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 Charles Dicken's "A Christmas Carol".

Author's notes: Ah, the Krillin and 18 as Mr. and Mrs. Fizzywig thing
just didn't work out :( Oh well, I thought it was better the way it
turned out. This chap will have Veggie in it! *all Vegeta fans cheer*
Yeah, I'm a Vegeta fan myself. I hope I don't make him too OOC, I just
want it to be funny. Enjoy the final chapter and thanks for reading!
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*DONG* The final ring of the church bell tolled. It was 3 'o clock.

The black-cloaked spirit remained in it's position, several feet from
Piccolo. His arms were folded and his posture was very straight as though
he were royalty.

Piccolo was getting rather annoyed that this new spirit hadn't talked to him,
so he decided to say something: "Spirit, speak to me. What are you going to
show me?"

The stranger still said nothing.

Piccolo walked several feet closer and got up in his face.

"Listen here, you're not going to waste MY time. Now, talk to me!"

A low growl emitted from the black cloak. "FINE!" a familiar voice yelled.
The spirit ripped the hood off of his head to reveal his tall, spiky hair, and
scowling face.
"I hated this stupid thing anyway! It's much more fun to be visible so people
can bow to the Prince when they see me!" Vegeta exclaimed.

Piccolo rolled his eyes, "Oh great, a cocky spirit. So, tell me what kind of
torture do you have planned?"

Vegeta pointed towards the grave-stones. "I challenge you to a fight, Namek.
Right here, right now!" Vegeta yelled and began to take off the cloak.

Hercule's disembodied head then appeared as a type of hologram before him.
"Veg-man!"

The Prince of Saiyans snarled, "I told you not to call me that, baka."

"Whatever. There will be no fighting in this fic, ya hear me?" Hercule demanded.
"You need to help Piccolo change the future and show him some cool stuff, ok?"

"*snarl* If I must. But I'm going to take my sweet time and torture him a bit."

"Fine with me!" Hercule said and then screamed: "YEAAAAAAHH!!!!!! Well, gotta go,
you guys have fun!"

Piccolo rolled his eyes for the bazillionth time that night. "These spirts are
complete idiots." He thought to himself.

"What was that, Namek?" demanded the black-clothed Vegeta.

"Er, nothing. Proceed with the 'torture' spirit." he answered demi-sarcastically.

"Fine. Now see that grave-stone over there?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, let's find out more about the man who now lies there."

"Why? This is pointless, Spirit."

"Would you just shut up and do as I say, low class Namek! I'm the Spirit here, not you!"

"Whatever. Just get on with it!"

"Ok, good." Vegeta sneered and snapped his fingers. He and Piccolo were transported to a
grungy city street. Three people holding bundles walked inside a dingy building with
a sign that read: Pawn shop.

"Hey Yamcha!" spoke the first person, who just happened to be a blue-haired blue-eyed
woman.

"Yo, Bulma!" answered the owner of the shop. "What have you got for me today?"

Vegeta growled as he saw them talking, "I thought I told her to stay away from
that buffoon....."

"Check it out!" she squealed, "I got his boots!"

"Huh, very nice." Yamcha said as he looked over the near-new pair of soft brown
shoes. "They don't make'em like this anymore.

"Yamcha." Spoke up the second figure, who had lavender colored hair *Trunks fans all scream and faint*
"I got his bed-sheets!"

Yamcha held them up and noticed: "Hey! These are still warm! I've got to pay you extra for this one, Trunks."

"Thanks, I'm trying to build a time machine and that money will come in handy for parts." (sorry, couldn't resist)

"Still warm, huh?" spoke up the third figure who was a small woman with short black hair and piercing
purpleish-blue eyes. "Bet that's the only warmth he ever had!" Videl said sardonically and tossed her head
with an arrogant sniff.

"Yeah, glad he's finally gone." Yamcha agreed. "I heard no one attended his funeral, and I don't blame
them. What a loser the guy was!"

"And talk about stone cold!" Bulma exclaimed, "He was always frowning down at me. Or maybe that was
Vegeta..........

Vegeta muttered to himself at that comment and folded his arms. "Stupid woman....."

"So, how much money are you going to give us for these?" Videl asked as she showed him her prize also,
his walking stick. "This is made in the traditional japanese style."

Yamcha thought for a moment and began doling out money. He gave Bulma 100 zeni for the bed sheets.
(look, I don't know how much a zeni is so I'm just estimating)

Vegeta smacked his forehead, "Stupid woman! She could get more for those!"

"Spirit," began Piccolo, "Who are these people talking about? Who is this wretched being that is so
hated?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Vegeta taunted him with a smirk.

A thought hit Piccolo and he gasped "I see, I think that this is what could happen to me. But I can change
it can't I?"

"Maybe."

"Some Spirit you are."

Vegeta just rolled his eyes. "I have no time for these foolish games. Let's get this over with."
He snapped his fingers again and they were back in the graveyard.

"Go, Namek." he said and pointed at a gravestone that was overgrown with weeds and not taken care of.
The stone was frosted over with ice that covered the name and the stone itself was askew.

"What?"

"I said, go! And look at the gravestone. There you will see the name of the 'man' who's fate you
have witnessed today."

Piccolo frowned, but had to know who it was. He cautiously made his way over to the stone and
bent down beside it. He looked at Vegeta who only glared at him and gestured for him to look
at the name.

Slowly, Piccolo brushed the ice away from the stone, to reveal the name: Piccolo Scrooge.

He gasped and clutched at his heart, almost falling backwards. "No. Spirit it can't be true."

"Oh but it is!" Vegeta said gleefully.

"No! This can be changed! I can be a better person. I'll celebrate Christmas........a little."

He ran up to Vegeta and picked him up by the scruff of his coat. "Tell me now! Tell me that I can do
change this."

Vegeta just laughed and then Piccolo's vision became blurry and he felt himself free-falling.
Vegeta disappeared and Piccolo awoke with a start. He looked around him and realized that he
was in his own room again.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "WAIT! It's morning! What day is it, what day?" he ran to the nearest
window and threw open the shutters. He looked down into the street and saw a young boy with purple
skin and a white mohawk walking down the snowy street.

"Hey YOU!" he yelled at Supreme Kai, "Yeah you, tell me what day is it?"

"Why Piccolo, it's Christmas Day!"

Piccolo cocked his head. "How did you know my name.........oh nevermind! I'm just glad I didn't miss it!
The Spirits did it all in one night!"

Supreme Kai just smiled up at him.

"Boy, do you know the prized turkey in the shop around the corner?"

"The one twice my size?"

"Yes that one! Have they sold it yet?"

"No, not yet."

"Here!" he said throwing down a bag of zeni, "Go and buy it for me and keep the change!"

"Thank you, Piccolo!" Supreme Kai answered and flashed a smile at him.


Piccolo put on his favorite gi, cape and turban, and headed out on that glorious Christmas day.
He would've whistled to himself, but since it would terrorize his hearing, decided not to.

Tien and Chaoutzu were standing on a nearby corner and still begging for money.

"Money for the poor, gov'ner?" Tien asked in a fake British accent to the short, fat man
that just walked by.

"Tien!" Chaoutzu whined, "That man was not a 'gov'ner' and you're NOT British you hypocrite!"

"Well, excuse me for living, weakling." Tien retorted.

Chaoutzu glared at him and the two clenched their fists and were about to lunge at each other
when Piccolo walked up:

"Merry Christmas!" he exclaimed.

"Mr. Piccolo?" Chaoutz asked amazedly.

"Um *gulp* What are you doing here?" Tien asked.

"Well, I just came to make that donation I promised."

"But you didn't pro--" Chaoutzu was cut off by Tien's hand clamping over his mouth.

"How much did you want to donate?" asked Tien.

"Put me down for-" and Piccolo leaned down and whispered the amount to Tien who almost
fainted when he heard he.

"So many zeni, so many zeni......." he said dazedly.

Chaoutzu grinned "Thank you, Mr. Piccolo."

"No problem, kid. It's about time I share all my money with those who need it." he answered
and patted his head. "Have a Merry Christmas!" he shouted and took off towards his next destination.


*knock knock* The door opened a moment later and Mr. Popo was standing there staring at the visitor.

"Mr. Piccolo! Please come in." he said hospitably.

"Thanks, and you have a Merry Christmas." Piccolo answered.

Dende was setting up the finishing touches for his party when Piccolo came in. Piccolo grunted
and Dende turned his head at the noise.

"UNCLE PICCOLO!!!! I knew you'd come!" he said and ran up to hug him.

"Hey, kid. Merry Christmas." Piccolo said quietly as he patted him on the back.

"I'm so glad you're here."

Piccolo stayed there for a little while and then was off for his final destination, bringing Dende and company
with him.

They met up with the Supreme Kai and they went Goku Crachit's house with the turkey.
Along the way, they were joined by Yamcha, Bulma, Trunks and Videl.

Piccolo had them all hide around the corner and he knocked on Goku's door.

Goku came to the door promptly and when he opened it Piccolo reprimanded him:

"Ah Crachit, I see you're late for work again. I told you to be there at 8 'o clock sharp."

Goku looked crestfallen, "But you said I could have the day off......"

"Oh I did, did I?"

Chi-chi came up with a frying pan in one hand, "Let me at him, Goku. I'll take that monster out!"
Goku held her back and started to explain himself.

"I'm sorry Mr. Piccolo but....."

"But nothing! I'm just going to have to raise your salary is all." He said merrily and shrugged.

Goku's mouth dropped open. "R-r-raise my salary?"

"Yes, Goku, raise your salary! Merry Christmas, my friend." and with that the entire gang came
into the Crachit home and they all had a wonderful feast of the prized turkey.

Piccolo was actually happy and he played with Tiny Goten and Gohan and vowed that he would
train them.

For many years after that, it was said that if any 'man' knew how to keep Christmas it was
Piccolo Scrooge. He became a second father to Tiny Goten and Gohan and everyone was happy.

"God bless us, every one." Tiny Goten, who did not die, said as everybody was gathered around
at the table.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!" the entire gang chorused and then erupted into joyous laughter. Yes, even
Piccolo.
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There you have it folks! A DBZ Christmas Carol. Sorry this chap took longer to get out than the others.
I hope you enjoyed it! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everybody! Thanks for reading, just
let me know what you thought. Ja ne!