I know a little early for Christmas but ... it's just a short story! ^^ `





Merry Christmas! - I'm about to throw up ... Or Vegeta boycotts Christmas Or How the author processes her aversion to Christmas





"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells rock ..."

* shiver *

“Shit, damn it!” I smash the clock radio and turn around grumbling. You can't even sleep in peace without Christmas! Bulma next to me is stirring and mumbling something. I can feel how she gets up and pulls clothes out of the closet. If that's okay with me, I'll have the whole bed to myself for at least half an hour.

Bulma goes out. Probably to the bathroom, like every morning. And then she'll go into the kitchen and make breakfast. Oh yes, food! I get hungry at the thought. But I want to lie there for another half an hour. Today there is no training until after breakfast.Or at best after lunch, depending on how quickly Bulma repaired the GR.

How pleasant the morning calm is!



But immediately afterwards Bra is shouting something. Just like the mother, my little princess. Loud, sweet, and always gets what she wants. But does she have to shout like that on a Saturday morning?

I sit up grumbling and listen. I can pick up a few snippets of words.

"No, Trunks, stay outside !! You're screwing up the whole surprise !! Oh, you bastard! MAMAAA !!!"

But that's enough for me now! I get up and pull the door open.

"Damn it, what's this shouting about ?!"

They stand there as if rooted to the spot and look at me puzzled. Bra still in pajamas, Trunks too and with messy hair. “Daddy!” Bra comes running towards me. "Trunks surprised me while he was packing his present! Tell him to go away!"

I pick up the little one and look at Trunks.I can see clearly that he wants to protest, but it won't work. "Let them wrap your stupid present. I don't understand what all this gift stuff is about anyway." I go to the stairs with Bra in my arms and down into the kitchen, where breakfast is already waiting. Trunks comes too, but slightly offended.



Once in the kitchen, Bra wants to go down immediately and I put her down. "Mom, I want! May I open the door?" Bulma smiles at her and lifts her up. With the kind of enthusiasm that only a child can have, Bra opens the 24th door on this strange calendar. Christmas. Strange word. Strange custom of the Earthlings. Nonsensical.

"Vegeta, what are you looking at so darkly again? It's Christmas, after all, the festival of love!" Bulma puts Bra in her chair and then herself across from me. Pah, festival of love. Yesterday's dinner will come up to me in a moment if I hadn't digested it long ago.
How many times have I had to go through this now? I can no longer see this kitsch stuff. And why do we have to put a tree in the living room and hang candles on it every time? If you want the tree to burn, I can torch it right away.

Bulma is starting to give me a sense of Christmas again. As always, I just don't listen and fill my breakfast with a spatula. Pah, Christmas! People celebrate a festival when some child is born and three kings happen to bring him presents. Ridiculous. You have never seen the festivals on Vegeta-sei! Oh, if they only knew! Don't eat until you can! Ok, there is that here too, but still. It's not the same.

I have to prevent Christmas from happening this time. At least once I would like to have some peace and quiet! Hanging out for two days with Kakarott, his house kite and his weak sons, uh! And then all the others. All weaklings!



"Vegeta, before I forget: I have to go to the Christmas market this morning to get some things. And you come with me!"

"What? No, oh, no, my love! You definitely won't get me there! I train in the GR!"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I couldn't get any more spare parts yesterday."

I beg your pardon?! That was probably the summit! "And why not? I thought you were so smart!" Oh, I love it when your gaze changes. She's about to bark at me. But what are you doing there? She pulls herself together and smiles, yes smiles at me!

"Because it's Christmas, everything is closed. And when you're done, you put on something decent. I'll wait at the door below."



I think I misheard. This woman is still driving me crazy! I must look pretty puzzled because Trunks chuckles softly. Yes, you just laugh, son! Your new training plan will make you laugh!



As I have so often since I've lived here on earth, I surrender to my fate and go to this market with Bulma. It snowed overnight and now everything is covered by a white layer. How quiet it is Everything seems somehow dull. How nice, we have a white Christmas this year! What should be so special about it when everything is white on that particular day? It's the end of December and it's snowing! But as soon as everything stays green, people get the crisis! Weird, I just can't make sense of these Earthlings ...



How awful! This hideous music is rumbling over to us from almost every booth. Tinkling of bells. Oh, the Christkindl is coming, peace, joy, pancakes. Pah, sucks!

Bulma pulls me past the stands. “Are you looking for something specific?” Somehow I'm curious. She nods and stops in front of a stand with hot punch, or whatever this drink is called, and asks for two cups. Two?Oh, one for me too. How attentive ...

"Yes, I don't know what to give my parents. Do you have an idea?" She hands me a cup and I'll burn my tongue right away. "Damn shit! Why does that stupid drink have to be so damn hot every time? !!" I cursed peacefully when Bulma throws me a warning look. What? Did i say something?

She grabs my arm and drags me on. “At least control yourself!” I sip my drink unmoved and continue stamping through the snow. I take a closer look at the various stands. Lots of kitschy angels in all variations: candle holders, Christmas tree decorations, just to be set up, rag dolls, the purest hell. And everywhere candles in all colors and shapes, fairy lights, pastries, hmm delicious, I'm getting hungry again.

Suddenly Bulma just stops and looks around desperately. "Hach, what should I give my parents as a present?I've already given everything that I can think of! "

"Do they get mad or something if you don’t give anything?"

Bulma looks at me questioningly. I just had to ask that question. For years it has been incomprehensible to me why people give things to their family and friends at Christmas. It only costs a bunch of coal, and if you're unlucky, the recipient doesn't even like the stuff and it ends up secretly in the trash.

"Uh, honestly ... I don't know. Never thought about it ..."

"Then maybe you should do that. What good is Christmas anyway?" Now Bulma's gaze was angry again. Ah, I like that! She stands in front of me and taps me on the chest with her gloved hand. "Tell me, how many times did I tell you about Christmas, eh? I tried every time to tell you about Christmas, but it looks like you never listened to me!" I shrugged. "What do I care about Christmas?It's just a stupid custom on your Earthlings anyway. You invite the family, sit under a Christmas tree hung with kitsch, sing stupid songs and distribute gifts to each other. Super. The only good thing about this festival is the food. "

"You think so simple." "No, I think Saiyan."

Now Bulma is looking me straight in the eye. But her look has changed. She takes a step back.

"So that's it. Ok, I understand Vegeta."

Why do I suddenly have such a strange feeling? What do I care about Bulma's stupid Christmas ?! Let her understand. I'm doing everything to ensure that Christmas is canceled this year, she can rely on that.

But does she have to look at me like that? She takes a step back and is still looking directly at me.

"Have you just pretended to like it all these years? You disappoint me ... But now I understand. You don't have to celebrate with us."

Your voice is so sad and bitter.Did I say something wrong? Why does it mean so much to these Earthlings to have everything beautiful at Christmas? And why Christmas of all things?



Bulma turns and walks away. I just stop and watch her go. Soon she disappears among the people and I only catch a glimpse of her black coat every now and then. I feel weird all of a sudden. Guilty conscience? No definitely not. She just wants to talk me into something. She wants me to feel guilty and finally accept Christmas. But I can't do that. I do not want it. Not yet. Maybe one day, but not now, not today.

I turn around and walk in the opposite direction. Suddenly I feel the cold. My breath floats in front of me in a white cloud and I trudge on through the snow, past these hideous, cluttered stands. Everything seems dull and cut off from the outside world.

"I hate Christmas!" I mumble to myself and bump into people.I don't care if they have a broken arm or something. Tonight I'm going straight to the GR after dinner. Bulma doesn't have to ask, I definitely won't be celebrating with you. Have I slept all these years? How could I condescend myself to have this stupid party with these wimps?



I look at. I didn't even notice how I left the market. Now I'm in the middle of the adjacent city park. Great! And what am I supposed to do here now? I look around. The park is deserted, the next people are a few hundred meters away. Everything freshly snowed in. And quiet.

I could fly home Damn it, but the whole house is like a Christmas circus! I can't stand it! Then I'll stay here. I keep stomping through the snow and find a lonely park bench. Why not? I sweep the snow aside and sit down first.