Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own DBZ.
A/N: Here's Chapter Dos of my story about Vegeta and the meaning of Christmas. Yes, it will get even more tacky as time goes on.
Chapter 2: Follow That Star!
Navida halted and stared down at a time portal. This was the stop she was looking for: Israel, 5 BC. Vegeta was just glad that she had stopped rapping.
"We're here!" she cheerfully cried. "Everyone off!" She then dropped Vegeta.
"Why meeeeeeeeee?!" he cried, falling through the portal. Navida dove in after him.
Vegeta hit the ground with a thump. He got up slowly, watching Navida land daintily on her feet.
"Show-off," he muttered, looking around. He had no idea where they were. All that he knew was that they were in the past in a desert at night.
"Navida, where are we?" he asked.
"Israel in 5 BC," she replied. "Or Judea, as it was, I mean is, called. We're just outside Bethlehem."
"Good," said Vegeta. "That trip made me hungry. Let's go." He started walking off, but Navida yanked him backwards.
"You can't go into town looking out of the time period!" she cried. "You've got to get in the style of 5 BC. I can help you. First, the clothes." She snapped her fingers, and Vegeta's armor changed into sheperd's robes. "Next, your hair."
"What's wrong with my hair?!" he demanded, quickly combing his fingers through it.
"It's completely out of context for this time period," she replied, snapping her fingers. His hair went limp, falling on his shoulders. "That's better." She showed him what he looked like in her mirror.
"What did you do to my hair?!?!" he screamed. His spikes, his wonderful spikes, were no more. He had that after-shower hairstyle, which he hated with a passion. She snatched the mirror back from him.
"It looks more natural this way!" she replied. "Plus it makes you look really cute." He grimaced. "Anyway, back to your make-over. You need a shepherd's crook." She snapped her fingers, and a shepherd's crook appeared in Vegeta's hand.
"What am I supposed to use this for?" He motioned to the crook.
"For herding sheep, silly!" she replied. "Speaking of which, you need sheep." She snapped her fingers once more, and a whole flock of sheep surrounded Vegeta.
"I hate sheep," he grumbled as the sheep bleated.
"Now, you need a name." She paced, thinking. "Name, name, name, name… I've got it!" She rushed over to Vegeta. "You shall be Jonathan ben Eliezer from the tribe of Levi!"
"Could you simplify that, please?" He blinked in confusion.
"Your name is Jonathan."
"Oh."
"Now I need to get in costume." Navida snapped her fingers one last time, and disappeared in a puff of smoke. When the smoke cleared, a puffy white sheep was standing in her place. "Baa!"
"Navida?! Is that you?!" Vegeta asked, bending down to the sheep's eye level.
"Of course it is, you dope!" the sheep snapped. "I don't want people knowing about me, so I turned myself into a sheep. This way I can instruct you while keeping a low profile."
"Why would it matter?" he asked.
"If they saw you talking to the air, they would know about me. If the Rooomans found out about Jonathan the Angel's Messengerrr, they would kiiill you on the spooot. All they will heeeear is me bleeeeating. Isn't that cooool?"
"Oh, great. Now I'm Jonathan the Sheep Whisperer."
"I could have made you a giiirl, you know. Also, noooo going super saiyan."
"All right," he sighed. "Now where do we go?"
"Just follow the yellow brick roooad, Dorothyyy!"
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"Look uuup," she replied, motioning to the sky with her head. "Do you see that staaar up there, the one that's moooving rapidly across the skyyyyy?"
"Yes," he said, following the star with his eyes.
"Then just follow that staaar! It'll lead yooou and the floooock straight to Bethleheeeem."
"Are you sure about this?" He clutched the crook.
"Of cooourse I'm suuure! Now… follow that staaaar!"
Vegeta raced after the star to Bethlehem, the flock of sheep following him.
"Huuurry, Vegeeeta! If you dooon't get to Bethleheeem before the staar doees, then we'll be stuck in Judeaa for another thirty-three yeeears!"
"WHAT?!?!" Vegeta kicked into high gear, mumbling to himself. "I had the feeling that I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning. I was right."
A/N: "Ben" means "son of" in Hebrew, so Jonathan ben Eliezer means Jonathan son of Eliezer. This was the way people denoted their heritage in Judea. (I took Jewish Studies in grade school. @.@)