The Night Before Christmas (DBZ Style)
1 T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the capsule
Not a bald monk was stirring, not even Krillin;
The dragonballs were stashed by the fireplace with care,
In hopes that the Eternal Dragon soon would be there;
The young Saiyans were training, all hard in their gis,
While visions of becoming Super-Saiyan danced in their heads;
And Bulma in her bitch mode, and I in my cap,
Had just settle down for a long Winter's fight,
When out in the front there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from Bulma's throat to see what was the matter.
Away to the front, I literally flew like a flash,
Busted down the shutters, and ripped apart the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Turned me into a giant ape, to destroy things below,
When what to my wandering power levels should appear,
But a miniature man, and eight tiny green beans,
With a little old cat, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Korin.
More rapid than eagles his minions they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Frieza! Now, Cell! Now, King Cold and 17!
On, Radditz! On, Buu! On, Babadi and Shuu!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now kill away! Kill away! Kill away all!"
As dry as leaves the before the wild ki blast fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, blow it to the sky,
So up to the housetop the minions they flew,
With the bag full of beans, and Yadjarobi too.
And then, in an explosion, I heard on the roof
The blasting and killing of each little doof.
As I drew in my blast, and was turning Super Saiyan,
Down the chimney Korin came with a bound.
He was dressed in all fur, from his head to his paw,
And his bag of Sensu was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A sack of beans, he had gripped in his hand,
And he looked like a tiger, just opening his mands.
His eyes – how they flamed! His dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like infernos, his nose like a cherry!
His dull little mouth was drawn up like a crow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The branch of a staff he held tight in his hand,
And the smoke from the blast that encircled his head like a clan;
He had a broad face, and a little round belly,
That shook when he smirked, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right sour old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A glare of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know, I had everything to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And killed all the minions, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his hand aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney, it rose;
The blast incinerated his sleigh, to his team gave a bristle,
And away they all flew, like the drop of a thistle.
But I heard them exclaim, ere they were blasted out of sight,
"We're not done with you all, so for now have a good night!"
1 T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the capsule
Not a bald monk was stirring, not even Krillin;
The dragonballs were stashed by the fireplace with care,
In hopes that the Eternal Dragon soon would be there;
The young Saiyans were training, all hard in their gis,
While visions of becoming Super-Saiyan danced in their heads;
And Bulma in her bitch mode, and I in my cap,
Had just settle down for a long Winter's fight,
When out in the front there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from Bulma's throat to see what was the matter.
Away to the front, I literally flew like a flash,
Busted down the shutters, and ripped apart the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Turned me into a giant ape, to destroy things below,
When what to my wandering power levels should appear,
But a miniature man, and eight tiny green beans,
With a little old cat, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Korin.
More rapid than eagles his minions they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Frieza! Now, Cell! Now, King Cold and 17!
On, Radditz! On, Buu! On, Babadi and Shuu!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now kill away! Kill away! Kill away all!"
As dry as leaves the before the wild ki blast fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, blow it to the sky,
So up to the housetop the minions they flew,
With the bag full of beans, and Yadjarobi too.
And then, in an explosion, I heard on the roof
The blasting and killing of each little doof.
As I drew in my blast, and was turning Super Saiyan,
Down the chimney Korin came with a bound.
He was dressed in all fur, from his head to his paw,
And his bag of Sensu was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A sack of beans, he had gripped in his hand,
And he looked like a tiger, just opening his mands.
His eyes – how they flamed! His dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like infernos, his nose like a cherry!
His dull little mouth was drawn up like a crow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The branch of a staff he held tight in his hand,
And the smoke from the blast that encircled his head like a clan;
He had a broad face, and a little round belly,
That shook when he smirked, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right sour old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A glare of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know, I had everything to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And killed all the minions, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his hand aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney, it rose;
The blast incinerated his sleigh, to his team gave a bristle,
And away they all flew, like the drop of a thistle.
But I heard them exclaim, ere they were blasted out of sight,
"We're not done with you all, so for now have a good night!"