"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way". It's finally December! I've been looking forward to this day for a long time, and one of the reasons is this Advents Calendar. It won't be especially long chapters or a dramatic story – every day you will hear a bit from Bulma's planning of a grand Christmas party at Christmas Eve. If I could draw I would make SO many petite pictures, but they will have to stay in my head; I won't torment you with my awful drawing-skills!

As always, enjoy!


Bulma looked at the pictures she had found on the internet. Christmas. She had never celebrated Christmas before, even though it was a great tradition in Japan. Her parents hadn't done it when she was a child and later in her life she had been too busy. First she had been helping her friends save the world; later her trouble had been an arrogant prince for a husband and two half-saiyans running around, destroying everything – by accident most of the time. Now her purple-haired fighter was 12 years old and his sister was 8. Trunks had begun to train even more intensely with his father while Bra only participated in the spars when Vegeta's nagging became too much for her. The blue-haired girl spent most of her time playing with her best friend Pan or helping her grandmother in the garden.

Now it was finally December 1st; she had been excited to start her preparations but decided to get as much work done as possible in the lab before the end of November so she could focus on nothing else but Christmas in December. She looked at all the magnificent pictures at her laptop and could already imagine Capsule Corporation with glimmering lights and beautiful decorations all over the place.

"Darling, are you still looking at those pictures? Why don't you just go into town? They have a lot of stores just for Christmas, and you can buy tons of magazines for inspiration." Her mother had just entered the kitchen to take a look at the dough she had made earlier. "You could bring Bra too, she would love it."

Bulma closed the laptop and got out of her seat. "You're right mom. Do you know where she is?" Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen her daughter all day except at breakfast.

"I think she's in the GR with Vegeta and Trunks, dear." Bulma furrowed her brows. How had Vegeta managed to get her into training without a hearable quarrel? Normally even the people working in the lab knew when Vegeta decided it was time for Bra to train no matter what – the little girl could yell loud enough to even make her father flinch by the sound. "But I'm not sure," her mother said when Bulma didn't respond. "I just think I saw Bra go into the GR earlier."

Bulma set of towards the GR while her mind was still filled with Christmas. Last year she had been in Europe and the US during December to a couple of congresses and meetings with business associations. She had been fascinated by their way of celebrating Christmas and had then decided to celebrate it at Capsule Corp with all of her friends – even Chi-Chi's father had been invited. She had been a bit unsure whether to invite Oolong or not… He and Master Roshi always got drunk, but Krillin – who of course should participate – where living at the Kame House with his wife and their daughter, so it would be rude not to invite the rest of the people living there. Oh, the fight she had had with Vegeta when he had realized she would invite Android 18. She was pretty sure his detest towards the former villain was the fact that the severe beating he had gotten at their first encounter had been one of his biggest humiliations.

She got to the GR and looked at the screen showing most of the room. She couldn't see anything and when she checked the panels the room wasn't even activated. After sighing she cupped her hands in front of her mouth and yelled: "Bra, Trunks, where are you?"

"Mom!" She walked towards the shout and was greeted by her children running around the corner of the building. They were both covered in bruises and Trunks even had a black eye.

"Why are you looking like that?" She removed a strand of hair from her daughter's face and could suddenly see a deep cut in her cheek. That's it! "VEGETA!" Both her children flinched when she suddenly yelled and her husband didn't look pleased by her tone when he too came into sight from around the corner. "What are you doing to our children? You say you will train them, not beat them!"

"But mom, we…"

"Not now," she cut Trunks off and stomped towards the now sour looking Vegeta. "If you want to fight that bad then call Goku for heaven's sake! Are you mad?" She knew she was exaggerating, but the cut in her daughter's beautiful face was too much. One too many times had she been forced to clean wounds and scrapes on her children after their trainingsessions.

"Mad? You're the one assuming such thing; if anyone's mad it's you!" Vegeta took in a deep breath – probably to give her another piece of his mind – when both Trunks and Bra jumped in between them.

"Mom, dad was just watching us train, he wasn't part of it." Both her children were looking at her with a face like the one she had just been using towards their father.

Bulma sighed and patted both children's head. "Sorry," she said and smiled when Bra quickly began to straighten her hair. She then looked at Vegeta, who was sending her an I-told-you-so-smirk; no matter how much that smirk pissed her off it was still one of the things she loved about him. "Don't be so confident!" she said and pointed at him. "I'm still mad at you for letting Bra end up looking like this. Now I have to clean her up before we can go to the city."

"Why are we going to the city mom?" Bra seemed excited.

"Because grandma suggested the two of us should go and get inspiration on how to decorate the house for Christmas."

"I'm gonna go and get changed!" Her sentence was almost unfinished before Bra had taken into the air to get to her room as fast as possible. Trunks shook his head and said he would go grab a bite before continuing to train.

Vegeta's smirk disappeared. "Do you even have to pester the house before the 24th?" He had been reluctant about accepting the Christmas party from day one.

"It's not pestered – it's decorated," she said and kissed his cheek. She began laughing when she saw his frown. "I promise not to put Christmas decorations in the GR."

"Or the bedroom," he scowled.

"As you wish," she said and put her arms around his neck. Even though he still seemed annoyed he still put his arms around her waist as he always did. "Please don't be this grumpy all December." She kissed him briefly and looked into his deep, dark eyes.

Suddenly he smirked once again, this time it was his playful one. "You will have to find a way to cheer me up then." Bulma chuckled and leaned in to kiss him once again.

"MOM, I'M READY!" Bra's shout made them both stop centimeters before their lips met. Bulma tried not to laugh by Vegeta's annoyed snort.

"I will try," she said and touched his lips briefly.

"Mom, come on."

"Coming!"


Some of you might think: why is an Advent's Calendar marked "M"? Well, there is a certain saiyan, who is definitely not keen on the idea of celebrating Christmas, and as you can see our dear Bulma has to find a way to help him through this "awful month"...