OLD Author's Notes: Kioko: It's time for me to release a holiday themed fan fic for once! And its yet another Gohan torture! Hoorah!

Gohan: Not fair!! I'm always the torture able one in your fan fics!!

Kioko: Geez, and I thought all this attention would give him an ego boost! Anyways, I came up with this idea while I was babysitting and I decided, why not give in a try? After all, it snows so damn much up where I live (No, not in Alaska, thank God) that this would be perfect story to release my negative feelings about snow and winter in general!

*Mirai!Kioko appears* Mirai!Kioko: Hello all! I am finally getting my butt around to reposting Snowed In At Orange Star High! Everybody cheer! I hope you guys who enjoyed it last year enjoy it again!

Disclaimer: All I want for Christmas is the ownership rights of Dragonball Z!

                                    Chapter 1: Snow? What The…

            Son Gohan watched the clock hanging above the teacher's desk very closely, anticipating it's every move.

            'Five more minutes…Just five more minutes…' he thought as the clock ticked closer to his freedom. 'I can't wait five minutes…Ah, hell no! Let me out!'

            Today was the last day of school before two weeks of Christmas vacation started. Two whole weeks of no getting up early, no crabby teachers with bad breath, no long periods of excessive homework, and most importantly no school. The students had two whole weeks of absolute freedom…

            …yet it was still five minutes away!!

            Their teacher had stopped teaching the lesson for quite some time now after he realized that almost everyone's eyes had been adverted to the clock or their watches instead of him. He allowed them to talk and mingle amongst themselves, as he to, started catching the Christmas break fever.

            "Oh wow…" Videl's voice floated over to him. "That flurry of snow we had this morning sure has grown…"

            Gohan forced himself to tear his eyes away from the clock, just for one second, to see what she was talking about. It was pure white outside those windows. Snow was blowing wildly all over the place and it seemed to be accumulating quite fast. He couldn't even see the tree that normally stood five feet away from the school building.

            Gohan groaned. He was sure going to have fun trying to fly home in that mess.

            "Awesome!" Erasa exclaimed, clapping her hands together happily. "We haven't had this much snow in ages!"

            "This is the first year we've actually had snow pile up, Erasa," Sharpener corrected, looking quite bored.

            "What do you mean?" Gohan asked, turning to his friends. He kept a close watch on the clock out of the corner of his eye. "You guys don't get snow in the city?"

            "Nope. If we ever do, it coats the ground and either melts or turns to mush in ten minutes. It's never accumulated like this before." Videl explained. She glanced at Gohan. "Do you get a lot of snow in the Mountain Area, Gohan?"

            "Oh yeah, all the time!" Gohan said, memories flashing back. "Last year it snowed so much that it covered our whole house! My brother and I had a blast digging ourselves out! And then afterwards, we had a snowball fight and made snow saiya-jins and everything! But then, of course we caught pneumonia and my Mom made us stay inside all winter long after that-"

            "That's a enough, Gohan," Sharpener interrupted. "We get the point."

            "Sounds like we're going to have to take a visit to your house, Gohan," Erasa teased. "Maybe sometime soon, huh?"

            "That is if we ever get out of school, Erasa," Videl pointed out. "We still have a good five minutes left."

            "What? Did the clock stop? I thought for sure that five minutes would have passed by now!"

            "Geez, Gohan. Anxious enough?" Erasa asked.

            "Yes!"

            Suddenly, the intercom screeched to life and Mr. Principal came onto the air.

            "Hello students and a Merry Christmas! As you all know, vacation will be starting in a few moments…Huh?" he exclaimed, as an angry female voice was heard in the background. "Oh…Well…Erm…It seems there have been some complications involving your vacation-"

            "Oh no…Please don't say what I think he's going to say…" Gohan mumbled, looking out the window where his saiya-jin eyes could barely pick out the ten-foot drifts outside.

            "As you all may have notice, the snow has been piling up quite a bit in the last few hours! All over the city and country, snow is reaching extraordinary heights! Right now, the count is ten feet and it's expected to get up to at least twenty in the next two hours!" Mr. Principal continued, much to Gohan's horror. "So, we're all snowed in! How about that? None of you will be able to leave, for safety reasons of course. The only vehicles allowed on the roads at the moment are emergency and it's too thick to drive an air car in. You'll be able to call your parents, although I'm sure they're trapped as well! I don't know how long we'll be stuck, but the snow's not supposed to stop until tomorrow at midnight and then it'll probably be a few days before we get shoveled out, so count on a long weekend, boys and girls! That's all!"

            His message ended with a crackle, leaving the students and teachers in stunned silence.

            "…He said it…" Gohan groaned, sinking so low in his chair, that only his forehead was visible above his desk.

Up On Kami's Lookout…

            "Deck the halls…hic…with boughs…hic…of holly…Falalala…hic…lala!" Dende sang as he walked tipsily around the Lookout. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, Mardi Gras beads were swinging around his neck, a pair of sunglasses were hanging from one ear, and to top it all off, a Santa hat was perched on his head. "'Tis the season…hic…To be jolly…hic…Falalalala…hic…Lala!"

            Piccolo frowned at the sight as he brushed the snow of his shoulder. So this was the cause of that monstrous snowstorm. The poor Namekian had been piled with snow as he had been meditating that morning and he was not happy.

            "Popo!" he demanded, right before sneezing for the first time in his life. Instantly the servant popped his head out of the Lookout's doorway.

            "You called, Piccolo-san?" He asked, walking towards him.

            "Yes! Did you let Dende have that eggnog again? You know what that stuff does to him!" Piccolo yelled.

            "No, Piccolo-san, I didn't. Dende went to a Christmas party at Kaioshin's planet last night. That's where he got it from, I believe." Mr. Popo explained. "And then after he got back, he started with the world wide snowstorm."

            "WORLD WIDE?!" Piccolo repeated, horrified.

            "Yes, I know. He said something about 'spreading Christmas cheer to all the world'. I'm just glad it hasn't started snowing up here. To think my poor flowers would be ruined…" he sighed.

            "Christmas cheer my ass. This is only gonna cause trouble and that shrimp k-knows…" Piccolo sneezed again, surprising Mr. Popo. "Damnit! Now I have a cold! I hate this fucking season!"

At Capsule Corp…

            "Trunks Briefs! You untie Goten now and bring those lights over here!" Bulma Briefs yelled, glaring at her son. "And take those feathers off!!"

            Trunks frowned at his mother, but willingly took his Indian headdress off. He had tied Goten to one of the fake, plastic Santa's in the Briefs' living room with the Christmas tree lights and was going to sacrifice him in order to appease the snow gods.

            He reluctantly untied Goten from the Santa and sat down on the couch with a huff annoyance. After all, it wouldn't be his fault if Christmas was ruined because somebody made him discontinue the sacrifice ceremony.

            "What is with you humans and this Kami forsaken holiday?" Vegeta muttered, walking into the room. He was wearing a blue sweater and a pair of black slacks that Bulma had forced them to wear just so all three of the Briefs would match.

            "It's awesome, Vegeta-san! There are presents and cookies and pretty lights!" Goten exclaimed, as he levitated to the top the twenty-foot Christmas tree and placed the star on the top.

            "Yeah, Dad! Christmas is the best!"

            "Whatever. All I know it's an excuse to keep me from training and to spend some 'quality' time with you." he muttered, grabbing a Christmas cookie from the tray that Son Chi-Chi was bringing in. "Although, it does have some of the best food."

            "You just need to find the Christmas spirit, Vegeta, that's all," Bulma said, rolling her eyes. She hung the last ornament in her box up and turned to Chi-Chi.

            "Thank for inviting us over this year, Bulma," Chi-Chi said, placing the cookies on the table where they were attacked most viscously by the two demi saiya-jins. "I don't think I could stand another year of being snowed in. The boys loved it though."

            "No problem Chi-Chi," Bulma exclaimed, grabbing the remaining cooking a popping it into her mouth. "And speaking of snow, look at this pile up! We haven't had this much snow in at least a decade!"

            "Is this what you humans call snow?" Vegeta asked, pulling open the window and grabbing a handful of it. "It looks nothing like what they show on the television. And this slop is cold and wet as well."

            "Vegeta! Close the window!" Bulma ordered, exasperated. "I'm not paying the heating bill for nothing you know!"

            Vegeta glowered at her, but shut the window in obedience, keeping the glob of snow in his hand. Smirking to himself he walked slowly behind Bulma and shoved the rest of the snow down her shirt before walking off.

            Bulma let out a shriek of fury and yelled, "You bastard!! Get back here, Vegeta!!"

            She threw the remaining Christmas lights down and chased after him.

            Chi-Chi laughed, picked up the cookie tray, and said, "Goodness, you boys ate those fast! I better go make some more so when your brother comes home he won't miss out!"

            "Man, you're lucky Goten," Trunks mumbled as Chi-Chi walked out of the room. "Your Mom makes the best Christmas cookies around and you can eat them any time you want!"

            "You wanna know another thing I like about Christmas?" Goten asked with a grin.

            "What?"

            "Mom never uses the frying pan."

            "Oh, this just sucks!" Gohan exclaimed, annoyed.

            "If this is just the beginning stages of your cabin fever, I don't want to be around when you really start getting agitated," Videl sighed, as she handed him her cell phone. "Use this to call your parents. It'll take forever if you try and use the school phones."

            "Are you serious? Thanks Videl!" Gohan said, a small grin crossing his features. "It's a good thing we're staying at Bulma's for Christmas this year because I don't think your cell phone would have enough power to reach all the way out to my house!"

            "Bulma…?" Erasa asked, quirking an eyebrow. "As in Bulma Briefs?"

            "Huh? Yeah. She's an old family friend." Gohan replied, before dialing the number to the Briefs personal line.

            Trunks and Goten looked up from shaking the presents under the tree to try and decipher where the sudden ringing was coming from.

            "Isn't that the phone?" Goten asked unsurely.

            "Yeah, but Mom usually disconnects the phone at Christmas because of all the relatives who keep calling," Trunks replied, walking over to the coffee table and picking up the receiver. "Hello, Briefs residence."

            "Trunks? It's Gohan." The voice on the other end informed.

            "Oh, hey Gohan! What's up? Aren't you supposed to be out of school right now?" Trunks asked, oblivious to Goten's exclamations from behind him.

            "Er…well, you see, that's why I'm calling," Gohan replied. "You know how hard it's snowing, right?"

            "Yeah, 'course,"

            "Well it seems it's piled up to about ten feet over here in Satan City and they're not allowing us out of school until it stops and gets cleared away."

            "WHAT? Are you serious? But it won't be Christmas without you, brother!" Goten exclaimed, as he grabbed the phone out of Trunks' hand and yelled into the receiver

            "I know, squirt," Gohan sighed. "But there's nothing I can do about the situation."

            "Why don't you just fly outta there, Gohan?" Trunks suggested, trying to take the phone away from Goten.  

            "I would, but someone would notice my disappearance and I'd probably get suspended after I came back. I guess I'll see you two in a few days, right?"

            "…Right…" Goten replied, dejected "See you soon Gohan…"

            Trunks and Goten hung up the two phones simultaneously and looked at each other.

            "Well, you know what this means, don't you?" Trunks asked. Goten looked up to see excitement growing in his eyes and a huge grin on his face.

            "What…?" Goten asked confused as to why his friend would be happy that Gohan wasn't coming home.

            "That we get to go save your brother! Go find your coat, Goten, we have some shoveling to do!"

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Next Chapter: Trunks, Goten, and Vegeta set off to save Gohan from the perils of being snowed in, while poor Gohan has to deal with being stuck at school! And what will our heroes do when Dende 'accidentally' creates demon snow goons?!