Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A DBZ Carol ❯ Carolers and Findings ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: HEY MINNA-SAN AND MINNA-CHAN! yYu better like this story 'cuz I've been writing it since October fifth! OR ELSE… XP

Shitaa: Calm down, MK!

MK: Oh yea! This is my muse, all Saiyan and she still has her tail. Her name's pronounced Shee-ta. Not Shi-ta.

So now you're thinking Oh, it's another crappy story, and MK has copied the whole book and put it in one chapter and replaced the characters' name with the DBZ characters' name. WELL YOU'RE WRONG!

Shitaa: -_-; How do you even know that they're gonna think that?

MK: I have no idea… But still I have the characters act out this thing and I'm going to have more than one chapter!!! I'M SOOO EXCITED!

Shitaa: O_O; Oookkay…

MK: Now you can start reading. WAIT!

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, which has the smartest and cutest person in the universe (Gohan =P) and has the most-easy-to-make-fun-of-person in the universe (Vegeta ^__^;;).

A DBZ Carol

By MysticK5456

Chapter 1: Carolers and Findings

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Christmas was in the air. People's spirits were high and joyful as they sang carols form door to door and decorated their homes in red, green, white and gold. And who could be in higher spirits than the Z senshi?

Goku and Gohan went out into the woods to blast *er-hem* chop down a pine tree for their family room. And when they would return, Chi Chi would have a hot, huge dinner ready for them. Master Roshi decorated his Kame house with Porn pictures from the Internet, with either a red or green background. Krillin helped his daughter Maron put the star on top of the Christmas tree, crashing down afterwards while Number 18 decorated the fireplace with mistletoe. Trunks, Goten, and Bra looked all over their house for toys and presents their moms have hidden. Mr. Satan took pictures of himself in a Santa suit with Videl in an Elf suit, completely embarrassed, for Christmas cards and such. And Bulma was thinking of something special to do for Christmas.

There was only one person who wasn't very joyful. That person was, the one and only, the favorite Saiyajin no Ouji of All Time, (shall I say more?) Vegeta.

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DING DONG! The doorbell rang loudly. Vegeta stopped training in the Gravity Room and shouted, "WOMAN! GET THE BLASTED DOOR!" He waited for the sound of his wife shouting angrily back at him, and then hear her running down the stairs to answer it. Bulma did not reply, and she did not run down the stairs. The bell rang another three times more until Vegeta couldn't stand it anymore. He left his beautiful GR and went straight for the door as it rang another six times. "Damn Onna, doesn't know when to open the blasted door," he mumbled as he turned the knob and opened it.

And right in front of him were four little children, wrapped up in scarves and winter hats and gloves, holding sheets of paper. In the distance were their mothers, waiting for them to sing in their high out-of-tune voices. As soon as they started to sing the first few words, "Silent night, holy night. All is calm-" they were cut off by a loud growl coming from Vegeta. Those first few words combined with their voices were enough to make him very, very angry.

They screamed loudly, making Vegeta cover his ears with pain, and ran away crying out, "Mommy! The ugly man's scaring me!"

Vegeta started to growl harshly but softly, baring his teeth. 'UGLY! Why how dare you little ingrates!' he thought, charging a ki blast into his hand. He was about to shoot until Bulma (referred to 'The Woman/Onna to Vegeta) rudely interrupted him.

"VEGETA!" she screamed, making the Saiyajin no Ouji wince. He stopped charging his blast, slowly crossing his arms.

Bulma hurriedly rushed out into the cold air to the mothers, who were staring in horror at Vegeta with their scared-half-to-death children clinging onto their legs. "I am so sorry," Bulma apologized. "My husband isn't in a very good mood right now because he left his room."

One of the mothers asked, "And what, may I ask, is this room of his?"

"Oh, you know!" Bulma said. "It's his… SPORTS ROOM! It's where the big screen TV is, and he was in the middle of a football {1} game."

Another mother asked Bulma, in a shaky voice, "W-what was t-that light h-he was holding in h-his h-h-hands?"

Bulma thought for a moment and said, "I'm sorry well it's a little chilly out here I have to go good night!" and she ran towards the door.

"But you still didn't answer my-" she was cut off by the loud SLAM of the door. "-question," the mother ended.

Meanwhile, inside the house…

"Vegeta!" Bulma exclaimed. "I'm surprised at you! You were about to kill a bunch of caroling kids! They were just going to sing one little Christmas song."

He looked at her awkwardly. "Sing?! Did that sound like singing to you, Woman? It sounded like they were screaming their heads off to make me deaf!"

Bulma sighed. "You Saiyans with your sharp hearing… Well, I'm sorry that I didn't answer the door. I was busy looking online on something special I could do for the Christmas season. And I finally figured what I should do!"

"Well, Onna, don't just stand around here all day tell me!"

Bulma sweat-dropped. "He is so rude," she mumbled to herself. "Well I decided--"

"What did you decide, Mom?" a certain purple/light purple-haired boy asked from the upstairs balcony. Trunks had then jumped from it, landing onto his feet.

"Yeah, Mommy, what did you decided?" asked Bra. She slid down the stairs railing then slipped, landing on her behind, or butt, or ass, or whatever you wanna call it. "OOF!" she said, rubbing her behind.

Trunks sweat-dropped and put his hands on his hips as he looked at his sister. "Bra, you need more practice," he said. He then turned around to his mom and asked again, "What did you decide, Mom?"

"Yeah, Mommy, what did you decide?" Bra asked again, already off the floor and onto her feet.

"Bra, stop asking the same question as me!"

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TOO!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TOO!"

"DID N-"

"ENOUGH ALREADY!" Vegeta shouted, already on the verge of becoming deaf. The two Chibis silenced immediately.

"Well!" Bulma exclaimed. "Can I now say what I decided, before you two start again?"

"Yes," they replied, bowing their heads somewhat shamefully.

"Well, I decided that we should do a play," Bulma stated.

"Do a play of what, Mom?" asked Trunks.

"We're are going to do the classical "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens."

Bra squealed with delight. "Ooh, ooh, I LOVE THAT STORY MOMMY!" Bra said happily. "Is it about the mean old man and the ghosts and the spirits and the little boy and the mean old man?"

"Yeah, Bra it is," Trunks said, matter-of-factly. "I read that story in school and we had to take a test on it and I got an A+ on it! So I know everything about that story!"

Oblivious to what Trunks was saying, Bra started to hop up and down cheerfully. "Aren't you excited, Papa," she asked Vegeta. "WE GET TO DO A PLAY!"

Vegeta asked, "What the hell is Christmas Carol?"

Bra stopped hopping and looked at her father. "It's about a mean old man who learns about the true meaning of Christmas," she said. "Haven't you read about is, Papa?"

"I haven't… Princess {2}," he replied, a little reluctantly at the word 'princess'.

"Well, you'll know tomorrow, because everyone's going to audtion for it! We're having our first rehearsal the morning after next," Bulma said. "It's late. Come on, kids, time for bed. You need your sleep for tomorrow's rehearsal. You too, Vegeta."

"I am a warrior, I don't need sleep!" Vegeta exclaimed tenaciously.

"If you don't," she threatened him, "I'm going to disable the GR. And I won't turn it back on for a month."

Vegeta growled, then he said, "Hmph {3}!" and walked up the stairs into his room.

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A/N: This is yet another one of my attempts for a fanfic. My goal for this chapter is to get at least five to ten reviews. If I don't, maybe I'll give up on it. And if you like this story a lot (hopefully) I won't have the next chappie out really soon. So you have to be patient, 'cuz I write slowly so that it's good.

Oh yeah, have I also mentioned that this is my first B/V? I guess not…

{1} The kind of football game I was talking about is what England and Australia call soccer. I think everyone knows that.

{2} HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA! I'm sorry, but I just find that really funny. He acts very OOC… probably he's been through 7 or 10 Christmases and has never heard of that story once…

{3} In DBGT Episode 25 (if you have seen it) Vegeta makes that sound after Goten doesn't notice that he shaved his mustache. If anyone knows what you call that sound just put it in the review.

Those who want the romance of B/V will have to be patient because it won't be out for another 8 chapters or less… LOL

I also declare this the longest chapter I have ever written.

Also read some of Ice Angel's sand Ren-chan's stuff on fanfiction.net:

Where do I Belong? By Ice Angel

What I think is a great angst fic, it's about Gohan exploding in Radditz's spaceship but survives. A family, who practices martial arts, finds him. But Gohan has amnesia. This family then adopts Gohan, and as he grows up, he wonders why his family has abandoned him.

I'd give it a billion stars out of ten.

I haven't really read any of Ren-chan's stuff because I'm not very interested into G/CC ^_^;. If you like G/CC romance then you can look at her stuff too. I'm pretty sure she's a great author.

When you review (and I know you will… hehehehe), please leave a comment or advice to improve the story or anything else. I will accept flames, and if and when I have too many flames I won't accept them anymore.

JA NE WORLD! GOHAN'S MINE! HAHAHAHAHA!