Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Christmas Songs Dragonball Style ❯ Christmas Songs Dragonball Style ( One-Shot )

A/N: These are just some songs that I wrote that go to the tune of Christmas songs. The songs that I used are in parentheses.

The Twelve Days of Christmas…Saiyan Style (Twelve days of Christmas)

One the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a harpy yelling at a Saiyan

One the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two demon spawns.

One the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three eternal dragons.

One the forth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, four final flashes.

One the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, five KAME HA MEHASSSSS!

One the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, six evil tyrants.

One the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, seven Dragonballs

One the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eight Glares are glaring.

One the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, nine Son Grinsâ"¢ grinning

One the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, ten baka humans

One the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eleven pranks by Dende

One the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, twelve frying pans of doom.

Ki Blasts (Jingle bells)

Dashing through outer space.

In a single engine Saiyan pod.

Through the stars they go.

Planning evil all the way. Ha Ha Ha

Baka humans scream.

Bringing spirits down.

Oh what fun it is to fight and kill every human spawn

OHHHHH

Ki blasts. Ki blasts. Ki blasts flying through the air.

Oh what hell the earth has become because of these Saiyans hey!

Ki blasts. Ki blasts. Ki blasts flying through the air.

Oh what hell the earth has become because of these Saiyans hey!

Vegeta The Pissed Off Saiyan (Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer)

There's Radditz and Turls

And Bardock and Nappa,

Kakarot and Gohan

And Goten and Trunks

But do you recall

The most pissed off Saiyan of them all?

Vegeta the pissed off Saiyan

(Saiyan)

Had a very bad attitude

(Like an asshole)

And if you were to ever cross him

(Cross him)

You would even say he blows

(Don't even go there)

All of the other Saiyans

(Saiyans)

Used to laugh and call him names

(Like the short vegetable head)

They never let poor Vegeta

(Vegeta)

Win in anything

(Like a sparing match)

Then one foggy Christmas Eve

Goku came to say

(He He He)

Vegeta with your ego so high

Won't you become a super saiyan tonight?

Then all the Saiyans feared him

(Feared him)

And they screamed out in terror

(AHHHHH!!!!)

Vegeta the pissed off Saiyan

(Saiyan)

You'll go down in Saiyan history!

(Like Brolli)

Joy To The World Dragonball Style (Joy To The World)

Joy to the world! Hercule is dead.

Let earth cheer this now

Rip off his Afro

Then burn it to smolders

And Saiyans and Z Fighters cheer

And Saiyans and Z Fighters cheer

And Saiyans and Saiyans and Z Fighters cheer

Joy to the world, Vegeta shall reign

With Bulma and Trunks by his side

While fields and flood and rocks,

Hills and plains

Scream in much terror

Scream in much terror

Scream, Scream, in much terror.

Vegeta rules the world without truth and grace,

And makes the Z Fighters prove

The glories of ki manipulation

And the wonders of blowing stuff up

And the wonders of blowing stuff up

And the wonders and wonders of blowing stuff up

No more will die today

Because Vegeta is at bay

By the frying pan of doom

Which has come onto his head

Started by Son Chichi

Started by Son Chichi

Started, started by Son Chichi

Vegeta rules the world without truth and grace,

And makes the Z Fighters prove

The glories of ki manipulation

And the wonders of blowing stuff up

And the wonders of blowing stuff up

And the wonders and wonders of blowing stuff up

Rejoice! Rejoice in the most high,

For Goku has come back to life

Just like annoying pests

He will always come back

To fight off all evil tyrants

To fight off all evil tyrants

To fight off, and fight off all evil tyrants.

Piccolo Is Coming To Town (Santa Claus Is Coming To Town)

You better watch out

You better not scream

Better run, I'm telling you why

Piccolo is coming to town.

He's making a list,

And checking it twice;

Gonna find out who's gonna die or live.

Piccolo is coming to town.

He hears you when you're screaming

He knows when you're running

He knows what you are thinking

So think nothing ill of him for your own life's sake!

O! You better watch out!

You better not scream

Better run, I'm telling you why.

Piccolo is coming to town.

A/N: This next song is not one of mine. It is a published song and it does not belong to me but it is one of my favorite Christmas songs. This song is not for any Santa lovers because it contains a lot of Santa bashing. Well here it is.

The Night Santa Went Crazy (By Weird Al Yankovic)

Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys

For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys

When the boss busted in nearly scared `em half to death

Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath

From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo

Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo

And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye,

"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"

The night Santa went crazy

The night St. Nick went insane

Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal

Something finally must have snapped in his brain

Well the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it

Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet

And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage

And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage

He got Dancer and Prance with an old German Luger

And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddie Kruger

And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen

And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"

The night Santa went crazy

The night Kris Kringle went nuts

Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole

Without steppin' in reindeer guts

There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.

There's a van from the Eyewitness News

And helicopters circlin' round in the sky

And the bullets are flyin' the body count's rising

And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?

My my my my my my

You used to be such a jolly guy

Yes Virginia, now Santa's doing time

In a federal prison for his infamous crime

Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears

He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years

But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous

And the elves all got jobs working for the postal serve

And they say Mrs. Claus she's on the phone every night

With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights

They're talkin' bout - the night Santa went crazy

The night St. Nicolas flipped

Broke his back for some milk and cookies

Sounds to me like he was tired of getin' gypped

Wo, the night Santa went crazy

The night St. Nick went insane

Realized he'd been getting' a raw deal

Something finally must have snapped in his brain

Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain

Tell ya, something finally must have snapped…in his brain