No, I didn't come up with them. Just leave me alone! sob

And now, the moment you've all been waiting for…the kiss! (Insane giggling one would only expect from an incredibly hormonal teenage girl.)

Okay, enough of that. On with the show! Er, story.

The blinking light and soft ring warned Vegeta of the incoming call. He finished up his combination and turned to look toward the screen. A shrill voice came out before he saw Bulma's face appear.

"Get your royal ass out of there and get dressed for the Christmas Eve party. You've got thirty minutes."

"Why should I?" He asked as he started his combination again. "Christmas Eve isn't for another week."

"We're just celebrating early, so hurry up."

"And what if I'm not going to the party?" he said smugly.

"Then I don't know what'll happen the next time your little room breaks," she replied just as smugly before turning off the monitor. His smirk faded into a frown and he turned off the transmission. Grudgingly, he finished up his combination and turned off the gravitational pull.

He was on his way out when he smelled something. He inhaled deeply, trying to figure out what it was. The aroma was so powerful, he almost sneezed.

'What is that?'

As he walked down the hallway, the scent only got stronger and stronger. Oddly enough, Vegeta didn't mind. It was invigorating, exotic and…exciting? Hmm. He paused where the scent was the most concentrated and glanced to his left before continuing. There was only a closed door there. But it was Bulma's bedroom door.

'So, it IS that woman. She has to be in heat, but the scent that she's giving off is intoxicating. It's so strong, a HUMAN could smell it.'

Vegeta entered his bedroom, stripping off his sweaty clothes before climbing into the shower. His thoughts had advanced further on the subject of the woman. 'Why is she forcing me to go to this hellish party, anyway? No one will notice if I'm there or not.' As he washed, his fingers ran over a round scab on his right shoulder. He stared at it for a minute, trying to recollect where it had come from. Then it hit him.

Teeth bared and eyes wild, she leapt across the table, sending the pancakes flying and tipping Vegeta's chair, bringing him down with her. Snarling and shouting rude words, Bulma miraculously managed to get him on his stomach. She straddled him and pinned him in the strongest and most painful way she knew how. "Say you're sorry NOW."

Although Bulma's sudden physical violence toward him both surprised and impressed Vegeta, he knew that she couldn't hold him down. He simply wiggled free of her grasp and stood up. Bulma yelped and wrapped her arms and legs around him to save herself from falling.

"A little scared to land on your ass, woman?" Vegeta sneered at her. Both angered and embarrassed by her display of inferiority, she clamped her jaw down on his shoulder as hard as she could until she felt his skin break.

Vegeta's reaction was immediate. He ripped her off his back, set her on a nearby chair harshly and looked her straight in the eye. "NEVER bite a Saiyan."

He steadied himself with the wall of the shower, staring at the scab like it was a flesh-eating virus. 'That CAN'T be right. She doesn't know our customs. Besides, she's mating with that earthling bastard.' Vegeta tried to ignore the mark, but an odd feeling still nagged him as he finished his shower.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw an outfit neatly spread out on his bed: black dress slacks and a red polo shirt with a solitary stripe of green around the edge of the collar. Her scent hung over it like a heavy fog. Reluctantly, Vegeta donned the outfit and headed toward the living room.

Some unexplainable force stopped him when he saw her. She was reclined slightly on the couch, most of her hair pinned up except for a single lock, which curled around her chin. Her simple dress was a snowy white, fitting her snugly. She had painted her lips a cherry red, but it was her eyes…her eyes were absolutely dazzling.

She saw Vegeta before he had a chance to recover. "It's about time you showed up," she said, but not angrily. She gracefully strode over to him and fixed his collar. She then said in a softer voice, "You look nice, Vegeta." He just nodded.

Bunny walked in carrying a tray of food and squeaked with delight. "Ooh, you two are under the mistletoe!" She giggled and set the tray down. Vegeta stared at her, not knowing what to think, but Bulma's face reddened. "You have to kiss now!" She giggled again and left to get some more food.

Bulma couldn't even look Vegeta in the eye. "It's a stupid tradition. You don't have to—" Vegeta wordlessly lifted her chin and kissed her.

Bulma's disbelief wore away and she kissed him back, running her palms up his chest, savoring every inch, every moment. The kiss deepened as his hand slid down to the small of her back, pulling her closer. They eventually broke free, panting but still remaining close, their bodies huddled together to ward off the sudden chill they felt. Vegeta's eyes came to rest on the simple ring on her left hand—

"Sorry to interrupt you two." Bulma pushed Vegeta away as they both whirled to see who had walked in. Goku stood in the entrance, grinning stupidly and holding a turkey.

"Kakarott, if you even DARE—"

"Goku, don't you breathe a WORD—"

"Don't worry," he said reassuringly, setting the turkey next to the other dishes, "your secret's safe with me." There was an awkward silence as Goku's smile widened.

"Good," Bulma and Vegeta said in unison, before starting to leave. Goku grabbed the older Saiyan's sleeve as he was passing by.

"Vegeta, you've got some lipstick on your mouth." The Prince wiped it off and nodded at Goku before exiting. The young Saiyan surveyed the room before allowing himself a little victory dance. 'Yes! Santa's even better than the Dragonballs!'

Aww! Goku is so sweet! And I don't know about you guys, but I was cracking up when Goku was smiling and everything. It just seemed so…Goku-like. I don't know, maybe I need some sleep or something.

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