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Snow Day

First Snow

Vegeta stood in the window of Capsule Corp's large picture window, staring into the white abyss that was once the front yard. His eyes darted wildly as he watched small fluffy white particles fall randomly from the sky. His brows furrowed in aggravation.

"What's wrong Vegeta?" Bulma questioned as she approached her obviously annoyed husband. She stood beside him, gazing out the window curiously. Her eyes widened and then a soft smile spread across her face. "It snowed! I have a feeling Bra will be happy. This will be her first."

"Snow?" Vegeta questioned, his eyes never leaving the offending bright fragments.

Bulma eyed him skeptically. "You mean to tell me you've never seen snow either?" After she thought about it for a moment, she had answered her own question. She realized that in all the time Vegeta had spent on Earth with her, it had not once snowed.

"No. I demand you tell me what this 'snow' is. Does it burn?" Vegeta asked in a deep and somewhat threatening voice.

Bulma laughed at his naivety, only instigating Vegeta's further infuriation. "Of course it doesn't burn! You amaze me sometimes." As she noticed Vegeta's patience quickly running dry she continued on with her explanation. "Snow is basically frozen rain. Every once in a while when the weather is cold enough, we get snow like this, though usually not so much."

Vegeta grunted in reply, finding her answer sufficient enough to aid his curiosity. Now provided with the knowledge that the new found phenomenon posed no threat, he grumpily made his way to the kitchen.

Bulma rolled her eyes, watching her husband lose complete interest after seeming so intrigued. Excited for her 7-year-old daughter's first snow day, she quickly made her way up to Bra's bedroom.

As Bulma slowly slid open the door to her daughter's room, she could see she was already missing from her bed. She pushed the door open further and stepped in. She spotted Bra standing on a small stepstool, her little nose pressed against the glass as she peered out the window with wide eyes. Her attention turned to Bulma momentarily as she came to stand beside her at the window.

"Mommy, look! It's salting out!" Bra said excitedly as she pointed a tiny finger at the foggy window where her moist, hot breath had built up.

Bulma smiled, trying to stifle her laughter. "That's not salt. It's snow. Would you like to go play in it?"

Bra looked up at her mother, her eyes suddenly filled with fear. "Will it hurt?"

This time, Bulma could not contain her laughter. She burst out in an un-ladylike fit of laughter. "You are so much like your father!" Noticing Bra's blue brows narrow as she began to put, Bulma quickly got a hold of herself and ceased her laughter. "Sorry sweetheart. Today has been rather humorous. The snow won't hurt at all. It's very cold, so it might surprise you at first, but there are lots of fun things children enjoy doing when it snows."

Bra's frown quickly faded and was replaced with an enthusiastic smile. "Let's go mommy!"

"OK," Bulma replied as she admiringly ran her fingers through her daughter's blue locks that reminded her so much of herself when she was young. "But I can only stay out for a little while. I have lots of work do to. Goku has asked me to design a new training system for him. But your father can stay out with you as long as you want." Bra's eyes lit up even more at Bulma's last statement. "Let's get you bundled up," Bulma said as she motioned for her daughter to follow her out of the room.

Bra excitedly skipped down the steps, nearly pushing her mother down the stairs in the process. Bulma rolled her eyes and stepped aside, letting Bra take off ahead of her. As she reached the bottom of the stairs and made her way to the front hall, she saw Bra was already in a jacket and shoes, her hand on the door ready to go out.

"Now wait a minute," Bulma scolded as she stood beside Bra. "You need more on than that." Bra pouted as her mother began dressing her in layer after layer of clothing until she was plump enough to withstand almost anything. Bulma took a step back to look at her daughter. Every inch of her was covered by warm cloth, apart from her angry little face. Bulma smiled inwardly. "Let me get your father. Then we can go out."

Bra huffed in irritation as she impatiently watched her mother stroll off towards the kitchen. Moments later she came back, an angry protesting Vegeta following close behind.

"Quit making this so difficult," Bulma said sternly as she glared over her shoulder at Vegeta. His expression changed though, as his daughter came into view, almost engulfed in clothing. He burst into laughter, pointing a taunting finger at his daughter childishly.

Moments later, Vegeta's usual scowl had reappeared as he stood at the doorway, covered in almost as much winter clothes as his daughter. Bulma smiled inwardly at the site of her cute loved ones.

"Can we go now mommy?" Bra exclaimed as she reached for the door again. Bulma nodded and watched Bra lurch out through the open door, taking a dive head first into the snow. As Bulma stepped out into the bright sun, she turned and grasped Vegeta's scarf, pulling him out with her.

Bulma stood just under the awning over the front porch, watching Bra stomp around merrily in the fluffy white snow. Meanwhile, Vegeta grumbled angrily amongst himself as he slowly drug himself over to a tree at which he rested his back against.

Vegeta turned his attention away from his family, acting uninterested as usual, and stared off into the distance at the nothingness that lay there. Though as he heard the shrill giggles of his daughter, he was unable to keep his curious eyes from wandering to where she lay in the snow, a bright smile on her face. He smiled on the inside, where only he could see, as he watched Bra get to her feet, her scarf falling low enough to show her flush chubby cheeks. He watched from the corner of his eye as she danced around foolishly, her smile nearly overtaking her face. Her cheerful little smile and silly romping warmed his heart. As he had the sudden feeling he was being watched, he turned his head to find his wife watching him, smiling. He quickly looked away, returning to his pretend lack of interest.

"Why don't you make a snowball?" Bulma suggested to her daughter, "Kids love to have snowball fights."

Bra ceased her frolicking for a moment to look at her mother questioningly.

"Just pick up a clump of snow and make a nice compact ball like this," Bulma explained as she knelt down and scooped up a wad of snow, molding it into a smooth sphere. As she stood back up, she called out, "And throw it like this! Think fast Vegeta!"

As Vegeta turned his head towards Bulma he found himself staring at a ball of whiteness, just as it smacked him dead center between his eyes. The snow splattered all over his face, but quickly melted and evaporated as the heat of rage rose from his face.

Bulma and Bra both laughed as they watched Vegeta fume with irritation.

"WOMAN!" he boomed. Both girls continued on in laughter, Bulma now sitting in the snow nearly falling over from laughing so hard. Her eyes were closed, giving Vegeta the perfect chance for revenge.

Through her fits of laughter, Bulma realized her daughter had suddenly ceased laughter. She opened her tear-filled eyes, curious as to the reason for silence. As her eyes focused, she saw Vegeta's form standing before her. She gazed up, her eyes widening as she saw a huge snowball the size of a Saiyan spaceship hovering over her head.

Vegeta's right lip curled up into a sinister smile as he spoke mockingly, "Bulma, think fast." Bulma's eyes lit up in horror as Vegeta brought the enormous mound of snow crashing down on Bulma. Vegeta burst into maniacal laughter as he stood before the heap of snow covering his wife, while Bra sat stood stunned several feet away.

Vegeta's laughter ceased when he felt a strange sensation in his arm, as if something had just lightly touched it. He turned his head just slightly and peered downward to find his daughter staring up at him, her face brooding.

"Don't you pick on mommy like that!" Bra scolded as she poked her father's arm accusingly.

Vegeta faltered for a moment, caught off guard by his daughter's brashness. He grunted, mumbling an apology to his daughter as he knelt down, thrusting his hands into the mound of snow before him. As he stood back up, he pulled out a very livid snow-covered Bulma. He could not help but smile haughtily in sight of his victory. As he set Bulma down, she brushed herself off quickly, and then returned to the threatening stare. After a moment of thought, she decided it would be best if they tried something other than a snowball fight.