If you didn't read the last chapter, I suggest you do. If you did read the last chapter, I suggest you read it again. It's one of my favorites!

Christmas Eve dinner was a grand tradition at the Briefs' household. The entire 'Z' gang got together, and new additions were added all the time. Gohan was born and started attending, Piccolo started coming, and now Vegeta.

'Vegeta….' Even though Bulma was wrapped up in another man's arms, she couldn't stop thinking about the Saiyan Prince. 'What happened? That kiss wasn't like any of the kisses that Yamcha and I have had. Could I really…," she let her mind trail off, not allowing herself to admit the newfound and unwelcome feelings.

"Bulma, are you alright?" Yamcha frowned down at her pensive countenance and she returned his gaze.

"Of course I am." She unwillingly smiled up at him, and he bought it.

"So," he began, lowering his voice, "when should we announce it?"

"I was thinking after dinner." She watched Yamcha take a slug of beer before placing the empty bottle on the table next to a few others. "How many was that?"

"Don't worry, I can handle it," Yamcha replied carelessly. Bulma was about to argue, but bit her tongue. Why argue; they were going to be happily married in a couple of months.

Vegeta stood on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall in his usual manner. Well, almost usual. If it was usual, he wouldn't have been staring at the blue-haired woman across the room. But he was.

'What is it about her that's so…mesmerizing? She's so weak, so fragile, so stubborn, so….' He stopped when he caught another whiff of her fragrance, which left him dazed.

No one really noticed how oddly the pair was behaving, except for two other party-goers.

"Hah! This is so exciting! Did I tell you they kissed?" Goku whispered to the Namekian standing beside him. Piccolo only responded with an eye roll.

"Thirteen times, now fourteen. And why do you have to meddle in their relationship?"

Goku looked at him, hurt. "Because it's fun."

Piccolo was about to respond when Bunny came in and announced dinner was ready.

There was a feast waiting for everyone in the dining room. Two gigantic turkeys, both made by Chichi, were placed on either side. There was green bean casserole, chestnut stuffing, cranberry sauce, vegetable soup, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, gravy, bread and butter, and anything else Bunny felt like making. It smelled divine.

"Yo, Yamcha, come sit by me!" Krillen shouted as he sat down. Yamcha agreed and dragged Bulma with him, seating her by his side. Coincidentally, Goku forced Vegeta to sit next to him, causing Vegeta and Bulma to be across from each other.

'Hee hee!' Goku giggled to himself, watching them eagerly for any sign of affection. 'This is great!'

Bulma's and Vegeta's eyes met and Goku held his breath, waiting for them to fly across the table into each other's arms. But it never happened. Bulma blushed furiously and looked away, while the Prince averted his eyes to his plate. Goku was crushed. 'Wait—'

But his thoughts were interrupted when Dr. Briefs stood up and clapped his hands for silence. "As you all know," he began, "this has been an eventful year. Goku came back from outer space!"

Everyone cheered as the young Saiyan blushed, and rubbed the back of his head bashfully.

"Also, it seems we have a new member to add to our gang. Vegeta!"

Polite claps followed, but a loud 'me-YOW!' could be heard from the end of the table that Mrs. Briefs was sitting at. Everyone laughed, except for Vegeta. His cheeks reddened and he looked down at his plate. 'Idiotic housewife….'

"Finally, we learned some disturbing news from a mysterious youth that visited us from the future."

At the mention of the odd visit, everyone became silent.

"He told us of the inevitable events that have yet to come. We can only pray for strength and for the boy who risked his future to save ours."

The gang bent their heads down to wish for the boy's wellbeing as well as their own. A moment passed in silence, then, simultaneously, the group began talking happily as Mr. Briefs began carving one of the turkeys.

The meal had begun.

"Yamcha, could you pass me the potatoes?" Yamcha ignored his fiancée. Apparently what Krillen had to say was much more interesting. "Yamcha?"

Goku noticed the opportunity, grabbed the potatoes and passed them to Vegeta so he could give them to Bulma.

"Here," Vegeta said gruffly, handing her the bowl. She murmured 'thanks' and started piling some on her plate, saddened by the fact that Yamcha had snubbed her, but not nearly as much since Vegeta had—

'Arg! Why can't I get him out of my head?' She picked at the food on her plate as Yamcha knocked back a few more beers. He and Krillen were arguing about which football teams held more promise. His back was turned completely on his fiancée.

Vegeta's eyes shifted between the two curiously. 'That moron doesn't know what he's got—' but the Saiyan was shocked when his eyes met Bulma's.

This time, instead of turning away, the pair forgot themselves. Where they were, who they were, it didn't matter. Blue and black, day and night: one full of color, vivacity, bliss, the other with mystery, persistence, passion. Both delved deeper into each other's eyes, searching for a hint of mutual feelings, trying to find some satisfaction within the ephemeral glance. Opposites, yet one and the same…somehow.

"Bulma!" She snapped out of her trance and turned around to face Yamcha. Vegeta returned to his plate, hoping no one noticed, although Goku was choking on turkey for some reason.

"I'm sorry, Yamcha. I was thinking again…." He laughed, oblivious to what her thoughts were actually about.

"That's my girl!" He slapped her on the back, then a blank look covered his face. "I was going to say something, but I forgot what it was." He shrugged and returned to his conversation with Krillen.

Bulma glared at him and excused herself from the table, marching upstairs. Yamcha didn't notice, but Goku and Vegeta did.

"Hey, Vegeta," Goku started, his mind racing to find an excuse for his friend. "Do you still have that pen that I lent you?"

Vegeta looked at him quizzically. "Did you eat some pills you found on the floor again?"

"You know, the PEN." Goku nudged the Prince in the side and tried to motion inconspicuously to Bulma's empty seat. "Could you get that from your ROOM? UPSTAIRS?" Vegeta's eyes widened, then narrowed.

"Right." Vegeta threw in a couple of insults to make it look more believable before he headed up the stairs.

Bulma's mom, situated at the head of the table, saw both her daughter and Vegeta leave. 'Curious,' she mused. Yamcha also excused himself and stumbled up the stairs. 'Very curious.'

Oh my God! What's going on upstairs? Did Goku really lend Vegeta a pen? What's Bulma looking for? And why did Yamcha leave? Did he hear about an orgy? I guess you'll just have to wait until next time….

By the way, I have a really random question: What's that form that Saiyans turn into when they see the light of the full moon? Is it the Ozuroo state? Please tell me!