MTB: Hello everyone! MTB’s back! And in the Christmas spirit!

Goku: Presents?!

MTB: Not until December 25th!

Goku: Aww...

MTB: Now to write a story about DBZ and Christmas! Enjoy! Disclaimer, Trunks!

Trunks (in song familiar to “Oh Christmas Tree”): (Disclaimer: Oh DBZ, Oh DBZ, thank Kami MTB doesn’t own it!)

The Meaning of Christmas

The First Present

“CHRISTMAS!! IS MY FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR!,” then in a low voice, “next to Thanksgiving...and Halloween...” Yes December 1st had come and our favorite happy-go-lucky hero was in the spirit. Goku hummed the rest of his song as he hung up another ornament on the Christmas tree.

“Goku,” said a tired voice behind him. He turned to see Bulma standing there rubbing her temples.

“Yes, Bulma?” Goku asked.

“Will you stop decorating my tree and go home?!” she shrieked, “You’ve been here all day! You’ve put ornaments on everything in my house that has leaves and stems!” She stopped when she saw that she had placed a look of terror on the Saiyain-jinn’s face. “Look, Goku,” Bulma said with a sigh, “It’s three weeks until Christmas. Why don’t you go home and decorate your own house and tree?”

“I can’t... I already decorated my house... and Roshi’s... and Korin’s tower... and Kami’s lookout... and King Kai’s planet... and Planet Namek... and Piccolo’s turban... and Hell... and MTB’s house. It’s just your house and Vegita’s Gravity Room that have yet to experience the wrath of my Christmas cheer!” he said with a grin.

“Oh, the irony,” Bulma mumbled as she glance around her living room. It looked like Christmas threw up... three times. It was sickening and blinding. Bulma fought back the urge to throw up in her mouth as she saw the smiles of Frosty the Snowman surround her.

“Just finish up and go home before it gets too late, Goku-san,” she said giving up and headed out of the room, “And don’t bother Vegita! He’s been training all day and I’ve finally got him to get some rest!”

Goku gave her a nod, “Can do!” then went back to his decorating. He smiled, she was worried about Vegita. How sweet. Now if they would hurry up and fall in love everything would be okey dokey.

Not long after, an angry cry came from the other room. “WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS SHIT?!”

Vegita. Goku frowned, Christmas was not... shit... It was great! Wonderful! Beautiful even! He wrote a poem about it! Wanna hear it?

Well, you can’t. Vegita’s ruining the good atmosphere needed for poem reading. Shame on you, Vegita.

As the proud prince of Saiyain-jinns entered the room with an angry expression and a bad attitude, he glared at Goku. “What the hell are you doing here, Kakorot? And don’t you tell me you are responsible for this stupid junk!”

Goku shrugged, “Ok, I won’t tell you that I’m responsible for all the Christmas decorations,” he gave a sly smile, “But I am... Oh, man! I just told you! Oops...”

Vegita just shook his head, “You idiot. Wait- What did you call these things?” He asked pointing to tree.

“Christmas decorations.”

Vegita looked confused. “What is... Christmas?”

Goku’s heart stopped. Was it the heart disease? No, it was the mere fact that one person on Earth did not know what Christmas was. Goku clutched the ornament he was holding until it shattered in his hand. His entire body shook and trembled and shivered as the words replayed in his head. What is Christmas? What is Christmas? What is Christmas?

“WHAT IS CHRISTMAS!!” he finally screamed at the top of his lungs. Goku dropped to his knees, suddenly feeling cold. His body convulsed, his face creating strange appearances, and he fell over. Goku stopped breathing and altogether died.

Vegita had escaped to the farthest corner of the room. What the hell just happened? he thought, blinking. He asked a simple question and Kakorot went into cardiac arrest. Maybe he should call for help?

Goku’s heart started back up, and he groggily got up. His headed pounded and he felt like he had been hit by twenty Vegitas at the same time. He dusted himself off and headed to the kitchen. He got a cup from out of a cabinet and poured himself some water out of the faucet.

Vegita approached the younger Saiyian-jinn cautiously. He didn’t want to cause anything else that would kill Kakorot unexpectedly. Actually, that sounded good. Killing Kakorot when he really didn’t mean to. He’s just too strong like that.

Goku drank up his water and looked at Vegita. “What did you want again?” he asked, forgetting what had just occurred.

Vegita lifted an eyebrow, “I wanted to know what this ‘Christmas’ was.”

“WHAT IS CHRISTMAS!!” Goku screamed in agony again. Vegita ran up and covered his mouth.

“You idiot! Are you gonna do that every time I ask that question?” Goku nodded. Vegita cursed and slowly released his hand from Goku’s face. “Now,” said Vegita in a tone that hinted that he was trying to control his anger, “Calmly explain to me what this ‘Christmas’ is.”

Goku took a deep breath as he tried to relax himself. “Christmas is a holiday that Earth celebrates every year.”

Vegita nodded, “Go on.”

“It’s the one time of the year where everyone is nicer than they actually are. For example, on every other day of the year if you saw a hobo on the street you would kick him.” Vegita smirked at the thought. “But,” Goku continued, “during Christmas time if you saw the same hobo you would give him some money for food.”

Vegita was still confused, “So how long does this holiday last?”

“Just a day,” Goku said smiling.

Vegita looked around, “Is today the day?”

“No, that’s not until the 25th.”

“So why are you decorating now?”

“This,” explained Goku, “and the rest of the days up to December 25th, are preparation days. We need to get everything ready for Christmas day.”

“What happens on Christmas day?”

“Well,” said Goku happily, “That the best part! You see, on the preparation days people of earth buy presents for other people and wrap them up, so the people won’t know what they are. It’s a surprise. Then on Christmas, everyone opens up the presents other people got them.” He went back to decorating.

Vegita nodded in understanding, but there was one thing that bugged him, “What is the meaning of all this?”

Goku stopped, then turned to Vegita, “That’s very simple, Vegita. It’s for...,” he paused. Vegita gave him a weird look. Goku tried again, “It’s because...,” nothing. Why couldn’t he give Vegita the answer for this simple question?

Because he doesn’t know the answer.

He, Son Goku, did not know the meaning of Christmas. He had been celebrating this holiday for so long, and he didn’t even know why.

He had failed the earth.

Goku slowly got down on the floor, laying down as if it was his death bed. By this time, Vegita wanted to do two things, yell in frustration and bite the head off of a chicken.

Don’t ask why he want to bite a chicken’s head off. He didn’t exactly know why either.

The prince knelt down to Goku and gave him an impatient look, “Why are you doing this to me, Kakorot?”

“Vegita,” the hero said slowly, “I don’t know why... I don’t know why I celebrate Christmas...”

“You don’t know why you celebrate this holiday? Is there nothing to celebrate about? Do you humans just do this for fun?”

“Vegita,” Goku said in a depressed voice, “I... I have nothing. I don’t know. I have failed the earth.”

Vegita growled, “Kakorot, it’s a stupid Earth tradition. It probably doesn’t mean anything anyway.”

Goku sat up, “Vegita! It’s Christmas! The most important holiday of the year! It has to mean something!”

Vegita chuckled, “So why don’t you know?”

The younger man twiddled his thumbs, “I don’t know... I don’t think I was ever told. I guess me and Grandpa just always celebrated it.”

“Well,” the prince standing up, “the holiday sounded interesting at first. But I have no reason to celebrate it if it has no reason to be.”

“Vegita,” Goku said slowly getting up, “You’re right. What’s the point of celebrating a holiday when you don’t even know what it represents?”

“Exactly,” the prince nodded, “I going to got back-

“I NEED TO FIND SANTA CLAUS!”

Vegita stopped in his tracks, “Who?”

“Santa Claus! If anyone knows the meaning of Christmas, it has to be him!” Goku said with determination.

“Who is Santa Claus?” Vegita asked, his mind split as he wondered if the question would kill Kakorot or not and whether he would like that.

“He’s a magical man. He delivers toys and candy to every child on Earth. He lives in the North Pole, the very top of Earth. He’s the very symbol of Christmas! If he doesn’t know, then who does?”

“Magical man? The North Pole? What are you talking about Kakorot?” Vegita asked wondering if there was more to this “Christmas” than he originally hoped.

“I’ll explain on the way!” He said and ran to the coat rack. Putting his jacket on in a flash, he turned to a confused prince, “Let’s go! We might be able to a few early presents from him, too!”

“You expect me to go with you to the ‘North Pole,’ find a guy named Sandy Claws, and tolerate your presence, just so you can explain to me the reason for this pathetic holiday?”

“...Yes.”

“Fine, I’ll go. I’m bored anyway,” Vegita said shrugging. He grabbed his coat off the rack and put it on. “This better be worth it, Kakorot...,” he mumbled.

Goku threw open the front door and revealed Winter to Vegita, “To Santa! And the true meaning of Christmas!”

MTB: Hmm... I wonder what will happen next?

Trunks: ...Shouldn’t you know?

MTB: GASP! Trunks! You don’t know me at all! You should know I write fanfics and I don’t even know how they will end!

Trunks: That is true...

MTB: Please R&R! Thank you for reading!