Author's Note:-
So I sort of gave up on Generation 3, because after going through more of my old sketches I didn't really like any enough to upload them, and I've been so focused on Demonic Love I haven't had time to write any fresh sketches, but... years ago I did start writing a Christmas party fic (which inspired me to write A Night Of Hell recently). I never managed to complete the fic, but seeing as it's Christmas and I actually like a lot of what's been written so far, I thought it'd be a good idea to upload as much of it as I can. So... I hope you like it! Please R&R!
In the Son house of the girls' universe, Pipi was checking the guest list for their Christmas party.
"So that's us, the kids, Nanapa, Raidisha, Yasa, Boxas, Panties…" Pipi sighed. "And everyone else that can't fit in here. I told you not to invite so many people, Goka!"
"But I didn't!" Karita protested, just as Raidisha leaned back in her chair to look at Pipi, with a wide grin plastered across her face.
"Hahaha." Raidisha beamed. Pipi glared at Karita.
"And I told you to keep her away from people!" He barked.
"Pi-kun, don't worry." Raidisha said, waving a hand, and she called over, "Hey, Ya-sama! Come here a second."
"I'm going to train." Yasa answered from near the door.
"Wait, I'll come too –"
"In a minute, come here first." Raidisha interrupted Karita, and grabbed her.
Yasa looked over at Raidisha.
"What is it?" She demanded.
"Come here." Raidisha smiled.
"Tell me now." Yasa growled.
"No no, you have to come over." Raidisha insisted.
"I'm not coming." Yasa said stubbornly, folding her arms.
"Ya-sama, it's important!" Raidisha whined. Yasa hesitated, then finally let out a sigh and surrendered.
"Fine." She uttered, approaching Raidisha. "What do you want?"
"Can we have the party at your place?" Raidisha asked.
"Baka! Why couldn't you just ask me that before?" Yasa snapped.
"I wanted to see if you'd come when I called you." Raidisha replied.
"You didn't call me!" Yasa screamed. She started scratching at Raidisha wildly, her face burning with anger.
"Stop it!" Pipi barked, batting the two women away from each other. "I'm going to ask Boxas if he doesn't mind us holding the party at Capsule Corps."
"Wait, Pi-kun!" Raidisha cried.
"What?" Pipi seethed, narrowing his eyes at Raidisha.
"Instead of bothering him, I know a place that's totally huge, even bigger than Capsule Corps!" Raidisha exclaimed.
Yasa stopped, and looked at her in confusion.
"And if we use this place we'll get all the free food and drink we want!" Raidisha continued enthusiastically.
"Really? Where?" Pipi blinked.
"Does that mean I don't have to cook?" Karita asked, suddenly remembering that Pipi had made her promise to cook Christmas dinner this year.
"Yeah! Hold on, let me phone him." Raidisha nodded. She pulled out her cell phone and dialled the number.
Within a few minutes, somewhere in the dark depths of hell, the phone of a large makeshift palace started ringing.
"Hello?" The palace's chief occupant answered.
"Hey, Fri-kun!" Raidisha greeted him from her home in the female world of the living.
"Nani?" Yasa blinked, looking at her.
"Guess what! We're all coming to your place for Christmas!" Raidisha declared.
"Christmas? What's that?" Frieza asked from the other end of the phone.
"You don't know what Christmas is?" Raidisha uttered. "Okay, you come to us instead!"
"Nani!" Yasa roared.
"Okay, bye –"
"Wait – Raidisha!" Frieza gasped, catching her.
"What?" Raidisha asked.
"… Should I bring some wine?" Frieza questioned.
"Yeah, bring it all." Raidisha nodded, and hung up the phone. She turned to the others and grinned. "Fri-kun's coming to us for Christmas."
Yasa stood there with her arms folded and her fists clenched, shaking in rage as she spoke slowly through gritted teeth, giving Raidisha the coldest, darkest glare she had ever formed.
"Why. Did you. Invite. Him?"
"Good point… After what he did to King Vegeta…" Raidisha mumbled.
"Oh, so you remembered, did you?" Yasa seethed.
"One moment!" Raidisha said and started dialling again while Yasa muttered something offensive in saiyan.
Raidisha smiled as she spoke into the phone.
"Hi, Vegeta?"
"Nani!" Yasa shrieked.
"We're having a Christmas party over here, do you wanna come?" Raidisha spoke. "… … Uh huh. … … On Monday. Mm. Okay, see ya then!" She hung up.
"Please don't tell me you just invited King Vegeta." Yasa growled.
"Don't worry. I won't." Raidisha winked. Yasa let out a groan.
"Raidisha… Why?" She whined.
"If we get bored, we can make them fight." Raidisha replied.
"Ooo, good idea! Cheap entertainment!" Nanapa grinned, walking into the room just in time to catch the conversation.
"It's a shame I'm not that simple… Maybe if I was I could have fun all the time too." Yasa sighed.
"Yasa…" Karita put a warm hand on Yasa's shoulder and offered her a supportive smile. "Don't worry about it." She said. Yasa looked at her in confusion.
"Don't worry?" She frowned.
"Since it's Christmas, I'll share some of my simplicity with you." Karita nodded. Yasa shook a little, the exploded into a series of vicious attacks as she screamed,
"Baka!"
Meanwhile in hell, Frieza once again answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi – what are you wearing to the Christmas party?" King Vegeta's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"I don't know… What are you wearing?" Frieza replied.
"I'm not sure – is it a casual party or formal?" King Vegeta asked.
"I only spoke to Raidisha and she didn't say anything…" Frieza uttered. "Let me ask her – I'll call you back."
"Okay." King Vegeta nodded, and Frieza hung up.
King Vegeta waited for a few minutes, then his phone started to ring.
"Hello?" He answered.
"They're all wearing Christmas outfits." Frieza said.
"What's that?" King Vegeta frowned.
"She said it's a red outfit." Frieza replied.
"Red…?" King Vegeta repeated. "That's good, I look good in red."
"Mm, so did your wife." Frieza purred. King Vegeta smirked.
"Yeah, I know." He said. "She had this red corset… actually I think it was the only red thing she had apart from her cape."
"Oh yeah, the cape as well. I forgot about that." Frieza uttered.
"What?" King Vegeta blinked.
"Um… See you at the party!" Frieza squealed.
"Wait –" King Vegeta cried, but Frieza hung up before he could speak another word.