Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Great Christmas Play ❯ The Great Christmas Play ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]
Rhiamon, Tristan, Cadell and Arienne are characters copywrited to Klara_in_flares from her "Black Flowers' story. I sadly do not own any of them *sniff, sniff* Marron, Vegeta and any other DBZ/GT characters belong to funimation. The Director, however, is mine to do what ever I like with Mwahahahahahahahaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Great Christmas Play
Rhiamon and Marron are standing under mistletoe
Tristan:(reading straight from script) Oh look everybody, Rhiamon and Marron are standing under mistletoe. Now they must kiss.
Cadell:(also reading from script)Oh my! How romantic! Don't they just make the sweetest couple?! I can't wait for the wedding!
Arienne:(looking at Tristan's script)I agree, they look so beautiful together! I wish I had a camera with me! That way I could take photos of my little boy all grown up!
Director:CUT!!!
*Cadell collapses from extreme trauma*
*Tristan collapses in a fit of laughter*
*Arienne, weighted down by a giant sweatdrop, falls over*
Vegeta:Weakling
*Vegeta sees mistletoe and backs away slowly off set in fear*
*Rhiamon and Marron disappear before they have to redo their part of the scene*

Later when our humble, patient, pacifist BF friends are having a nice placid chat with the director...

Cadell:Who the hell swapped my script with Mrs. Briefs'???
Director:*clears throat nervously* Um, Cadell, Sir, it's meant to be like that*tries not to shake as the far windows begin to crack*
Cadell:Why I ever agreed to do this ####### thing in the first place is far beyond me...
Tristan:*smiles innocently*Wasn't it because Rayne and Eira were going to tell Chi Chi and Bulma about that little incident with the...*shuts up to stare at the porn magazine Cadell shoved into his hands*
Arienne:*sweetly*Now that that little dilemma is cleared up, which one of you low-life idiots switched my lines for Bra's?
Tristan:*Mumbles something inaudible from his magazine*
Arienne:*Looks disgusted*Men!*Hits Tristan over the head before blowing up the magazine*
Tristan:*Falls to the floor in a desperate search for the charred magazine pieces*
Director:Help! Oh please somebody help me! Dear God, what the hell have I done wrong? Why didn't I take the job with Pamela Anderson???