Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics to Baby its Cold Outside although I maintain that it is a great song and should exclusively be limited to the rat pack's version.

The next week although Vegeta's normal routine of training did not change he started to notice slight changes about Capsule Corp and its inhabitants. Why he had never noticed it all the year before he didn't understand but if he had really thought about it he would have realized it was because now he held a greater interest in the holiday culture since watching the Christmas movie; a greater interest in one earthling imparticular….

One night as he came in from training for dinner he heard soft music coming from the living room and as he came closer he also heard soft humming along with it. He peaked around the corner to see none other than the blue haired angel that plagued his thoughts.

She was wrapping a red sparkling strange fabric around the stair banister. Sparkling white crystals of intricate patterns already hung from the high ceiling and as she decked the banister she hummed to the song and swayed a little her blue mane following her movements, the whole atmosphere lulling Vegeta into an almost hypnotic state.

I really can't stay
(but baby it's cold outside)
I've got to go away
(but baby it's cold outside)
This evening has been
(been hoping that you'd drop in)
So very nice
(i'll hold your hands, they're just like ice)
My mother will start worry
(beautiful whats your hurry)
My father will be pacing the floor
(listen to the fireplace roar)
So really i'd better scurry
(beautiful please don't hurry)
but maybe just a half a drink more
(put some records on while i pour)

As Vegeta stood in awe of his surroundings the lyrics of the song slowly reaching his ears.

the neighbors might think
(baby it's bad out there)
say what's in this drink
(no cabs to be had out there)
i wish i knew how
(your eyes are like starlight now)
to break this spell
(i'll take your hat, your hair looks swell)
i ought to say "no, no, no sir"
(mind if i move in closer)
at least i'm gonna say that i tried
(what's the sense in hurtin' my pride)
i really can't stay
(oh baby don't hold out)

both:baby it's cold out side

Vegeta found himself wondering back to the thoughts that had plagued him every unguarded moment since that night as he watched her eyes sparkle, hips sway and long blue locks caress her lower back. Her loud mouth had been enough distraction before he had thought but now her hidden graces, obvious beauty, and delectable body drew him in like a moth to the flame; yet the hottest flames burn blue and he found that not only did he lust for her body, but something else attracted him to her an unseen force that Vegeta could not understand because it was unlike anything he had ever felt, which wasn't saying much with his limited emotional range.

i've gotta get home
(but baby you'd freeze out there)
say lend me a coat
(it's up to your knees out there)
you've really been grand
(i thrill when you touch my hand)
but don't you see?
(how can you do this thing to me?)
there's bound to be talk tomorrow
(think of my lifelong sorrow)
at least there will be plenty implied
(if you got namonia and died)
i really can't stay
(get over that old out)

both:baby it's cold
baby it's cold outside


His body willed him closer to the angel as she began to actually sing the last verse in a voice he was shocked she was capable of. All the times he had heard her shriek out in anger and now she sang on like a nightingale. The provocativness of her voice and the persuasiveness of the song pulled him into the room before he finally gained control of his muscles and his iron will power was tested before he did anything that would be foolish in the eyes of a warrior.

Unfortunately he was spotted by Bulma before he could flee, although in the back of his mind he was grateful he was not reduced to fleeing an even more unbecoming quality in a warrior.

"Oh Vegeta, I didn't see you there. Enjoy my singing?" She taunted with a hint of a smirk.

Vegeta decided to try a different method of evasion then insults, "What is all this?" He asked instead being totally evasive.

"These are Christmas decorations." She explained part of her wanted to be sarcastic and catty to rile him up into their usual frustrating and yet arousing arguments but she knew he really had no idea what any of it meant and she truly wanted to be the one to help him understand. To find the Christmas spirit within him, gods help her she even wanted to be the ghost of Christmas present to his Ebenezer Scrooge. She smiled and laughed internally at her analogy before continuing. "Red garland, snowflakes for winter." Bulma observed Vegeta's curious study of the snowflakes.

"Have you never seen snow before?" She asked a little shocked.

Vegeta shook his head a little. "No I have seen snow, but never like this."

She smiled, "Snowflakes when they are usually so small the complex and intricate patterns are missed but they are far more beautiful then any seen at a distance."

Vegeta seemed to nod a little though if he was conscious of it she couldn't tell. Suddenly he turned his intense gaze on her. His eyes seemed to burrow right into her soul and she found the gaze to be quite overstimulating…so she quickly changed the subject.

"In about a weak there will be even more in here when we get the tree."

"Tree?" Vegeta queried with a raised brow. "You bring a tree into your home?"

"Yes. And then decorate it with beautiful lights and shining ornaments with a star on top and brightly colored gifts wrapped underneath. I can assure you it will be the most beautiful sight you've ever seen."

'I beg to differ' He thought continuing to stare at the beauty before him. His minds eye supplied for him a scene of Bulma outfitted in the attire and adornment of a saiyan queen standing upon a balcony the long since lost planet Vegeta-sei her backdrop. That was a sight he would consider the most beautiful he had ever seen.

He blinked hard at that thought. When had he begun considering her as mate material? The thought was almost too ridiculous to comprehend, the harping human annoyance of a female as his mate? And yet he had thought of it.

"Which reminds me…" Bulma ended his train of thought bringing his eyes back into focus only to see the woman had moved. "I have to think of something to give you for a gift?"

"Whatever for?" He asked reverting to his indignant mode.

"Because everyone gives gifts at the holidays to show they… care…." Bulma blushed a light pink as her words caught up with her did she just admit TO Vegeta that she cared for him!?

She wasn't sure how she felt about the alien lord. His gaze unsettled her but she didn't really fear him regardless of his past action, massive power, or short temper. 'Perhaps other reasons having to do with his delicious physique?' She postulated for a moment.

She had taken care of him ever since he arrived on Earth, for no reason other than it seemed like the right thing to do. Yet now, she wanted to help him and since his curious reactions at Thanksgiving she wanted to be near him too.

Vegeta stood stunned by the woman's simple and yet overwhelming confession. Care was a word not in the saiyan vernacular unless it was proceeded by don't. He knew he had cared about his mother when he was a child and that his father and mother had cared for each other, but in their own way.

"I mean, you live here and you are willing to help defeat the androids so its not as if you are completely naughty." She quickly modified her answer to avoid embarrassment and the difficult questions plaguing her mind.

Vegeta his chest tightened to the point of pain before releasing into a mild discomfort, he knew he should be relieved that her care was nothing more than platonic, but at the same time he was…disappointed…an emotion he was all too familiar with. But he shrugged it off as he had so often pretended to do in his life and instead allowed his curiosity to continue. "Naughty?" He asked.

"Yeah, part of the Christmas tradition for children is that you have to behave in order to get gifts from Kris Kringle. He gives presents to the good and coal to the bad."

"Preposterous." Vegeta snorted before turning to leave the room he had no interest in being compared to a wayward child.

"You will join us for the tree decorating, won't you Vegeta?" Bulma asked in a quieter voice, her insecurity rising a little to the surface.

Vegeta knew that the look on her face would be a pitiful one pleading with him to take an interest in her holiday she so obviously cherished and to save himself the torment without turning around he answered, "Yeah." Before promptly heading out of the room to the kitchen.

So I said I would finish this by New Years and yet chapters seem to be multiplying but I'm all for carrying Christmas into the New Year for as long as possible! More to come SOON!