Chapter 14
AUTHOR'S NOTE-my Microsoft Word is screwing up pretty badly, so I will not have spell check for a while. My spelling and grammar may get temporarily bad, but don't worry.
Vegeta was standing on the ladder, whistling a little tune called 'White Christmas'. It was very cold out here, on the very high roof of Capsule Corp. They expected large flurries of snow later on, if it didn't get too cold for snow.
Vegeta zipped his jacket the rest of the way up and stopped whistling. He frowned. All of his Christmas lights, which he was trying to put up in time for Christmas, had just gone out.
"Well, f*ck a duck." Vegeta cursed, and unscrewed the bulb he had just applied. He picked another green one out of the box and screwed it on. The lights blinked on and off, but they were the kind that were supposed to. "Yay!" Vegeta said. "Now I can go in the house and maybe when Bulma is done weeding her garden, she'll make me some hot cocoa!" He started scooting backwards to put his feet on the ladder. But when his feet hit the ladder, the ladder began to wobble back and forth. "Oh, no." Vegeta said. "Not thi-" The ladder wobbled and caused Vegeta's feet to wrench sharply to the side, so Vegeta tumbled off the roof. He rolled in the air about 1-½ times, and then he hit the ground on his back. Trunks was squatting beside the flower garden and yanking weeds out of it. When Vegeta hit the ground, he became alarmed.
"Dad! What are you doing?" He screamed, and ran over. "Are you okay?" Vegeta could only stare in amazement at his son. "It's 40 degrees out here!" He shouted. "Go put a shirt on!" Trunks looked at himself. "But I do have a shirt on." He said. "Maybe your delusional. Let's take you inside so mom can give you some smelly salts." He grabbed his father underneath the armpits. Vegeta weighed 10 pounds more then Trunks, but it was still an easy load to carry.
"Let me go!" Vegeta yelled, and he started squirming. He got up and dusted himself off. "I'm fine! Look at this house, how beautiful it is!" Trunks glanced at the house. There were lights everywhere you looked, and wreaths, and decorations-Vegeta always tried to make their house look better than all the other neighbors' put together. And it usually did. "Wow. You did a great job, dad." He wiped his muddy hands on his black sweatpants. Vegeta thought Trunks looked very funny in a sweatsuit, but I think it would look cute.
"Why are you doing that?" Vegeta asked. "It's Bulma's garden. I thought you were in the GR." Trunks shrugged. "I was, but I needed an extra 20 bucks." He went back over to the garden, and Vegeta went into the house.
Vegeta went into the house, to a boring scene. Rehmon and Bra were sitting beside each other on the couch with their baby in between them, watching some stupid Christmas special. The baby cooed when it saw Vegeta. It was only 3 months old, but it could already hold its head up very well and sit up if it was propped up. Landon still couldn't hold his own bottle, but he sure did love his pacifier. "Hello." Vegeta said to Landon. He waved to him.
"What happened to you?" Bulma asked, running out and brushing the dry grass off Vegeta. By the smell of it, the rolls for tomorrow night's Christmas dinner were in the oven. "I just fell off the roof, is all." Vegeta said. "No major harm done." He kissed his wife. "How about some hot chocolate? Not too many marshmallows and go easy on the milk." Bulma groaned and waltzed into the kitchen, but Vegeta followed her.
"I don't know why you always tell me what to put in the hot chocolate." Bulma said. "I already know." Vegeta shrugged. "You can't be too careful." He jammed a finger into a pumpkin pie and got a spicy, sweet taste. It was very good. "Get your fingers out of the cake, Mr." Bulma said. Vegeta didn't listen to her, though. He stuck his finger is Boston cream Pie, Cheesecake, pecan, apple and Cherrie pies, and a chocolate cake. He liked to sample them ahead of time. Bulma just thought she would give up on telling him to stop.
"Who's coming here tomorrow?" Vegeta asked. "Oh, everyone." Bulma said. "It's a very special day." Vegeta nodded. He had been on earth a very long time, but still didn't quite understand the concept of Christmas. The only thing he knew was that there was lots of food, talking, people, and he and Bulma usually had sex every Christmas. Oh and there were presents. Lots of them.
"This Christmas has to be good because This is Landon's 1st one and Rehmon's 1st one he's celebrated on Earth." Bulma said. "He doesn't understand it. Just like you were at first." Vegeta sampled a pea. "I don't really understand it now." Bulma shrugged. "Well then I don't know how else to explain it, dear. Just try to cope with Goku, please?" Vegeta nodded that he would try, even though he didn't approve of being called 'dear'.
"Pick up the D@mn phone!" Bra gasped to Trunks. He was lying on the couch with a beer. He didn't normally drink, but he was in a lot of stress with college. "No." He said. "Mother, you get it. You're right in the kitchen." They heard Bulma sigh from the kitchen and pick it up.
"It's for Trunks!" She said, and held the phone out the doorway. Trunks ran up and snatched it, and began talking to Marron. Rehmon felt the pang of jealousy again. Why did Marron have to like Trunks? Why? And now, tomorrow, he would have to watch Trunks and Marron make out all over the place. It was torture. "I want some cake!" They heard Vegeta from the kitchen. Bulma asked him to please wait, and they heard Vegeta whine.
Landon was stirring in his sleep. "Keep it down, Trunks." Rehmon said. Trunks groaned and talked quieter. Rehmon continued watching, 'Olive, the other reindeer'. It was very, very stupid, but mildly entertaining. Vegeta was now sitting under the tree. He was counting his presents, shaking them, and examining he curly shiny ribbons on each of them. Rehmon laughed suddenly. He had gotten Vegeta the biggest joke gift ever. Vegeta would stare at it goggle-eyed, and maybe even scream. Rehmon couldn't wait to give it to him on Christmas day, tomorrow.
Bra was starting to be a little mean to Rehmon lately, and Rehmon was worried she expected him to propose. He wasn't sure that he was going to, or when. He was still in debate about his feelings. He TOLD her he loved her all the time now, but he didn't know if he meant it. Probley, he just said it to shut her quacking tongue, which Rehmon wanted to rip out sometimes.
"Hell, yes!" Trunks shouted into the phone amidst the silence. Bra stood up and stomped her stripper-like red boot. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She shouted, and ripped the phone away from Trunks. She threw it against the wall. "Hey!" Trunks said. He ran over to the other side of the room and picked up the phone. He listened into it, but all he got was an empty dial tone. "Thanks a lot, sis!" Trunks said. "We were making plans!" He tossed the phone at Bra, but she caught it. "Any time." She sneered. "You guys shut up and stop fighting!!" Vegeta said. "I can't hear inside my presents when I shake them with you two yelling!" He picked up his present and shook it for all it was worth. He heard a small, dainty tinkle. "Uh oh." He said. "I think maybe I just broke something." Then he tossed the present back under the tree and sat down on the couch next to Trunks. Everybody wanted to sit next to Trunks.
"I feel sad." Trunks said in a therapy fashion. "Bra took the phone away from me when I was talking to Marron. I feel sad." Vegeta felt sad, too. He didn't want all those people to be at his house the next day, but he couldn't help it.
"Hello, Piccolo!" Bulma gushed at their 1st guest on Christmas. He kind of grunted. "Your skin is looking so.Green." Bulma said. Piccolo didn't exactly find this a complement. "Hello Vegeta. Trunks. Rehmon, Bra." Piccolo grunted. He sat down on the loveseat next to Trunks. Piccolo eyed the baby. "How's the kid?" He asked. Landon stared at Piccolo and sucked on his binky. "I want to open my presents." Trunks said. He seemed very interested in his belly button. "Not until everyone gets here!" Bulma said. "Be polite, son!" Vegeta was watching the television. Bulma went and sat down by him. They all stared at Piccolo and he stared back.
"So.how's everyone?" Piccolo asked. Nobody said anything. "Do you miss Namek, Rehmon?" Rehmon didn't like talking about his days in green face paint, but to a Namek, it was okay. "No, not really. Earth really beats it by a long shot." Vegeta made a somewhat offensive noise. "Any planet would beat Earth, silly." He said. Bulma slapped him. "See? This is what I hate about you sitting by me!" Vegeta said. "Your hitting me and your awful perfume!"
Bulma whacked him again. "Where's the love?" Vegeta said. "This is supposed to be Christmas here, and as I understand you earthlings are supposed to be in high spirits on this day." Bulma stopped whacking him. "Vegeta, honey, why don't you go check on the roast in the kitchen while we wait for the other guests?" Vegeta sighed, but sometimes things like this made her happy, and she was happy at him and cuddly for the rest of the day, so he decided to go.
"Hey!" Trunks said. "I thought I just heard someone knock on the door." Bulma jumped up. "I did, too, but I wasn't sure."
Everyone was sitting up in his or her chairs to see who arrived except for Piccolo, who didn't care. Trunks was hoping it was Marron or Goten. Bra was hoping it was Marron too, and Rehmon was hoping it was Yamcha, because they liked to talk. They heard from the door: "Oh, hello Gohan and Videl and Pan! Come right in!" Trunks groaned. "Be polite!" Bulma snapped at him. "Your 23 D*mn years old!" Trunks sat back on the couch. "Hey guys." He said. Pan stomped one of her sneakered feet. "I want to open my presents NOW!" She said. Bulma laughed, but you could tell Gohan and Videl were embarrassed.
"Can we see the baby?" Gohan asked. "Sure." Bra said. "He's over there with his daddy." Videl and Rehmon were talking, and playing with Landon. Landon couldn't roll yet, so he just lay on his stomach in the floor and played with toys. Some of his toys lit up, and some of them blinked. "Hello, Rehmon." Gohan said. "How's it hanging?" Rehmon smirked up at him, despite his headache and dry mouth. "Oh, fine." Rehmon said. "You know how it is to be a new dad."
"I want cake! I want presents!" Pan screamed. "Not now, dear!" Bulma said. "Wait for Vegeta to come back and tell me what the turkey's doing! Then maybe you can have a little sample of pie before the other's get here." Bulma was trying to make everyone happy. "Not a sample! I want a cake now!" Pan whined. "Shut the hell up, you brat!" Trunks roared at Pan. "You bellow worse than a beluga whale!" He threw a ball of candy paper across the room. Pan stuck her tongue out at Trunks.
"I'll get Pan some cake." Bulma said. "Trunks, answer the door if anyone comes." Trunks nodded. He was playing with his belly button again. Bulma walked into the kitchen, whistling a tune. She was headed toward the refrigerator for pie. "I wouldn't go In there." She heard from the corner. Bulma whirled around and saw Vegeta was standing in the corner. "Honey, what are you doing in the corner?" She asked Vegeta. "How was the turkey?" Vegeta's eyes got wide. "Oh, turkey? I guess there was a turkey, wasn't there?" He opened the oven.
"It looks fine." Vegeta said. Then he shut the oven with a slam. "Just don't open the fridge. K?" Bulma shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Sometimes I wonder about you." She said, and opened it. What she saw surprised her.
"YOU ATE ALL THIS CAKE TOO?" She stared at Vegeta. Her eyes were red- rimmed and bloodshot; her cheeks red. "It's a complement!" Vegeta offered. "Your cakes are so good, that it's really easy to become absorbed in tasting them-"
"YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE TRYING THE CAKES!" Bulma said. She threw a fork at Vegeta. "It's Christmas-and there are no cakes!" She began ripping at her hair. "Sorry." Vegeta said.
The doorbell rang. "Somebody's here!" Bulma said. She started to run out. "Oh, wait, I told Trunks to get the door." She heard him scrambling for it, and a little later she heard Krillin, 18 and Marron come in. Trunks was chattering at Marron, it sounded like. "Vegeta, come on. We'll tell everyone what you've done." Vegeta jerked away from her. "I can do that without you holding on to me like a dog, you know."
"So I ate all the cakes, and there won't be any for Christmas." Vegeta scratched the back of his head. "No cakes?" Trunks asked. "That's not fair! You got cakes!" He was shaking his presents under the tree, and Marron was watching and giggling.
"Gohan, when did you say your dad was gonna get here?" Rehmon asked. "Everyone's wanting to open their presents." Gohan shrugged. "I don't know. He had to go pick Goten up from the modeling agency." There was quiet in the room for a moment. Every head turned to Bra. They knew she'd always wanted to marry a male model for the publicity. Rehmon saw the look on Bra's face. "I could be a male model!" He said. "I got lots of offerings- and I'm much more handsome than Goten is!" Everyone nodded especially Bra. "Of course you could." She said. "But you're a lawyer. You don't have to try." Rehmon just stared at his baby on the floor.
"I hear someone walking up!" Trunks said. Vegeta did, too. "It's Kakarott." He said. "I'd know that ki from anywhere." They all waited on the floor. Suddenly, right before the Sons got to the door, Bra had something in her eye. She had to go into the bathroom to remove it. Trunks walked over to the door and prepared to open it at the doorbell rang, but the Sons didn't ring the doorbell.
"Merry Christmas!" Goku said as he busted through the door. Trunks sailed into the couch. "Hey!" He said. "You need to learn to knock!" He peeled himself from the carpet. "Hey, Goten!" He said. "I heard ya got to be a male model! How is it?" They shook hands with each other; being best friends and all. "It's okay." Goten said. "I didn't figure they'd pick you- mean, they usually stick with the handsome guys." Trunks said. Goten laughed and threw a fake punch at Trunks.
Goten, Goku and Chi Chi's hands were full of presents. "Who are we waiting on?" Goku asked. Everyone looked at Bulma, because this was her party. "Yamcha." She said quietly. "What? The loser?" Vegeta asked. "You know I don't like him! You know I don't want him in the same house as me! I don't want to have to go to jail for murder!" Bulma patted Vegeta on the back. "You'll live; I promise."
"Hi guys!" Yamcha said when he came in the door. The only ones that waved at him were Goku and Bulma, because they had been his friend since he was 18. He had a present for everyone, but all the presents were small. Yamcha wasn't very rich. He made a living on the money he'd made as a young adult playing professional baseball. When he and Bulma had been dating, she'd hated everything about the job except the tight spandex. It wasn't a living to be proud of. "Can we open our presents now?" Pan asked. Bulma nodded. "Yes, you can."
Landon played with his new toys. He had a rocking horse, a blinking crib-light, a Glowworm, a big fluffy teddy bear, and a new car seat, crib, set of bottles and bouncer from his parents. Because he couldn't sit up yet, he had to observe his presents from lying on his stomach.
Rehmon was looking at his presents. He was very pleased with them, and was glad he didn't get anything for the baby as his present. He hated it when people did that. Rehmon had gotten a Playstation 2 and about 20 games from Bra, some clothes from Bulma, and some of that summer sausage set stuff from Vegeta. He got a baseball cap from Yamcha and some more games from Trunks. He couldn't wait to play the game system in his room. "Thanks!" He said to everyone.
'Geeta got lots of things for Christmas. He was still in the middle of opening some of them. He had gotten lots of gifts like clothes and shoes, but his favorite so far was the joke-gift Rehmon had gotten him. They were some very PERSONAL books. Right now, Vegeta was opening the present from Bulma. She was sitting across the room, next to Goten. Probably congratulating him. This year, Bulma's gift was rather small and he only got one from her. There was a small black box inside the red and green festive wrapping paper. He tore the top off the box, expecting jewelry. But silver car-keys fell in his lap. He was very curious to why he'd gotten car-keys, so he flew outside to investigate. Sitting in the driveway was a bright blue Ferrari convertible!
Vegeta's black Ferrari was only 2 years old, but he loved cars; especially flashy ones.
"Did everybody open their presents?" Bulma asked. Everyone nodded. Trunks was carting an X-box (that made for his 3rd) a gift certificate for Big Boyz Toyz (It's a store) and some new clothes. Mostly with the Capsule Corp logo on it. "Thanks, guys!" He said. "Especially to dad for this cool new game-Hey, where is dad, anyway?" He sat some of his clothes down on the couch to remove the tags. "He's probley outside, observing his new gift." Bulma tried a cookie out of the expensive cookie assortment Yamcha had brought her.
Vegeta had gotten Bulma a ring. It was a red diamond with a gold band, and Bulma loved diamonds. She got one every year from her husband; but last year it had been a beautiful necklace. Bulma knew that all the money he spent on her diamonds was probley equal to a Ferrari.So she had gotten him one. She had gotten Pan something her parents would hate her for. She had bought Pan a puppy and a horse, two things she asked for.
Bra didn't get a horse, because she already had 2, and she didn't get a car, because she drove a silver Mercedes Roadster identical to Rehmon's, except hers was red. Bra got tons of clothes, a diamond necklace from Rehmon(He hadn't gotten her a ring because he was afraid she would think he was proposing) and lots of stuff for the baby. She wasn't mad; she liked getting stuff for her child.
Christmas dinner was.interesting. The Saiyan males, Goku, Gohan, Goten, Vegeta, Trunks, and Rehmon stuffed their faces terribly, snorting in spaghetti and inhaling rigatoni. Vegeta tore at the turkey and cut open the Capon, while Trunks stuck with the broccoli casserole and Cole slaw. Rehmon ate at the green beans and Brussels spouts, stopping every once in a while to shove a bite of baby food in his son's mouth.
Bra was taking dainty bites of her broccoli casserole and trying to keep Trunks from stealing bites of it. Bulma tried not to notice the snorting, terrible noises and elbows on the table. "I'm so glad my parents are in Somalia." She said to herself. A long strip of half chewed capon spewed on her plate from Vegeta, who was eating too fast. "Sorry." He said through a full mouth, and slurped it up right off her plate.
"Don't you think I would like to eat without Vegeta spit all over my plate?" She asked, and she scraped all her food on to Vegeta's face. "You've had my spit in worse places." Vegeta said with a smirk and dug in. Marron was telling Trunks to please slow down on his eating, and he was ignoring his girlfriend. She didn't mind much, though. She just went out on the deck to smoke. Rehmon saw this opportunity and followed her outside with a smoke of his own.
Bulma ripped Vegeta's plate away from in front of his face and his forehead banged on the table. "Hey, that's mine!" Vegeta said. "If you want some, get your own!" Bulma shook her head. "I don't want it, Vegeta! You don't need it! You've had enough! And besides, you don't need to be eating like that!" Vegeta hung his head. "Look, if your worried about me getting fat, that's none of your business!" He grabbed at his plate again, until Bulma was finally tempted to toss it out the window to Kasai. Vegeta hung his head and whimpered.
"I'm glad that experience is over." Bra griped. "That was nasty! All of you where acting like a mountain lion on a rotted carcass!"
"No we weren't!" Goten said. A long strip of capon hung from his lips. "Suck up that piece of food and then you'll have room to talk." Bra said. "I'm surprised you guys don't eat the meat raw!"
"I do." Said Trunks. Every eye went on him. "Well, sometimes you get cravings for things like that!" Most everyone rolled their eyes. "I wanna go sledding in the snow!" Pan cried. "Look at it! And there's a big hill in the woods behind this house!" Vegeta jumped up. "I want to go sledding, too!" Vegeta loved to go sledding because for some strange reason, he enjoyed the feeling of frostbite. "I wanna go too!" Rehmon said. "I've never been before. We didn't get a lot of snow on Namek, as Piccolo should know." Piccolo didn't nod or anything. He remained silent.
"But we only have 1 sled." Bra said. "And it belongs to Trunks." Trunks nodded. "Mom and dad got it for me when I was 8." He grabbed it out of the closet and hugged it. "Nobody but me gets to use it!" He said.
"Now, that's not very nice, Trunks!" Bulma said. "You have to share your stuff." Trunks shook his head. "He doesn't have to." Rehmon said. "You can sled on a piece of a cardboard box or a trashcan lid." He was putting a clean diaper on Landon. Bra was watching to make sure he didn't do it wrong. That bugged Rehmon more than anything.
"I'm not sledding on a trash can lid." Pan whined. "Then I guess you won't sleigh at all!" Trunks said, then he carted his sled outside. He didn't need a coat because being a Saiyan and all; he generated his own body heat.
Vegeta reached out side the window, hoping not to be bitten by any bums, and got the plastic trash can lid. Pan sawed one of the sides off a cardboard box. Rehmon took the other trashcan lid, Bulma took one of the sides of the box. Bra and Piccolo didn't want to sled, and Goku and Goten took the other 2 sides of the box. Gohan and Videl didn't want to sled anyway.
"Watch out for baby trees!" Bulma said. "I broke my ankle sledding over one when I was a kid! And Trunks broke his arm on his sled." Trunks nodded. Marron was standing near, so he decided to tell his wonderful tail of amazing bravery. "I was riding my sled down the biggest, steepest hill in this woods." He pointed at a big tall hill. He was lying. It was impossible to even get UP the rocky terrain of that hill. "I was riding down, enjoying the wind in my hair, when my sled hit a baby pine tree. My sled flipped, and we flew through the sky. When I landed, I was still on the sled, but my arm was pinned under it at a strange angle. As the sled began to go again, my arm snapped. It was painful, but I didn't cry."
Everyone was staring at Trunks non-blinking. "That sounds like it would have ripped your arm off." Marron said in her meek voice. "Not just break it." Trunks puffed out his chest. "Well, when you're as big and tough as I am, miracles can happen." Rehmon started clapping. "Way to go!" He said. "Your really great at this telling lies thing! You could win a medal!" Trunks made a very ugly face. "I was not telling a lie." Then he got on his sled and slid down. It was a very fast sled, but it turned easily on the slippery snow. He landed at the bottom of the hill unharmed. There was a track left in the snow where the steel blades of the sled had cut into the snow and ice.
"I want to go, now!" Vegeta said. He threw his trashcan lid down and plopped himself on it.
"Go!" He said to the trashcan lid. "Start sliding!" Bulma rolled her eyes. "You've got to give yourself a shove." She explained. Then she put out her foot and kicked Vegeta in the back. He made a noise and was about to yell, but the sled started to go. As he screamed with pleasure, white smoke unfurled out of his mouth from the chilling cold. It blasted back into his face, causing droplets of evaporated water to form on his face.
'Watch out for baby trees!" Bulma called to him from the top of the hill, nagging on him as always. "I'm watching!" Vegeta said. He zoomed past a rock and then realized how steep the hill was. He also realized that he had little to no control over the trash can lid sled, because it didn't have a turning device like Trunks'. He began to get a little scared, but he eventually made it down in one piece.
"You looked a little frightened towards the end, dad." Trunks said, helping him up. "I'm going back up to stand in line for round two!" Rehmon was on his trashcan lid, belly to the ground, and was zooming down the hill with a smile on his handsome face. He wasn't scared at all. He didn't realize the danger of sledding down this way. If he was to sled over a sharp rock and it was to cut the thin plastic of the cheap trashcan lid, he would be gutted like a fish. But he wasn't thinking about that right now. He was reaching the end of the hill. "I made it!" He said. He looked up. The hill was so steep he could barely see his friends, son and girlfriend.
"It's freezing out here." Vegeta said. He sprung his aura up more. "I don't think I'll go again." Vegeta said. "Looks too much like a child's sport." He flew back up the hill to join everyone else. Rehmon did the same.
Goku and Pan and Bulma sleighed down the hill with no problem. The trashcan lids worked better than the box, but they managed. It was now Goten's turn. "I want to go down a different route." He said, and pointed behind them. It was a very bumpy, rocky slope of the hill. It wasn't as steep as the slope they had been sledding off of, but it was rocky, bumpy and dangerous.
"NO!" Bulma said. "Are you crazy? That will kill you!" Goten was already sitting on the box. "Not if I'm careful." He said. "Come on, don't do stupid thinks to impress people." Pan whined. "Get off that box and slide down this slope." Goten shook his head. "Nope. Now everyone watch me!" He slung himself down the hill faster than anyone else had. The box was sliding along the rocks just fine. But the various sharp twigs and pebbles began to saw at the thin cardboard. Goten looked down between his knees and noticed a small hole in the box. He noticed it was getting bigger as he sled down. The rocks and tree branches were destroying the box! He panicked and held his leg out to brake, but the box hit a bump and he flipped. He bonked his head on a rock as he went down, and as everyone watched him roll down the hill, the white snow began to be streaked with blood.
"I'll bet that hurts." Rehmon said, bouncing Landon on his hip. "Serves the B*st*rd right." He smiled and chuckled. "Rehmon!" Bra said. "Just because he's my ex doesn't mean that he is white trash! I've got to go down there and help him!"
Bra could fly, but she didn't like to. So she just grabbed Trunks' sled from him ("HEY!") and got on it. She slid down the hill, avoiding rocks and such until she reached the mangled young man at the foot of the hill. His head was gashed, one of his eyes was bloodshot and bleeding, and his nose was a geyser of blood.
End of chapter 14! Sorry about the delay! Review!
AUTHOR'S NOTE-my Microsoft Word is screwing up pretty badly, so I will not have spell check for a while. My spelling and grammar may get temporarily bad, but don't worry.
Vegeta was standing on the ladder, whistling a little tune called 'White Christmas'. It was very cold out here, on the very high roof of Capsule Corp. They expected large flurries of snow later on, if it didn't get too cold for snow.
Vegeta zipped his jacket the rest of the way up and stopped whistling. He frowned. All of his Christmas lights, which he was trying to put up in time for Christmas, had just gone out.
"Well, f*ck a duck." Vegeta cursed, and unscrewed the bulb he had just applied. He picked another green one out of the box and screwed it on. The lights blinked on and off, but they were the kind that were supposed to. "Yay!" Vegeta said. "Now I can go in the house and maybe when Bulma is done weeding her garden, she'll make me some hot cocoa!" He started scooting backwards to put his feet on the ladder. But when his feet hit the ladder, the ladder began to wobble back and forth. "Oh, no." Vegeta said. "Not thi-" The ladder wobbled and caused Vegeta's feet to wrench sharply to the side, so Vegeta tumbled off the roof. He rolled in the air about 1-½ times, and then he hit the ground on his back. Trunks was squatting beside the flower garden and yanking weeds out of it. When Vegeta hit the ground, he became alarmed.
"Dad! What are you doing?" He screamed, and ran over. "Are you okay?" Vegeta could only stare in amazement at his son. "It's 40 degrees out here!" He shouted. "Go put a shirt on!" Trunks looked at himself. "But I do have a shirt on." He said. "Maybe your delusional. Let's take you inside so mom can give you some smelly salts." He grabbed his father underneath the armpits. Vegeta weighed 10 pounds more then Trunks, but it was still an easy load to carry.
"Let me go!" Vegeta yelled, and he started squirming. He got up and dusted himself off. "I'm fine! Look at this house, how beautiful it is!" Trunks glanced at the house. There were lights everywhere you looked, and wreaths, and decorations-Vegeta always tried to make their house look better than all the other neighbors' put together. And it usually did. "Wow. You did a great job, dad." He wiped his muddy hands on his black sweatpants. Vegeta thought Trunks looked very funny in a sweatsuit, but I think it would look cute.
"Why are you doing that?" Vegeta asked. "It's Bulma's garden. I thought you were in the GR." Trunks shrugged. "I was, but I needed an extra 20 bucks." He went back over to the garden, and Vegeta went into the house.
Vegeta went into the house, to a boring scene. Rehmon and Bra were sitting beside each other on the couch with their baby in between them, watching some stupid Christmas special. The baby cooed when it saw Vegeta. It was only 3 months old, but it could already hold its head up very well and sit up if it was propped up. Landon still couldn't hold his own bottle, but he sure did love his pacifier. "Hello." Vegeta said to Landon. He waved to him.
"What happened to you?" Bulma asked, running out and brushing the dry grass off Vegeta. By the smell of it, the rolls for tomorrow night's Christmas dinner were in the oven. "I just fell off the roof, is all." Vegeta said. "No major harm done." He kissed his wife. "How about some hot chocolate? Not too many marshmallows and go easy on the milk." Bulma groaned and waltzed into the kitchen, but Vegeta followed her.
"I don't know why you always tell me what to put in the hot chocolate." Bulma said. "I already know." Vegeta shrugged. "You can't be too careful." He jammed a finger into a pumpkin pie and got a spicy, sweet taste. It was very good. "Get your fingers out of the cake, Mr." Bulma said. Vegeta didn't listen to her, though. He stuck his finger is Boston cream Pie, Cheesecake, pecan, apple and Cherrie pies, and a chocolate cake. He liked to sample them ahead of time. Bulma just thought she would give up on telling him to stop.
"Who's coming here tomorrow?" Vegeta asked. "Oh, everyone." Bulma said. "It's a very special day." Vegeta nodded. He had been on earth a very long time, but still didn't quite understand the concept of Christmas. The only thing he knew was that there was lots of food, talking, people, and he and Bulma usually had sex every Christmas. Oh and there were presents. Lots of them.
"This Christmas has to be good because This is Landon's 1st one and Rehmon's 1st one he's celebrated on Earth." Bulma said. "He doesn't understand it. Just like you were at first." Vegeta sampled a pea. "I don't really understand it now." Bulma shrugged. "Well then I don't know how else to explain it, dear. Just try to cope with Goku, please?" Vegeta nodded that he would try, even though he didn't approve of being called 'dear'.
"Pick up the D@mn phone!" Bra gasped to Trunks. He was lying on the couch with a beer. He didn't normally drink, but he was in a lot of stress with college. "No." He said. "Mother, you get it. You're right in the kitchen." They heard Bulma sigh from the kitchen and pick it up.
"It's for Trunks!" She said, and held the phone out the doorway. Trunks ran up and snatched it, and began talking to Marron. Rehmon felt the pang of jealousy again. Why did Marron have to like Trunks? Why? And now, tomorrow, he would have to watch Trunks and Marron make out all over the place. It was torture. "I want some cake!" They heard Vegeta from the kitchen. Bulma asked him to please wait, and they heard Vegeta whine.
Landon was stirring in his sleep. "Keep it down, Trunks." Rehmon said. Trunks groaned and talked quieter. Rehmon continued watching, 'Olive, the other reindeer'. It was very, very stupid, but mildly entertaining. Vegeta was now sitting under the tree. He was counting his presents, shaking them, and examining he curly shiny ribbons on each of them. Rehmon laughed suddenly. He had gotten Vegeta the biggest joke gift ever. Vegeta would stare at it goggle-eyed, and maybe even scream. Rehmon couldn't wait to give it to him on Christmas day, tomorrow.
Bra was starting to be a little mean to Rehmon lately, and Rehmon was worried she expected him to propose. He wasn't sure that he was going to, or when. He was still in debate about his feelings. He TOLD her he loved her all the time now, but he didn't know if he meant it. Probley, he just said it to shut her quacking tongue, which Rehmon wanted to rip out sometimes.
"Hell, yes!" Trunks shouted into the phone amidst the silence. Bra stood up and stomped her stripper-like red boot. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" She shouted, and ripped the phone away from Trunks. She threw it against the wall. "Hey!" Trunks said. He ran over to the other side of the room and picked up the phone. He listened into it, but all he got was an empty dial tone. "Thanks a lot, sis!" Trunks said. "We were making plans!" He tossed the phone at Bra, but she caught it. "Any time." She sneered. "You guys shut up and stop fighting!!" Vegeta said. "I can't hear inside my presents when I shake them with you two yelling!" He picked up his present and shook it for all it was worth. He heard a small, dainty tinkle. "Uh oh." He said. "I think maybe I just broke something." Then he tossed the present back under the tree and sat down on the couch next to Trunks. Everybody wanted to sit next to Trunks.
"I feel sad." Trunks said in a therapy fashion. "Bra took the phone away from me when I was talking to Marron. I feel sad." Vegeta felt sad, too. He didn't want all those people to be at his house the next day, but he couldn't help it.
"Hello, Piccolo!" Bulma gushed at their 1st guest on Christmas. He kind of grunted. "Your skin is looking so.Green." Bulma said. Piccolo didn't exactly find this a complement. "Hello Vegeta. Trunks. Rehmon, Bra." Piccolo grunted. He sat down on the loveseat next to Trunks. Piccolo eyed the baby. "How's the kid?" He asked. Landon stared at Piccolo and sucked on his binky. "I want to open my presents." Trunks said. He seemed very interested in his belly button. "Not until everyone gets here!" Bulma said. "Be polite, son!" Vegeta was watching the television. Bulma went and sat down by him. They all stared at Piccolo and he stared back.
"So.how's everyone?" Piccolo asked. Nobody said anything. "Do you miss Namek, Rehmon?" Rehmon didn't like talking about his days in green face paint, but to a Namek, it was okay. "No, not really. Earth really beats it by a long shot." Vegeta made a somewhat offensive noise. "Any planet would beat Earth, silly." He said. Bulma slapped him. "See? This is what I hate about you sitting by me!" Vegeta said. "Your hitting me and your awful perfume!"
Bulma whacked him again. "Where's the love?" Vegeta said. "This is supposed to be Christmas here, and as I understand you earthlings are supposed to be in high spirits on this day." Bulma stopped whacking him. "Vegeta, honey, why don't you go check on the roast in the kitchen while we wait for the other guests?" Vegeta sighed, but sometimes things like this made her happy, and she was happy at him and cuddly for the rest of the day, so he decided to go.
"Hey!" Trunks said. "I thought I just heard someone knock on the door." Bulma jumped up. "I did, too, but I wasn't sure."
Everyone was sitting up in his or her chairs to see who arrived except for Piccolo, who didn't care. Trunks was hoping it was Marron or Goten. Bra was hoping it was Marron too, and Rehmon was hoping it was Yamcha, because they liked to talk. They heard from the door: "Oh, hello Gohan and Videl and Pan! Come right in!" Trunks groaned. "Be polite!" Bulma snapped at him. "Your 23 D*mn years old!" Trunks sat back on the couch. "Hey guys." He said. Pan stomped one of her sneakered feet. "I want to open my presents NOW!" She said. Bulma laughed, but you could tell Gohan and Videl were embarrassed.
"Can we see the baby?" Gohan asked. "Sure." Bra said. "He's over there with his daddy." Videl and Rehmon were talking, and playing with Landon. Landon couldn't roll yet, so he just lay on his stomach in the floor and played with toys. Some of his toys lit up, and some of them blinked. "Hello, Rehmon." Gohan said. "How's it hanging?" Rehmon smirked up at him, despite his headache and dry mouth. "Oh, fine." Rehmon said. "You know how it is to be a new dad."
"I want cake! I want presents!" Pan screamed. "Not now, dear!" Bulma said. "Wait for Vegeta to come back and tell me what the turkey's doing! Then maybe you can have a little sample of pie before the other's get here." Bulma was trying to make everyone happy. "Not a sample! I want a cake now!" Pan whined. "Shut the hell up, you brat!" Trunks roared at Pan. "You bellow worse than a beluga whale!" He threw a ball of candy paper across the room. Pan stuck her tongue out at Trunks.
"I'll get Pan some cake." Bulma said. "Trunks, answer the door if anyone comes." Trunks nodded. He was playing with his belly button again. Bulma walked into the kitchen, whistling a tune. She was headed toward the refrigerator for pie. "I wouldn't go In there." She heard from the corner. Bulma whirled around and saw Vegeta was standing in the corner. "Honey, what are you doing in the corner?" She asked Vegeta. "How was the turkey?" Vegeta's eyes got wide. "Oh, turkey? I guess there was a turkey, wasn't there?" He opened the oven.
"It looks fine." Vegeta said. Then he shut the oven with a slam. "Just don't open the fridge. K?" Bulma shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Sometimes I wonder about you." She said, and opened it. What she saw surprised her.
"YOU ATE ALL THIS CAKE TOO?" She stared at Vegeta. Her eyes were red- rimmed and bloodshot; her cheeks red. "It's a complement!" Vegeta offered. "Your cakes are so good, that it's really easy to become absorbed in tasting them-"
"YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE TRYING THE CAKES!" Bulma said. She threw a fork at Vegeta. "It's Christmas-and there are no cakes!" She began ripping at her hair. "Sorry." Vegeta said.
The doorbell rang. "Somebody's here!" Bulma said. She started to run out. "Oh, wait, I told Trunks to get the door." She heard him scrambling for it, and a little later she heard Krillin, 18 and Marron come in. Trunks was chattering at Marron, it sounded like. "Vegeta, come on. We'll tell everyone what you've done." Vegeta jerked away from her. "I can do that without you holding on to me like a dog, you know."
"So I ate all the cakes, and there won't be any for Christmas." Vegeta scratched the back of his head. "No cakes?" Trunks asked. "That's not fair! You got cakes!" He was shaking his presents under the tree, and Marron was watching and giggling.
"Gohan, when did you say your dad was gonna get here?" Rehmon asked. "Everyone's wanting to open their presents." Gohan shrugged. "I don't know. He had to go pick Goten up from the modeling agency." There was quiet in the room for a moment. Every head turned to Bra. They knew she'd always wanted to marry a male model for the publicity. Rehmon saw the look on Bra's face. "I could be a male model!" He said. "I got lots of offerings- and I'm much more handsome than Goten is!" Everyone nodded especially Bra. "Of course you could." She said. "But you're a lawyer. You don't have to try." Rehmon just stared at his baby on the floor.
"I hear someone walking up!" Trunks said. Vegeta did, too. "It's Kakarott." He said. "I'd know that ki from anywhere." They all waited on the floor. Suddenly, right before the Sons got to the door, Bra had something in her eye. She had to go into the bathroom to remove it. Trunks walked over to the door and prepared to open it at the doorbell rang, but the Sons didn't ring the doorbell.
"Merry Christmas!" Goku said as he busted through the door. Trunks sailed into the couch. "Hey!" He said. "You need to learn to knock!" He peeled himself from the carpet. "Hey, Goten!" He said. "I heard ya got to be a male model! How is it?" They shook hands with each other; being best friends and all. "It's okay." Goten said. "I didn't figure they'd pick you- mean, they usually stick with the handsome guys." Trunks said. Goten laughed and threw a fake punch at Trunks.
Goten, Goku and Chi Chi's hands were full of presents. "Who are we waiting on?" Goku asked. Everyone looked at Bulma, because this was her party. "Yamcha." She said quietly. "What? The loser?" Vegeta asked. "You know I don't like him! You know I don't want him in the same house as me! I don't want to have to go to jail for murder!" Bulma patted Vegeta on the back. "You'll live; I promise."
"Hi guys!" Yamcha said when he came in the door. The only ones that waved at him were Goku and Bulma, because they had been his friend since he was 18. He had a present for everyone, but all the presents were small. Yamcha wasn't very rich. He made a living on the money he'd made as a young adult playing professional baseball. When he and Bulma had been dating, she'd hated everything about the job except the tight spandex. It wasn't a living to be proud of. "Can we open our presents now?" Pan asked. Bulma nodded. "Yes, you can."
Landon played with his new toys. He had a rocking horse, a blinking crib-light, a Glowworm, a big fluffy teddy bear, and a new car seat, crib, set of bottles and bouncer from his parents. Because he couldn't sit up yet, he had to observe his presents from lying on his stomach.
Rehmon was looking at his presents. He was very pleased with them, and was glad he didn't get anything for the baby as his present. He hated it when people did that. Rehmon had gotten a Playstation 2 and about 20 games from Bra, some clothes from Bulma, and some of that summer sausage set stuff from Vegeta. He got a baseball cap from Yamcha and some more games from Trunks. He couldn't wait to play the game system in his room. "Thanks!" He said to everyone.
'Geeta got lots of things for Christmas. He was still in the middle of opening some of them. He had gotten lots of gifts like clothes and shoes, but his favorite so far was the joke-gift Rehmon had gotten him. They were some very PERSONAL books. Right now, Vegeta was opening the present from Bulma. She was sitting across the room, next to Goten. Probably congratulating him. This year, Bulma's gift was rather small and he only got one from her. There was a small black box inside the red and green festive wrapping paper. He tore the top off the box, expecting jewelry. But silver car-keys fell in his lap. He was very curious to why he'd gotten car-keys, so he flew outside to investigate. Sitting in the driveway was a bright blue Ferrari convertible!
Vegeta's black Ferrari was only 2 years old, but he loved cars; especially flashy ones.
"Did everybody open their presents?" Bulma asked. Everyone nodded. Trunks was carting an X-box (that made for his 3rd) a gift certificate for Big Boyz Toyz (It's a store) and some new clothes. Mostly with the Capsule Corp logo on it. "Thanks, guys!" He said. "Especially to dad for this cool new game-Hey, where is dad, anyway?" He sat some of his clothes down on the couch to remove the tags. "He's probley outside, observing his new gift." Bulma tried a cookie out of the expensive cookie assortment Yamcha had brought her.
Vegeta had gotten Bulma a ring. It was a red diamond with a gold band, and Bulma loved diamonds. She got one every year from her husband; but last year it had been a beautiful necklace. Bulma knew that all the money he spent on her diamonds was probley equal to a Ferrari.So she had gotten him one. She had gotten Pan something her parents would hate her for. She had bought Pan a puppy and a horse, two things she asked for.
Bra didn't get a horse, because she already had 2, and she didn't get a car, because she drove a silver Mercedes Roadster identical to Rehmon's, except hers was red. Bra got tons of clothes, a diamond necklace from Rehmon(He hadn't gotten her a ring because he was afraid she would think he was proposing) and lots of stuff for the baby. She wasn't mad; she liked getting stuff for her child.
Christmas dinner was.interesting. The Saiyan males, Goku, Gohan, Goten, Vegeta, Trunks, and Rehmon stuffed their faces terribly, snorting in spaghetti and inhaling rigatoni. Vegeta tore at the turkey and cut open the Capon, while Trunks stuck with the broccoli casserole and Cole slaw. Rehmon ate at the green beans and Brussels spouts, stopping every once in a while to shove a bite of baby food in his son's mouth.
Bra was taking dainty bites of her broccoli casserole and trying to keep Trunks from stealing bites of it. Bulma tried not to notice the snorting, terrible noises and elbows on the table. "I'm so glad my parents are in Somalia." She said to herself. A long strip of half chewed capon spewed on her plate from Vegeta, who was eating too fast. "Sorry." He said through a full mouth, and slurped it up right off her plate.
"Don't you think I would like to eat without Vegeta spit all over my plate?" She asked, and she scraped all her food on to Vegeta's face. "You've had my spit in worse places." Vegeta said with a smirk and dug in. Marron was telling Trunks to please slow down on his eating, and he was ignoring his girlfriend. She didn't mind much, though. She just went out on the deck to smoke. Rehmon saw this opportunity and followed her outside with a smoke of his own.
Bulma ripped Vegeta's plate away from in front of his face and his forehead banged on the table. "Hey, that's mine!" Vegeta said. "If you want some, get your own!" Bulma shook her head. "I don't want it, Vegeta! You don't need it! You've had enough! And besides, you don't need to be eating like that!" Vegeta hung his head. "Look, if your worried about me getting fat, that's none of your business!" He grabbed at his plate again, until Bulma was finally tempted to toss it out the window to Kasai. Vegeta hung his head and whimpered.
"I'm glad that experience is over." Bra griped. "That was nasty! All of you where acting like a mountain lion on a rotted carcass!"
"No we weren't!" Goten said. A long strip of capon hung from his lips. "Suck up that piece of food and then you'll have room to talk." Bra said. "I'm surprised you guys don't eat the meat raw!"
"I do." Said Trunks. Every eye went on him. "Well, sometimes you get cravings for things like that!" Most everyone rolled their eyes. "I wanna go sledding in the snow!" Pan cried. "Look at it! And there's a big hill in the woods behind this house!" Vegeta jumped up. "I want to go sledding, too!" Vegeta loved to go sledding because for some strange reason, he enjoyed the feeling of frostbite. "I wanna go too!" Rehmon said. "I've never been before. We didn't get a lot of snow on Namek, as Piccolo should know." Piccolo didn't nod or anything. He remained silent.
"But we only have 1 sled." Bra said. "And it belongs to Trunks." Trunks nodded. "Mom and dad got it for me when I was 8." He grabbed it out of the closet and hugged it. "Nobody but me gets to use it!" He said.
"Now, that's not very nice, Trunks!" Bulma said. "You have to share your stuff." Trunks shook his head. "He doesn't have to." Rehmon said. "You can sled on a piece of a cardboard box or a trashcan lid." He was putting a clean diaper on Landon. Bra was watching to make sure he didn't do it wrong. That bugged Rehmon more than anything.
"I'm not sledding on a trash can lid." Pan whined. "Then I guess you won't sleigh at all!" Trunks said, then he carted his sled outside. He didn't need a coat because being a Saiyan and all; he generated his own body heat.
Vegeta reached out side the window, hoping not to be bitten by any bums, and got the plastic trash can lid. Pan sawed one of the sides off a cardboard box. Rehmon took the other trashcan lid, Bulma took one of the sides of the box. Bra and Piccolo didn't want to sled, and Goku and Goten took the other 2 sides of the box. Gohan and Videl didn't want to sled anyway.
"Watch out for baby trees!" Bulma said. "I broke my ankle sledding over one when I was a kid! And Trunks broke his arm on his sled." Trunks nodded. Marron was standing near, so he decided to tell his wonderful tail of amazing bravery. "I was riding my sled down the biggest, steepest hill in this woods." He pointed at a big tall hill. He was lying. It was impossible to even get UP the rocky terrain of that hill. "I was riding down, enjoying the wind in my hair, when my sled hit a baby pine tree. My sled flipped, and we flew through the sky. When I landed, I was still on the sled, but my arm was pinned under it at a strange angle. As the sled began to go again, my arm snapped. It was painful, but I didn't cry."
Everyone was staring at Trunks non-blinking. "That sounds like it would have ripped your arm off." Marron said in her meek voice. "Not just break it." Trunks puffed out his chest. "Well, when you're as big and tough as I am, miracles can happen." Rehmon started clapping. "Way to go!" He said. "Your really great at this telling lies thing! You could win a medal!" Trunks made a very ugly face. "I was not telling a lie." Then he got on his sled and slid down. It was a very fast sled, but it turned easily on the slippery snow. He landed at the bottom of the hill unharmed. There was a track left in the snow where the steel blades of the sled had cut into the snow and ice.
"I want to go, now!" Vegeta said. He threw his trashcan lid down and plopped himself on it.
"Go!" He said to the trashcan lid. "Start sliding!" Bulma rolled her eyes. "You've got to give yourself a shove." She explained. Then she put out her foot and kicked Vegeta in the back. He made a noise and was about to yell, but the sled started to go. As he screamed with pleasure, white smoke unfurled out of his mouth from the chilling cold. It blasted back into his face, causing droplets of evaporated water to form on his face.
'Watch out for baby trees!" Bulma called to him from the top of the hill, nagging on him as always. "I'm watching!" Vegeta said. He zoomed past a rock and then realized how steep the hill was. He also realized that he had little to no control over the trash can lid sled, because it didn't have a turning device like Trunks'. He began to get a little scared, but he eventually made it down in one piece.
"You looked a little frightened towards the end, dad." Trunks said, helping him up. "I'm going back up to stand in line for round two!" Rehmon was on his trashcan lid, belly to the ground, and was zooming down the hill with a smile on his handsome face. He wasn't scared at all. He didn't realize the danger of sledding down this way. If he was to sled over a sharp rock and it was to cut the thin plastic of the cheap trashcan lid, he would be gutted like a fish. But he wasn't thinking about that right now. He was reaching the end of the hill. "I made it!" He said. He looked up. The hill was so steep he could barely see his friends, son and girlfriend.
"It's freezing out here." Vegeta said. He sprung his aura up more. "I don't think I'll go again." Vegeta said. "Looks too much like a child's sport." He flew back up the hill to join everyone else. Rehmon did the same.
Goku and Pan and Bulma sleighed down the hill with no problem. The trashcan lids worked better than the box, but they managed. It was now Goten's turn. "I want to go down a different route." He said, and pointed behind them. It was a very bumpy, rocky slope of the hill. It wasn't as steep as the slope they had been sledding off of, but it was rocky, bumpy and dangerous.
"NO!" Bulma said. "Are you crazy? That will kill you!" Goten was already sitting on the box. "Not if I'm careful." He said. "Come on, don't do stupid thinks to impress people." Pan whined. "Get off that box and slide down this slope." Goten shook his head. "Nope. Now everyone watch me!" He slung himself down the hill faster than anyone else had. The box was sliding along the rocks just fine. But the various sharp twigs and pebbles began to saw at the thin cardboard. Goten looked down between his knees and noticed a small hole in the box. He noticed it was getting bigger as he sled down. The rocks and tree branches were destroying the box! He panicked and held his leg out to brake, but the box hit a bump and he flipped. He bonked his head on a rock as he went down, and as everyone watched him roll down the hill, the white snow began to be streaked with blood.
"I'll bet that hurts." Rehmon said, bouncing Landon on his hip. "Serves the B*st*rd right." He smiled and chuckled. "Rehmon!" Bra said. "Just because he's my ex doesn't mean that he is white trash! I've got to go down there and help him!"
Bra could fly, but she didn't like to. So she just grabbed Trunks' sled from him ("HEY!") and got on it. She slid down the hill, avoiding rocks and such until she reached the mangled young man at the foot of the hill. His head was gashed, one of his eyes was bloodshot and bleeding, and his nose was a geyser of blood.
End of chapter 14! Sorry about the delay! Review!