Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Christmas To Remember ❯ Snow Fight! ( Chapter 2 )

Piccolo floated a little bit above the snow-covered ground. He didn't much care for the cold, wet stuff and preferred to stay out it. He could hear voices in he house below him and wondered, briefly, what they were talking about. Not that he couldn't hear them, for the most part, he just didn't know what they were babbling on about.

Someone touched his knee and he looked down into her face. Her eyes were bright with excitement and she had a large red bow taped to the side of her head. Her dark hair fell down past her hips and moved a bit in the breeze. He known her for such a short time, but cared for her very much, probably more than he'd ever cared for any female in his life.

"Emily" He said as he floated down to her. She grinned and pulled a small green bow from the pocket of her jacket. "What are doing?"

"Merry Christmas, Piccolo!" She said as she quickly stuck the bow to the top of his bald green head, right between his two antennae. She kissed his cheek swiftly before rushing away in a tide of laughter. Piccolo paused a moment, reached up and unstuck the green bow from his head, looking at it, then at Emily's retreating back, then back to the bow.

Shrugging, he tossed it to the ground beside him and floated back up into the air, closing his eyes once more.

That girl is insane, He thought, as he drifted off into a meditive state.

***

Chi Chi and Videl sat in the living of her small house, covered in tape and ribbons, brightly hued wrapping paper scattered all over the rug. A warm welcoming fire blazed in the hearth and as the logs crackled and popped soft christmas carols drifted upwards from the stereo in the corner of the room.

Wandering in, holding a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, the girl they had befriended a few months ago came into the room and sat down on the sofa next to Chi Chi. "Can I help?" She asked, taking a tenative sip of her drink, wincing at it's warmth and placing it on the coffee table. Without saying anything, Chi Chi automatically lifted the mug up and shoved a coaster beneath it. "Sorry." Emily shrugged, repeating her question. In answer Videl tossed a box at her and some wrapping paper.

"What's this?" Emily asked, half smiling, she could see Piccolo still floating outside through the window, slowly being covering in the falling snow. She held a box that had a picture of a man wearing a shirt that said; `World's Greatest Dad!' plastered across the front. "For Mr. Satan, Videl?"

"No," Videl laughed, "For Vegeta! From Trunks!"

Emily laughed as well at the image of Vegeta sporting the shirt inside the box she was trying to wrap. She wondered if Trunks knew that was what he was getting his father for christmas. She voiced her question to the two women who shook their heads.

"No, the guys are too busy training and all that to do their own shopping so it's up to us women to buy the appropriate gifts for everyone." Chi Chi explained, and Emily suddenly got a very evil gleam in her dark eyes.

"You ladies want to have some fun?" She asked, trying not to smile and failing horribly. They looked at her and shrugged.

"Why not?" Videl said, to which Chi Chi shrugged, "I'm game!"

Just then, Bulma walked into the room from the outside, she was soaked with snow and flurried fell from her blue-haired head to the floor and melted as they hit the warm ground.

"Someone should really tell Piccolo he's starting to look like a snowdrift," She said by way of greeting, jerking her thumb back over her shoulder towards him, "What are you all looking so pleased about?"

"Just a second." Emily, who'd been watching Piccolo for any sign of life, he couldn't be that into his mediation, could he?, jumped up and ran outside. "Hey!" She yelled at him, too loud and he winced, his ears twitching in pain as he opened one eye and raised one green snow-laden eye-ridge at her, "Get out of the snow. Your starting to disappear."

He grunted, having ignored the annoying fluttering around his form for a long time now, but he was using his ki to fend off the cold, and floated down to the ground. Emily had her hands tucked deep into her pockets as she grinned up at him.

"You interrupted me just to tell me that." He said, looking more than a tad bit irritated. "Why don't you go back inside and finish whatever it is you are planning with the women?"

"Planning?" She tired to look the part of the innocent, shrugging, "I don't know what your talking about, crazy namek!"

Shaking his head, Piccolo took to the sky and flew off, vanishing amid the swiftly falling snow. Probably went off to find someplace to be alone, She thought, she really wished she knew how to fly. Sighing, she turned to go back inside, but was caught off balance by something smacking her hard on the side of the face.

She fell into a bush and struggled to rise. She looked up to see two sets of very determined eyes staring back at her. Arms raised and loaded with a snowball in each one; Goten and Trunks grinned at each other and then at her. "Wait!" She cried, shielding her face with her arms, "Goten...Trunks! Don't you dare...!"

Without waiting for her to finish the boys let their wet, cold missiles fly, catching Emily square in the face at such a short distance. Laughing, they ran off and flew behind the house. "You realize what this means don't you!!" She screamed, pulling herself swiftly to her feet, "Snow fight!!"

A little ways away, he didn't know why, exactly he'd not just flown off in search of a warmer area to meditate in, Piccolo listened as the boys bombard Emily with their surprise attack. She heard her scream out in mock-rage and saw a snowball go flying straight for Trunks, hitting him in the ear with a splat. Chuckling, he watched as Goten dodged and threw another at Emily, which she jumped out of the way of and landed in another bush.

Suddenly, she was gone from the bush and he felt something to the side and slightly behind him. Too late, a snowball smacked him on the back of the head and he spun around in anger to catch his attacker. Emily giggled and ducked behind the side of the house.

Trunks and Goten both looked up at the same time. They spied Piccolo standing there, looking confused and angry and both got the same look in their eyes. Emily ran from her hiding place just in time to join forces with the boys as they advanced on Piccolo.

"Don't you even try it!" Piccolo warned, glowering down at them all, but they ignored it and started throwing snowballs at him from all directions, laughing as he dodged most, but caught a few on a gi and cape. "Don't say I didn't warn you..." He floated up above them a ways and abruptly materialized a huge snowball inbetween his massive arms.

"Hey! No fair!" Trunks cried, looking up at Piccolo, "That's cheating!"

"Yeah!" Goten agreed, "You can't do that!"

Emily, realizing what was about to happen, was trying to slip away unnoticed. However, Piccolo spotted her and formed a small ball from the larger one and launched it at her, hitting her in the side of the head and knocking her down. She rose to her feet, rubbing the back of her head. "Ow! Piccolo, that hurt!"

Instead of answering he threw the huge snowball down and completely covered the two boys, who sputtered and shook and had to crawl up out of the pile, their clothes now completely drenched. Piccolo smirked from the sky and floated back to the ground.

"There." He said, "That ought to teach you not to..."

Splat!

Piccolo growled as wetness trickled into his ear.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

He looked and saw the other three women had left the comfort of the house and were all launching snowballs his way. In fact, they all were! Emily ducked under one snowball tossed by Videl and grabbed Piccolo around the wait, pushing him down into the snow with her weight, which wasn't much, but as the ground was slippery and she'd caught him by surprise, which was something to brag about in and of itself, he went down.

Without warning everyone else jumped on top of Emily, laughing hysterically. Piccolo easily shoved them all off of him and stood up, wiping the melted snow from his face. They had all grown silent, afraid that this time they may have gone too far.

"P-Piccolo...?" Goten asked, reaching out and then backing up a few steps.

"We're sorry!" Trunks cried, fear in his voice, "We didn't mean to make you mad!"

But as he turned around they saw that his eyes held not anger, but something else. "So, how exactly is this game played?" He asked, reaching down and scooping up a handful of snow, packing it tightly into an icy ball, "Like this?" He asked, throwing it fast at Bulma's head, who shrieked about her hair and ran in circles.

After that, it was all out war.

Of course, Piccolo emerged the victor.