Piccolo." she said and they toasted each other.
Outside, a small smile began to creep onto Piccolo's face. "Such a wonderful family." he murmured.
Tiny Goten began to cough again and Piccolo's face darkened. "Tell me, what of the boy? Will he
live?"
"*clears throat* Well, that's the ghost of Christmas future's realm, but I guess I could give you a hint.
I see an empty chair and a crutch with no owner." Hercule said sadly.
Piccolo's face took on a look of despair. "No, not him. I've got to be able to change it."
"Well come on, man! My time is almost up. I've got a training session scheduled." Hercule then looked
at his watch: "Yup, almost three o'clock. THEN, the ghost of Christmas future will be here to
torture you some more. How's that sound?"
Piccolo just grumbled.
"Come on, you know you're starting to like Christmas, aren't you? Aren't you?!"
"*growl* I'm trying not to, but I'm getting this strange feeling all of a sudden. Thanks alot
you bakayarou!"
Hercule and Piccolo suddenly appeared in a graveyard near a church and the church bell began to
strike three.
Hercule looked at his watch again, "Whoops! Gotta fly or I'll be late. Can't be late, now can I?
NOOOOOOOOOOOo!!!! See ya, Pic-man!" he yelled and then climbed up on a chair and jumped up into
the air. He fell flat on his face.
"What the heck are you trying to do? Kill yourself?" Piccolo asked astonished.
"Nope, can't do that, I'm already dead. I'm trying to fly!"
"Geez, that'll never happen. You're too weak to fly."
"Guess I'll have to take a cab." Hercule said and then shrugged. He whistled and seconds later,
a cab with the name "Hercule's taxi company" on the side pulled up and he hopped in.
"BYE!!!" Hercule yelled. "AND DON'T FORGET THAT I KILLED CELL!"
With that he was gone.
"Wait a second.........he can't just leave me here in this graveyard!" Piccolo exclaimed and then
thought for a moment, "Oh, that's right. There's one more ghost that will visit me. Where is he?
He's already two mintues late."
Piccolo crossed his arms and leaned up against a large gravestone to wait for the final ghost.
All of a sudden a cloud of fog appeared and Piccolo was enveloped in it. Through the mist
Piccolo could make out a figure dressed in all black with a cloak covering his entire body.
The figure barely came up to Piccolo's shoulders.
"Well, let's get this over with." he sighed and walked up to the Ghost of Christmas future.
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CLIFFHANGER!!! Well, sort've. You know who it is, and you know the story. But I'm going to
need one more installment to finish this off. I hope you've enjoyed it so far. Let me
know what you think. I'll try to have it out SOON! Ja ne!
