Hey everyone! TheKingHHH100 here, finally back after a long hiatus. I've been wanting to post something for ages, but things kept getting in the way, first my computer broke, then I had a bunch of college work, and bunch of other life stuff. Anyways, I'm finally on holidays so hopefully I'll be able to post more stories soon. I was originally going to make a Christmas special episode for my fic "ED 10", but I figured it would take too much to write from the get go and wouldn't finish on time for Christmas. Oh well, there's always next year, and don't worry I'll update that fic soon for anyone who's been following it.
Still, I hope you enjoy this little piece I made instead, which is something I teased on my previous DBZ fic, "Revelation" (*Cough* *shameless plug* *cough*), it's going to be a two or three parter. This is mostly based on a video series made by MasakoX called "What if Vegeta celebrated Christmas?" which gave me the idea to write my own version of this story. I also added a lot of Dragon Ball Z Abridged/Team FourStar humor, so if some characters feel a little weird or make some jokes, that's where it comes from. Finally, as a warning, there'll be a bit of GT bashing at the end, but it's just for humor, I quite like Dragon Ball GT for what it is.
Anyways, hope you enjoy this and have a merry Christmas! On to the story!
Twas the night before Christmas and everyone at Capsule Corp was getting into the spirits of the event, well, almost everyone. A certain someone, 'Prince of All Saiyans, isn't…
You see, for Vegeta, this time of the year was the worst. These Christmas holidays were insufferable for him. He didn't understood why humans celebrated this type of things at all.
Back on Planet Vegeta, Saiyans didn't have this stupid thing humans called 'Christmas', sure they had that one day dedicated to that scum Frieza, but even that wasn't as annoying as all of this. Those noisy and irritating sings they called 'carols', those silly decorations on the trees, the stupid figure of that fat clown dressed in red, and worst of all, everyone around him was smiling like goofballs, and he couldn't hide anywhere!
No matter where he went, all those stupid things continued to follow him like a plague. There he was, standing in the middle of a hall as he watched his now wife Bulma and kid Trunks, decorating everything with those silly ornaments. It's been three years since the battle against Cell, and since Goku had sacrificed himself in order to stop the evil android from blowing up the planet. Vegeta was hoping his role as father wouldn't be so terrible, but living with humans in this season of peace and love was too much for him. Even worse, his wife had just informed him that she had invited all of their 'friends', as she put it, for dinner to celebrate Christmas Eve.
"No way! You know very well that I don't believe in such nonsense, so there is no reason why I should put up with all of them and have a party on top of it. No kidding!" Vegeta exclaimed.
"Oh, come on, Vegeta! Please, what does it trouble you? Besides, they're your friends as well…" Bulma pleaded.
"My friends?! Good joke! Since when do I have any friends, woman? I said I have nothing to celebrate! I won't be here tonight and that's it!" he barked.
"Do it for Trunks then! The boy would be very excited if you were home tonight, especially since Goten and his family are coming as well!"
Great, just what Vegeta needed to hear, both of Kakarot's brats and his intolerable wife would be coming. "That's exactly why I'm not going to be here, so he realizes there is no point in celebrating such nonsense!" the angry Saiyan lashed out.
"You don't plan to spend any Christmas with us? You've been here more than enough time to know that on Earth, Christmas is spent with the family. Besides, I'm not even asking you for much, just to spend Christmas Eve with your family! And even if you don't believe in it or think it's stupid, you should stay home and try to have fun like everyone else! Stop being such a reclusive, Vegeta! Enough already! Change!" now Bulma lashed out.
"That's what I say! ENOUGH OF THIS USLESS JUNK!" Vegeta shouted as he sent a Ki wave which completely obliterated all Christmas decorations in the room.
"V-Vegeta…" Bulma gasped in shock at her husband's reaction. Sure, she knew how grumpy he usually was more than anyone else, but she'd never seen him react like this to something that seemed so simple. Could he really hate Christmas that much?
"Save your lecture, woman. I'm out!" the Saiyan Prince exclaimed as he walked out of the room and towards his personal gravity chamber outside, so he could train until the next day where everything would hopefully have calmed down already.
He managed to get there before going crazy with those silly Christmas carols being sang, but his surprise was big when he saw that even his gravity chamber was full of decorations. No doubt Bulma had ordered her robots to decorate everywhere and they had obeyed, a little too much. That'd been the last straw for Vegeta. His training room, his own personal space away from everyone else, full of those ridiculous Christmas decorations! He felt violated to be sincere.
Enough was enough, he needed to get away from everyone, and he especially needed to get away from all this Christmas stuff. He tore apart every ornament in the chamber and destroyed them like he had done with the decorations inside, before taking off and flying towards a distant location.
It was already late in night when he arrived at the mountains. He usually came around here when he had to get away from Bulma's constant nagging or after they had a fight, which was more often than not. He lowered his Ki as he entered the cave so no one could detect him, he didn't want anyone else bothering him about this Christmas. What did make it so special anyways? It was just another night. What was there to celebrate? Those silly humans…
Whatever, he wasn't in a thinking mood anyways, all he wanted to do right now was sleep. That argument with Bulma probably had probably tired him out. Whenever that woman started giving a lecture, there was no way to stop her…
He had already closed his eyes and was half asleep in a futon he made with dry branches, leaves and feathers, when suddenly he heard mutterings, like someone was speaking to him from a great distance. "Vegetaaaaa!" a hovering voice called. Vegeta tried to ignore it and silence it with a grunt, but the mystery voice continued. "Vegetaaaaa!"
The Saiyan Prince tried to roll over and continue to sleep, but the voice wouldn't shut up. "Come on Vegeta! Wake up!" Strangely enough, there seemed to something annoyingly familiar about this particular voice. After some minutes, Vegeta finally gave in and rolled back, slowly opening his eyes, only to find the pallid figure of his former partner in crime, Nappa, entering the cave.
Vegeta grunted again before closing his eyes. 'It's just Nappa returning from somewhere…' he thought for a second, before his eyes shot back open upon realizing what he just thought. "N-Nappa?!" he exclaimed as he stood up from the futon, effectively realizing that his fellow Saiyan and former bodyguard was standing there in front of him. Or rather floating, since instead of his legs a ghostly tail was at the end of his body. He was also very pale, so pale in fact Vegeta was sure he could actually see right through his body. But there was no mistaking that face he had known so well over the years.
"Hey Vegeta!" the ghostly figure saluted with a trademark smirk.
"This is impossible! I killed you years ago!" Vegeta exclaimed, remembering how his first time arriving on Earth had gone, and how he had disposed of his henchman after he'd been defeated by that bonehead Kakarot.
"Oh you did… and I haven't forgotten you for that one yet. But good news is, it's Christmas! A time to forgive and forget!" the ghostly Nappa exclaimed, now sounding much more like the actual Nappa he remembered from his days as a mercenary.
"What the hell does that mean? We don't even celebrate Christmas, Nappa! We're Saiyans!" Vegeta exclaimed, while also wondering what kind of weird dream was he having on this cave. Had some kind of weird insect bitten him or something while he was sleeping?
"Well, neither do Jews, but they can still get in the holidays spirit, right?" the ghost Nappa responded.
"What?" Vegeta asked totally baffled, not even knowing what these Jews were. Some weird kind of alien race? He restrained himself from asking, since he didn't want this supposed conversation to last longer than needed. "What do you want, Nappa?" the Prince demanded.
"You see Vegeta, I am a ghoooooost! And I'm haunting youuuuuu!" Nappa exclaimed in a hovering tone once again, trying to sound 'spooky'.
Needless to say, Vegeta wasn't scared at all. "What the hell does that even mean?!"
"Let's just say that some people in the Other World don't like how you been acting during these dates, and trust me, they take this holiday very seriously in that place!" Nappa explained.
"And why do you care? You don't even know what Christmas is!" Vegeta retorted.
"True, but King Yemma told me I could return to the Living World as a ghost for this night. I wasn't sure at first, but then he told me it was to teach you a lesson and I was like 'Hell yeah!' Anything to get away from Hell… you know how that place is? With all those spikes and bats, and those annoying Oni fellows, all the Ginyus are there, and don't even get me started on that Cell guy. You won't believe what he did to the Bloody Pond-" Nappa rambled, but was cut off by a blast of energy, shot by Vegeta himself of course.
"BE GONE NAPPA!" Vegeta shouted as he fired the energy, which completely engulfed Nappa, while also covering the cave in a cloud of smoke. He had restrained himself so as not to blow the entire cave, but the feeling had been just as good as the first time he'd blown Nappa away all those years ago. "Hahahaha! Serves you right, scum!"
"Nice try, but you can't kill what's already dead!" the hovering voice spoke again. No, it couldn't be… but there he was, after all the smoke had dissipated, the ghost of Nappa continued to float where he'd been, without even a single scratch on him.
"Goddammit!" Vegeta angrily exclaimed.
"Listen Vegeta, I don't have much time left. Tonight you'll be visited by three ghosts, spirit entities from your past, present and future. You won't know who they'll be, but they will show you the error of your ways" Nappa explained.
"Spare me the trouble, I just had enough ghostly apparitions with you, moustache mountain" Vegeta grunted.
"Can't do that, unless you embrace the true meaning of Christmas and accept this new life you have here on Earth. You know, spend some time with the family, your lovely wife and your pink-haired kid. Why do you let your kid dye his hair anyways?" Nappa dumbly asked.
"Get lost already you oaf! Go back to hell or wherever you came from!" Vegeta angrily shouted at his former partner.
"Well Vegeta, have fun with the ghosts. I'll see you arouuuuund!" the ghost Nappa said as he started to vanish into the air, until there was absolutely no trace of him whatsoever.
Vegeta stayed there for a moment, frantically looking as if expecting him to still be here around. He tried to sense any nearby energy signatures, but there were none around. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't sense Nappa's energy when he was here anyways. "Bah!" Vegeta shouted, mostly to himself, as he walked back to the end of the cave. It all probably had just been his imagination, or perhaps a weird kind of dream he just had. Nappa was in hell and long dead, and there were no ghosts coming to visit him.
He decided to make a bonfire, so as to make himself more comfortable as he spent the night in this cave. For some reason, the temperature had drastically dropped all of the sudden, almost at the same time that Nappa… nonsense! He decided to close his eyes and go back to sleep, if he hadn't been sleeping already, but just when his mind was finally drifting into unconsciousness, a strange wind bursted into the cave, blowing off the fire he had made.
He was about to curse when he heard a weird kind of laughter, something hovering like he'd heard before with Nappa, and something as familiar. 'No, it can't be…' Vegeta thought as he remembered where he had heard that laughter before, many times to be quite precise.
"Oh my, my! Vegeta, how long is it been? Happy Frieza Day by the way…" the voice said as the tyrant of the same name suddenly appeared out of thin air, the same way Nappa had vanished before.
"Frieza?! But you're dead! I saw you die with my own eyes!" Vegeta exclaimed in disbelief as he remembered when Future Trunks had slashed Frieza in two all those years ago, before cutting him into pieces and disintegrated them. There was absolutely no way possible for the space lord to still be alive. Then he realized something: Frieza's legs were missing and, just like with Nappa, there was a ghostly tail instead of them. Also, just like Nappa, Frieza was very pale. Even if his fourth form was white, he was so pale that Vegeta could see through him.
"Funny how I can say the same about you and yet you're the one alive, I don't know how that works…" Frieza retorted as he reminded Vegeta of when he had been killed by him on Namek.
Vegeta let an angry grunt at this. "What do you want?" he demanded.
"I've come to teach you about the most wonderful and important holiday of them all… Frieza Day!" Frieza cheered in his own smug and aristocratic way.
"You gotta be kidding me…" the Saiyan muttered.
"Friezaaaa! You're in breach of contraaaaaaact! You want King Yemma to know about this?" Nappa's hovering voice suddenly sounded throughout the cave.
"Ugh, fine!" Frieza responded to the ceiling. "This truly is hell for me…" the former emperor muttered. He then turned back to talk to his former subordinate. "Anyways Vegeta, I'm serving as the Ghost of Christmas Past for you, so grab my hand and let's take a look at your past" Frieza said as he extended his hand for Vegeta to take it.
"What?! Are you out of your mind?! Why would I take your hand, or even trust you for that matter! You've said it yourself, you've killed me before!" the Saiyan Prince questioned.
"Look monkey, my patience is wearing thin. You don't like me-" Frieza said before being interrupted.
"I hate you!" Vegeta corrected.
"And I despise you!" Frieza shouted back. "But my point is, neither one enjoys the other's company, so let's cooperate to make this as quickly as possible" the alien reasoned as he extended his hand once again.
Vegeta just stared at his former master, shooting daggers at him before sighing. "Fine, as long as I don't have to see your face again after this…" he finally relented and, after a moment of hesitation, finally took the tyrant's hand, the two instantly teleporting to a different location.