7. Namekian Santa Claus




"Gohan! Can you answer the door, please?" Bulma called from the kitchen. They hadn't come out of there since he'd arrived with Videl.


About half an hour ago his little brother and Trunks had slipped past the living room door with conspiratorial appointments and a huge box on their shoulders. If Gohan was honest, he didn't want to know exactly what nonsense these two troublemakers were up to. At the moment it was noticeably quiet and that didn't promise anything good ...


"Clear!" answered Son Gohan belatedly, who had made himself comfortable on the huge sofa in Bulma's living room together with the master of the turtles and Oolong. The two had been pinning their heads together for a while over a magazine that was about the latest technological advances. The magazine must have belonged to Bulma's father and Son Gohan thought he had an inkling of what was inside the magazine, considering that they were holding it the wrong way round and both of them laughed suggestively now and then ...

Meanwhile, Son Gohan had reached the door and opened it. In front of it stood an elderly gentleman completely unknown to him with a large package in his hand.


The man turned out to be the owner of a costume shop from which Bulma had ordered a costume.


When Gohan returned to the living room, he found Bulma there, who - once again - was upset about the master of the turtles. In her hand she was holding a notebook that was definitely not rated for minors, and waved it angrily in front of Oolong's nose.


"That was a gentleman from the costume shop. He said that you ordered a costume, but haven't picked it up yet. Since they had just closed and he was coming to your house on his way home, he brought it to you personally."


"That was clear again!" she immediately started scolding. "Not even the smallest of tasks can do these two failures!"


Son Gohan suspected that it was probably his father and Vegeta who had not yet returned.

"Where they are again!" growled Bulma.


"I'm sure they'll fight someone again and have the last bit of brains beaten out of their pears!" Son Gohan's mother intervened.


Bulma frowned.


"What do we do if the two of them don't show up here at all! Who should put on the costume then?" She looked thoughtfully at Son Gohan. Startled, he took a step back.


"I'm not wearing that costume!" he said horrified.


ChiChi smiled. "Oh, don't you like that ..." Suddenly both women pounced on him and tried to put the costume on him. Fortunately for Son Gohan, the shoulders were too small. Relieved, he sank back on the sofa and now watched somewhat gleefully as Oolong and the Lord of the Turtles were also put into the costume. Nevertheless, the costume did not suit these two either.


Exhausted, ChiChi and Bulma sank onto the sofa."And now?"


Suddenly the doorbell rang again. The two women jumped up relieved. "Luckily! It must be Vegeta and Son Goku!" said Bulma.


"Wait a minute! If I catch them!"


Both ran to the door. A little later they gave an insecure piccolo into the living room. The two women crept around the Namek like beasts of prey. Piccolo looked around nervously. "Hello. I just wanted to stop by for a moment ... What is this about?" he said to ChiChi, who put on the red Santa Claus coat at that moment.


"It fits perfectly!" Bulma said and waved her pants.


Gohan looked at his friend pityingly. It was already too late to escape ...




Goku and Vegeta carefully stalked their way to the living room. The costume rental shop had long been closed by the time they finally got there, and all the other shops were already closed after that.


ChiChi would probably kill him, thought Son Goku.Well, as far as Son Goku remembered, there was no Christmas in the afterlife.


Prepared for anything, the two Sayajins entered the living room. The others were all already sitting on the big sofa and their offspring, who had caused all the trouble, sat like two angels next to their mothers, who glared at the two men. Son Goku scratched his head in embarrassment.


"ChiChi, please don't be angry ... it was like that ... we wanted ..." The mines of the two women grew darker and darker. As a last resort, the two men saw only their secret weapon. "We wanted to get you a present ..."


The two nervously held out the flowers to the women. A thin film of sweat had formed on Goku's forehead, then suddenly the two women jumped up at the same time and hugged the confused men. "That you thought of us!"


They quickly disappeared to get a vase.


Videl stood up with a grin. "But you were lucky again.The best thing is to sit down, the best is yet to come. "


Everyone on the sofa suddenly made a conspiratorial face, but what exactly it meant was only recognized by the two Sayajins when Bulma and ChiChi returned with a stooped figure in a red hooded coat.


"Yes, I'm crazy! You really have a Santa Claus!" Son Goku slipped it out. At that moment the hooded figure lifted its head and glared at the two sayajins. Hidden under a white beard, a green Namekian face peeked out. together with the two pen-like protrusions on Piccolo's head, this Santa Claus was just ridiculous.


Goku didn't have to pull himself together to laugh while Piccolo recited his little saying.


"Santa Claus looks like Piccolo!" Trunks said later.


"He's probably Namek ..." said Son Goten and shrugged his shoulders. They were both relieved that their mothers hadn't found out about the robot.

"Fortunately, Christmas is only once a year!" said Vegeta. Since Piccolo's appearance he was in a significantly better mood, which one couldn't say of Piccolo for that ...


Son Goku nodded in agreement. For once he could understand Vegeta very well on this matter. Bulma and ChiChi joined them.


"Well, you come to us on New Year's Eve!" ChiChi said exuberantly.


"Then it's my turn again for Easter!" said Bulma.


"New Year's Eve!" said Son Goku.


"Easter!" Vegeta said and they both seemed to burst into tears any moment ...




-The end-




Well that's supposed to be it! Hope you like the last part as much as the other six, otherwise you can always say your opinion so bye bye! PS: No need to panic, I will continue to write (I don't want you to jump out of the next window or do something worse with depression and "I don't know what to do") already have a new idea that you are sure to like I don't want to reveal anything else yet (it's a surprise) so see you soon!



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