Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Isn't Easy Being Evil ❯ Chapter Six: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus ( Chapter 6 )
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By: ZelAndPiccoloFreak 
Christmas time... need I say more?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.05.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 237 | Status: Completed
Christmas time... need I say more?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.05.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 237 | Status: Completed
Author's Note: In this story, I do have excessive swearing. If you get offended by certain words, don't read this. Also this story will be getting to a point where it is not suitable for children. I have no idea how far I will go until I go so... you have been forwarned.
It Isn't Easy Being Evil
This story is an alternate universe story. It is written using Piccolo's point of view. Pretend Piccolo is fighting Frieza before his final form. What if there was another member of the ginyu force who wasn't too happy with Frieza? And what if they wanted revenge… at any cost?
Episode 6: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
Christmas, a bizarre holiday. I can't imagine that woman would allow me to come to her house. She thinks of me as a monster who stole away her son.
Anyways, after we spar, Gohan takes me to his home. And immediately Chi-chi yells at both of us.
"I told you, you could bring some friends! I didn't expect you to bring him!" Chi-chi points at me.
"But mom! Mister Piccolo is my best friend!" Gohan starts using the teary eyes… he is too good at that.
"He is a monster!"
"Gohan, if I am not welcome, I shall be going."
"Then let's go to Bulma's party!" Gohan looks at his mother.
"If you are back by nine."
Boy, she caved in easy, wait, Bulma's party! "No way! I'm not going to that party!"
Gohan gives me the same pathetic face, "But Mr. Piccolo."
"Stop it!"
"Pleeeeease!" Gohan pleads, clasping his hands under his chin.
"NO!"
"PLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEASSSE!"
"Fine."
Gohan and I head to Capsule Corp. On the way, Gohan starts interegating.
"So what do you think of Miss Krystana?"
"You know what I think about her. She is annoying, self-centered, all high and mighty! She is a complete bitch."
"But… she seems nice to me. I mean she hasn't hurt anyone and… she is pretty… don't you think so?"
"I haven't noticed."
"Mr. Piccolo! You like her! You're face is turning purple."
"I'm angry." I try to cover up my blush, why am I blushing? I really do hate her.
"Sure you are." Gohan giggles, "You should give her a present for Christmas."
"Present? Gohan, I really hate her! I do! She is a brat!"
"Sure! You totally dig her! I mean you-"
"SHUT UP! I HATE HER!"
We arrive at the party. Bulma answers the door, wearing a red dress and a Santa cap.
"Hi, my mom said I could come… she wasn't keen on the idea of me bringing Mr. Piccolo home."
"Well, come in. Green men are definitely welcome here!" Bulma chuckles.
We enter the extremely decorated complex. All the Nameks are having a good time. And then I spot her. Bulma must have dressed her and did her makeup.
She has a very short and very revealing red dress, it leaves very little to the imagination… not that I am imagining anything! She has ruby red lips and her tail sways as she sits… on Vegeta's lap? What the hell is she doing sitting on HIS lap?
Vegeta is wearing a suit and Krystana is straightening his tie, while she sits on his lap. Krystana is smiling and laughing. God, what is she doing? She wanted him dead and now she is playing with him. Her eyes meet mine and she smirks. She totally blows me off by returning her attention to that stupid Saiyain.
"Gohan, I don't want to be here."
"But, Mr. Piccolo!"
"No, kid… not this time… you know how I get sick of parties."
"I see you noticed the 180 in Krystana's attitude." Bulma whispers.
"What do you mean?"
"When she came back today… she starting being all kind and gentle… She is smiling a lot."
"Really?" I smirk.
#She changed for you! Go claim her!#
'Fuck no.' I smile evilly, 'First… we will have some fun.'
"Come on, Mr. Piccolo!" Gohan drags me in the middle of the crowd.
Vegeta seems to be enjoying Krystana on his lap, a little too much. Krystana gets up to get a drink from the punch bowl. I sneak up behind her.
"Hello there, Krystie." I growl in her ear.
She turns quickly, flinging the punch all over me face, "What the fuck! What are you trying to do, kill me?"
I wipe the punch from my face, "Precisely."
She punches my chest, weakly, "Don't do that again! I mean really… if you haven't jump started my heart enough! You fucking dropped me and now you are sneaking up on me… that's twice today!"
"You need to learn to figure out when I am coming."
"No one can figure you out."
Vegeta walks up, "Does it really take that long to get a damn drink for me?"
"Sorry," Krystana quickly makes the punch and hands it to him, "I will be back in a minute."
Vegeta shrugs and returns to the couch.
"You got him a drink? What are you doing?" I fold my arms.
Krystan's face goes from lavender to purple, "Why do you care?"
"Well… I… um… I don't." I growl.
#Smooth.#
"Then mind your own business!" She begins to return to the smug prince when my arm suddenly shoots out, almost on it's own free will. My hand grabs her wrist turning her to me and pulling her violently closer to me.
"Don't speak to me like that!" I snarl as I hold her wrist in such a way a wrist should not bend.
"Don't! It hurts, Piccolo!"
"Hey! Mister Piccolo! You're under the mistletoe." Gohan smiles pointing over our heads.
We both look up to find the small green weed attached to the ceiling and hanging down close over our heads.
"Bulma told me of this tradition. We are supposed to kiss." Her face is purple, is she blushing? No, she's probably just still pissed.
"Like hell." I release her wrist.
Before I could further my protest, Krystana grabs my gi and yanks me down to her. She locks her lips with mine. I feel her tongue trace my lips asking for entrance.
I shove her away.
"You bitch!" I wipe my mouth and I can feel my cheeks burn.
"I think you enjoyed that, Pickles." Krystana grins as she stands from where I threw her.
"You whore! Keep away from my! Slut! Just leave me be!" I storm off enraged.
Krystana shouts after me, "Whose the stalker, now?"
"Bitch." I grunt.
#Wow! You really did enjoy that! Your heart is beating a mile a minute!#
'Did not!'
#Liar, you are in love! I think I am, too. She is so hot!#
'Oh, just shut up." I sigh, mentally and physically.
#Not this time! You need to admit these feelings!#
'I hate her… those ARE my feelings!#
#Then why are you blushing, tough guy?#
'I am humiliated… and angry! She embarrassed me and I allowed her to!'
#Then why aren't you leaving?#
'Gohan… he invited me.'
#What an excuse!#
Gohan walks up and puts his hand in mine, "Mr. Piccolo, are you alright? I'm sorry… I shouldn't have said anything. She can be a real bitch."
I grin, Chi-chi is going to be pissed if Gohan uses that word around her, "Fine. I'm fine… just flustered, kid. I shouldn't have let my guard down. I need to be going… oh, and don't use those words around your mother. She will obviously assume I taught them to you."
"But, you did teach them to me, sensei." Gohan looks at me innocently.
"Just don't use them."
"Alright."
I turn to leave and Gohan stops me, "Mr. Piccolo."
I turn back to face the happy boy, "Yeah, kid."
"Merry Christmas."
"Back at ya." I fly off, I know by just acknowledging the kid I have made his Christmas. Gohan needs me while his father is gone. But truthfully, I am the one who needs him. He gives me a purpose and I… really care about the kid.
****That's the end of Episode Six. Let me know what you think. Give me some reviews.****
It Isn't Easy Being Evil
This story is an alternate universe story. It is written using Piccolo's point of view. Pretend Piccolo is fighting Frieza before his final form. What if there was another member of the ginyu force who wasn't too happy with Frieza? And what if they wanted revenge… at any cost?
Episode 6: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
Christmas, a bizarre holiday. I can't imagine that woman would allow me to come to her house. She thinks of me as a monster who stole away her son.
Anyways, after we spar, Gohan takes me to his home. And immediately Chi-chi yells at both of us.
"I told you, you could bring some friends! I didn't expect you to bring him!" Chi-chi points at me.
"But mom! Mister Piccolo is my best friend!" Gohan starts using the teary eyes… he is too good at that.
"He is a monster!"
"Gohan, if I am not welcome, I shall be going."
"Then let's go to Bulma's party!" Gohan looks at his mother.
"If you are back by nine."
Boy, she caved in easy, wait, Bulma's party! "No way! I'm not going to that party!"
Gohan gives me the same pathetic face, "But Mr. Piccolo."
"Stop it!"
"Pleeeeease!" Gohan pleads, clasping his hands under his chin.
"NO!"
"PLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEASSSE!"
"Fine."
Gohan and I head to Capsule Corp. On the way, Gohan starts interegating.
"So what do you think of Miss Krystana?"
"You know what I think about her. She is annoying, self-centered, all high and mighty! She is a complete bitch."
"But… she seems nice to me. I mean she hasn't hurt anyone and… she is pretty… don't you think so?"
"I haven't noticed."
"Mr. Piccolo! You like her! You're face is turning purple."
"I'm angry." I try to cover up my blush, why am I blushing? I really do hate her.
"Sure you are." Gohan giggles, "You should give her a present for Christmas."
"Present? Gohan, I really hate her! I do! She is a brat!"
"Sure! You totally dig her! I mean you-"
"SHUT UP! I HATE HER!"
We arrive at the party. Bulma answers the door, wearing a red dress and a Santa cap.
"Hi, my mom said I could come… she wasn't keen on the idea of me bringing Mr. Piccolo home."
"Well, come in. Green men are definitely welcome here!" Bulma chuckles.
We enter the extremely decorated complex. All the Nameks are having a good time. And then I spot her. Bulma must have dressed her and did her makeup.
She has a very short and very revealing red dress, it leaves very little to the imagination… not that I am imagining anything! She has ruby red lips and her tail sways as she sits… on Vegeta's lap? What the hell is she doing sitting on HIS lap?
Vegeta is wearing a suit and Krystana is straightening his tie, while she sits on his lap. Krystana is smiling and laughing. God, what is she doing? She wanted him dead and now she is playing with him. Her eyes meet mine and she smirks. She totally blows me off by returning her attention to that stupid Saiyain.
"Gohan, I don't want to be here."
"But, Mr. Piccolo!"
"No, kid… not this time… you know how I get sick of parties."
"I see you noticed the 180 in Krystana's attitude." Bulma whispers.
"What do you mean?"
"When she came back today… she starting being all kind and gentle… She is smiling a lot."
"Really?" I smirk.
#She changed for you! Go claim her!#
'Fuck no.' I smile evilly, 'First… we will have some fun.'
"Come on, Mr. Piccolo!" Gohan drags me in the middle of the crowd.
Vegeta seems to be enjoying Krystana on his lap, a little too much. Krystana gets up to get a drink from the punch bowl. I sneak up behind her.
"Hello there, Krystie." I growl in her ear.
She turns quickly, flinging the punch all over me face, "What the fuck! What are you trying to do, kill me?"
I wipe the punch from my face, "Precisely."
She punches my chest, weakly, "Don't do that again! I mean really… if you haven't jump started my heart enough! You fucking dropped me and now you are sneaking up on me… that's twice today!"
"You need to learn to figure out when I am coming."
"No one can figure you out."
Vegeta walks up, "Does it really take that long to get a damn drink for me?"
"Sorry," Krystana quickly makes the punch and hands it to him, "I will be back in a minute."
Vegeta shrugs and returns to the couch.
"You got him a drink? What are you doing?" I fold my arms.
Krystan's face goes from lavender to purple, "Why do you care?"
"Well… I… um… I don't." I growl.
#Smooth.#
"Then mind your own business!" She begins to return to the smug prince when my arm suddenly shoots out, almost on it's own free will. My hand grabs her wrist turning her to me and pulling her violently closer to me.
"Don't speak to me like that!" I snarl as I hold her wrist in such a way a wrist should not bend.
"Don't! It hurts, Piccolo!"
"Hey! Mister Piccolo! You're under the mistletoe." Gohan smiles pointing over our heads.
We both look up to find the small green weed attached to the ceiling and hanging down close over our heads.
"Bulma told me of this tradition. We are supposed to kiss." Her face is purple, is she blushing? No, she's probably just still pissed.
"Like hell." I release her wrist.
Before I could further my protest, Krystana grabs my gi and yanks me down to her. She locks her lips with mine. I feel her tongue trace my lips asking for entrance.
I shove her away.
"You bitch!" I wipe my mouth and I can feel my cheeks burn.
"I think you enjoyed that, Pickles." Krystana grins as she stands from where I threw her.
"You whore! Keep away from my! Slut! Just leave me be!" I storm off enraged.
Krystana shouts after me, "Whose the stalker, now?"
"Bitch." I grunt.
#Wow! You really did enjoy that! Your heart is beating a mile a minute!#
'Did not!'
#Liar, you are in love! I think I am, too. She is so hot!#
'Oh, just shut up." I sigh, mentally and physically.
#Not this time! You need to admit these feelings!#
'I hate her… those ARE my feelings!#
#Then why are you blushing, tough guy?#
'I am humiliated… and angry! She embarrassed me and I allowed her to!'
#Then why aren't you leaving?#
'Gohan… he invited me.'
#What an excuse!#
Gohan walks up and puts his hand in mine, "Mr. Piccolo, are you alright? I'm sorry… I shouldn't have said anything. She can be a real bitch."
I grin, Chi-chi is going to be pissed if Gohan uses that word around her, "Fine. I'm fine… just flustered, kid. I shouldn't have let my guard down. I need to be going… oh, and don't use those words around your mother. She will obviously assume I taught them to you."
"But, you did teach them to me, sensei." Gohan looks at me innocently.
"Just don't use them."
"Alright."
I turn to leave and Gohan stops me, "Mr. Piccolo."
I turn back to face the happy boy, "Yeah, kid."
"Merry Christmas."
"Back at ya." I fly off, I know by just acknowledging the kid I have made his Christmas. Gohan needs me while his father is gone. But truthfully, I am the one who needs him. He gives me a purpose and I… really care about the kid.
****That's the end of Episode Six. Let me know what you think. Give me some reviews.****