I stare into the white stuff in front of me. How long is this day actually going to last?Hm, for sure another 8-10 hours. Great, what should I do all the time? To sit there stupid? No, I'll be half frozen by then.

I wrap myself in my jacket and put my hands in my pockets. Stupid Christmas.



Hold on, Vegeta! Why do you worry so much about it? Yes, that's right ... What do I care about Christmas? None of my business anyway, I'm not a weak earthling. Pah, Kakarott is sure to love it! Clear evidence of its underexposure. Typical of a lower-class warrior, nothing else could be expected from him. Um, he and his family are with us tonight too! And he doesn't have to think about it, I'll give someone something! They can all forget that! They won't get anything from me, not even Bulma.



I see Bulma in front of me again, with her sad look. I hear her voice again.

"Vegeta, what's the point of Christmas?"

I close my eyes and lean back.The meaning of Christmas? I don't see any. I do not understand it. I never got it. Not all those years when I was part of the celebration on Christmas Eve. I didn't know whether to be happy about the presents or not. What do you bring me I'll throw them away someday anyway. Or I'll put it somewhere and never look at it again. I've never given anything to anyone ...

The hot punch warms me from the inside. I can really feel the warmth returning to me. The cold air is good.



Suddenly I notice a guy who is coming exactly in my direction. The guy is completely drunk, I can already smell that. And there he comes staggering. A fat man in a dirty Santa suit. How I hate these guys. Damn Santa Clauses!

He staggers straight towards me and then stops next to the bench.

“Is there still free space here?” He points to the free space next to me. "Not really!"So just piss off again. I don't like guys like you. And what does he do? Just sit next to me! I look at him angrily, but don't say anything. We sit there for a while, thanks to Dende he doesn't babble."

“You don't like Christmas, do you?” Ah, crap, happy too early! “What's that got to do with you?” He laughs softly. "Well, otherwise you wouldn't be sitting around here all alone on Christmas Eve." He looks at me and grins broadly. What does he allow himself? I don't know who he's dealing with!

It's only now that I notice that it's getting dark. How long did I actually sit here? I dont know. I don't care either. The drink slowly wears off and I feel cold. Damn cold. I look grim at the guy.

"And what about you? Don't you have a home where you can get on other people's nerves?" Ha, that seems to have worked. He turns away and sighs. Then he takes a sip from the beer bottle he is holding in his hand.He shakes his head. “My wife kicked me out.” “Aha.” I guess it's your own fault. He sighs again and takes a second sip from his bottle. “This is my first Christmas without my family.” Yes what? That's none of my business? “You ain't that talkative, are you?” I just ignore him. Then suddenly he holds the beer bottle under my nose. “Do you want a sip too?” I look at him contemptuously. "No, I don't drink that." "Neither do I ..." He sighs again. "Christmas without my little ones is not the same anymore. I miss their happy, beaming faces under the Christmas tree, my wife, my friends."

"You miss her, don't you?" he suddenly asks. “Who should I miss ?!” But now the guy is enough for me! I will not accept that. He smiles sadly at me. Then he leans back and looks up at the twilight, starry sky. I stare at him. What's nextMore nonsense?

He is silent for a long time and just stares up at the sky. Bulma rushes through my head again. Now everyone is probably eating. I can hear them laugh, see them all clearly in front of me. Soon there would be presents, as she put it. I'm cold. And I'm hungry. Should I go home? No, I give a shit about Christmas!

Santa Claus next to me empties his bottle and then throws it away. He's still looking sadly up at the sky. Drunk as he is, he plays with the clouds of breath he lets out.

"Every warrior comes home once ..."

I look at him. “What do you mean?” He looks at me confused. "Did I say something?" How? Now I don't understand anything anymore! Is he kidding me? How stupid he must be that he doesn't even know what he said a few moments ago. I've already got some insults on my tongue and stare at him angrily. And what does he do? Just fall asleep next to me!



I get up and look at him one last time. Funny guy. But what do I care. Such a poor sausage is not even to be pitied. No, I save myself the trouble. I am strolling back the same way I came. In the meantime it has become very dark. I'm cold and hungry. There is something to eat in the CC. But it's Christmas there and I can really do without that!



After some walking around it becomes too colorful for me and I fly home over the city at night. I whistle for Christmas too, but I'm still hungry. The CC appears below me. My hands feel freezing cold, but I just ignore it.

As soon as I open the door, this damn Christmas is already beaming towards me! I do not understand it! What's the point? I throw my jacket in the cloakroom and toss my boots in a corner. Happy laughter comes from the living room. Uh, I'm going to feel sick from so much harmony!For better or worse, I have to pass the living room on the way to the kitchen. I smell the Christmas tree, the candles, the nuts, the cookies. Something in me suddenly wants to be with them, to celebrate Christmas with them, like all the years before. I stop in front of the closed living room door and wrestle with myself. I remember the cozy security again. Bra's happy face when she opens Trunks present, Bulma as she wishes me a Merry Christmas and gives me her present.

But my pride forbids me. I want to go in there and yet again not. No, I made up my mind. Christmas can be stolen from me! I take a step or two and, as if instinctively, stop again. The door suddenly opens behind me and I hear a shy "Daddy?" I turn around. My little princess sticks her head out the door and looks at me. “Where have you been?” “Nowhere, little one…” I smile weakly at her and turn around again.I want to go to the GR as soon as possible. I can not stand this anymore!



"Daddy?"

I stop again. No, I can, I don't want to hear her sweet voice! I don't want to celebrate Christmas with them. And yet I turn around again against my will. There she stands in front of the door in the corridor, looks at me uncertainly. She's hiding something behind her back. "Go back to Mama, Bra. She's probably already waiting for you." I turn away again, but Bra comes a few steps towards me. “Daddy?” “What is it, little one?” Small children can be really annoying. She looks at me with her big blue eyes and then stops in front of me. “There, for you!” She holds something that she has packed up under my nose. I take it from her hand and look at it. “What is that?” “You have to open it!” She is about to burst with joy. I'm wrestling with myself again.

“Open up, Daddy!” Bra tugs at my sweater. I take a deep breath and tear the rather badly stuck paper from the little box.There is a plush bunny in the box. One of Bras's soft toys.

“Isn't that yours?” “Yes, but I want to give it to you, Daddy.” I look at her. Why does a small child give away a beloved stuffed bunny? I just don't understand any of this. “Because I love you so much!” Bra laughs happily at me and runs back into the living room. How? I look at the rabbit in my hand and then after her.

Bulma stands at the door and smiles at me. "Merry Christmas, Vegeta." No, my pride is crumbling. I hold on to it. I don't want to celebrate with you! Christmas is for the weakling and underexposed like Kakarott! Christmas has no point! And yet I want to go to them.

For a moment, Bulma and I just look at each other. I could just sink into her eyes. No, wait, what am I thinking again ?!

“Don't you want to come to us?” No… I look at Bras's rabbit in my hand. My stomach is growling.From the living room I hear the hilarious laughter of Trunks and Kakarott's youngest. Then Bra. My God, your laugh is so innocent. My feet carry me to the living room as if by themselves.



Bulma smiles at me and takes my hand. Yes ... just this once. You can forget about Christmas next year. I hate Christmas. I hate it because I just don't get it.

I dive into candlelight and beaming faces look at me. And the door closes behind me. I am a prisoner of the Christmas phenomenon again. And yet I enjoy it ...







So, I hope I haven't spoiled the pre-Christmas mood too much for you. I don't like Christmas for personal reasons. But I feel a lot like Veggi in this little story. I'm wrestling with myself ...



caya, your Ani