I'm sorry about the delay. Normally, I would have had it posted on Tuesday, but I had the rough draft of a paper due in myEnglish class and it took ALL NIGHT. It won't happen again, though, I promise.

Special thanks to TrunksGurl09 for the last part of this chapter. And just so you know, this is Christmas morning, so Bulma isn't freaked out anymore by the Yamcha incident.

I don't own them blah, blah, blah, okay, let's go!

"Morning, Princy."

The Saiyan started in his sleep, trying to figure out why she was in his room. "What?" he asked, glaring at the sniggering blue-haired woman perched next to him.

"Merry Christmas! That's what."

In one fluid motion, she bounced off her bed and was gone. The Prince snorted and rolled out of bed.

He bathed and dressed quickly, not wanting to miss the breakfast that he could smell being prepared. Before he went downstairs, he rooted out the three gifts that he had gotten. They were crudely wrapped in newspaper, the way Vegeta had seen it done on television once. He balanced them awkwardly in his arms as he descended the stairs.

"Good morning, Vegeta!" Bunny called as she scrambled some eggs. "Merry Christmas!" It was then she noticed the packages in his arms. "Oh, you darling! You didn't have to get us anything!" Bulma's mom turned to her husband. "Honey, could you take Vegeta's presents into the other room?"

Dr. Briefs looked over the top of his newspaper. "My dear boy, you didn't need to do that! Here, allow me." He stumbled over to Vegeta and relieved him of the three presents. "I'll go put these under the tree with the others."

"Thanks, honey!" Bunny called out after her husband left. Vegeta took a seat at the kitchen table when Bulma strode in.

"Merry Christmas, Mom," she said as she kissed her mother on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas, dear. Breakfast is almost done, so go keep Vegeta company while I finish up."

"Morning, Vegeta." He grumbled something back and she giggled.

"Merry Christmas to you, too."

"Why are there socks hanging over the fireplace?"

"My God, Vegeta, do you live in a cave or something? Oh no, wait, you live in the TRAINING room."

"Ha, ha, ha, very amusing. Now answer the question." The group had just finished breakfast, and while Bunny and Dr. Briefs were cleaning up, Vegeta and Bulma went to the living room so they could pull down the socks.

"The stockings are filled with little presents for us. This one's yours." She handed him a green one, which was about a foot long and stretched out to accommodate all of the trinkets inside. Vegeta eyed his suspiciously as Bulma pulled hers down.

"Does…Santa fill the stockings?"

"Santa?" she asked, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Santa doesn't exist, who—"

"DAMMIT, Kakarott!"

Now Bulma was really laughing. "You mean, all this time you thought Santa brought the presents?"

Vegeta was getting irritated. "Well, what was I supposed to think? No one told me otherwise!"

"Okay, okay, calm down!"

"I AM calm!"

"Just don't bring it up again, okay?"

"Fine." They simultaneously sat on the couch in a huff, waiting for Bunny and Dr. Briefs to come in. The tension was so strong, it was visible in the air, hovering around them threateningly. Occasionally, Bulma tried to look at him, but each time, her eyes met his, they would both start and turn away. Finally, Bulma broke the silence.

"So—"

"Are you two ready to open presents?" Bunny sang as she bounded into the room. Both Bulma and Vegeta whirled around guiltily. Unaware of the friction—or, at least, pretending to be—Bulma's mom pulled her stocking down and sat on a nearby recliner. Dr. Briefs hurried in and followed his wife's example. "Come on! Let's see what we got!"

All four of them dumped out their stockings, revealing a plethora of candy and capsules. They all spent some length of time admiring the contents. After that, they wandered to the greenhouse, where the Christmas tree was.

The Saiyan Prince had never seen the Christmas tree before; he never walked through the greenhouse. Now, he gazed up at the towering pine, easily three stories high, wrapped in white lights, ornaments and tinsel. A glistening star rested on top. Dwarfed by the size of the tree, twelve presents sat under its boughs.

"Vegeta!" Bunny sang. "Seeing as how you're our guest, you should open your presents first." She handed him a dark green box with a red bow on top. "This one is from me!" Slowly, he tore the paper off of the box and opened it. Vegeta parted the tissue paper and held up…

A pair of black leather pants.

Immediately, Bunny began to blush and giggle wildly while Bulma sighed and massaged the bridge of her nose in embarrassment.

Next, Dr. Briefs handed Vegeta a capsule. "In there is another training room. Now you can train up to five-hundred times gravity and the metal is Saiyan-proof, so it won't break as often." Vegeta smirked as he pocketed the capsule, and Dr. Briefs knew enough to be satisfied with that reaction.

Bulma then slyly slipped him a package tightly wrapped with green ribbon. He broke the seal and gingerly unfolded the paper. Inside was a blue training suit. He pulled it out and looked at it with mild interest. "It's a new material," she began, "a special blend I made myself. It's a lot more durable than the other clothes that you've been using." He nodded and carefully replaced the suit. "Do you like it?"

He hesitated, then replied with a low, "Yes." Bulma smiled at him slowly.

Vegeta put his presents next to him and then pulled the gifts he had bought out from under the Christmas tree. The one on the very top of the pile had a tag that read, "To Slave, From Prince Vegeta XIV." He handed this package to Bunny.

"Ooh! Thank you Vegeta!" She eagerly ripped the newspaper apart and triumphantly held up her present. "Oven mitts! How did you know I needed new ones?" He didn't reply; he smirked.

The package that read, "To Nerd, From The Prince of All Saiyans," went to Dr. Briefs. He uttered an exclamation of surprise when he unwrapped a brand new Saiyan scouter. "Where did you get this?" he asked.

"I had it on Namek, but I taught myself how to sense ki, so I never used it." Dr. Briefs didn't hear him; he was too busy pressing random buttons to see what happened.

That left the last package. It was lumpy and awkwardly wrapped, with a piece of twine holding it together. The tag on it said simply, "Woman." He handed it roughly to Bulma, avoiding her playful gaze as she started to unwrap it. Her 'playful gaze' turned into a look of complete surprise when she held up her present: a beautiful red gown.

"Oh my—Vegeta, this is beautiful!" She held the dress up against her body and admired the color against her skin, the cut of the fabric, the small amount of sequins strategically placed to reflect the color of her hair every which way.

Bunny was examining it with her. "Wow, your favorite color. And SO nice…." Bulma didn't hear, though, she was too busy examining the dress on herself, imagining what it would look like on.

"Are you pleased?" Vegeta asked her coolly, but was caught off-guard when she looked up with tears glittering in her eyes. She didn't reply; she flung her arms around his neck.

"I love it," she whispered into his ear. It took her awhile to realize where she was: in the same room as her parents. She pulled herself off of Vegeta, sniveling but smiling nonetheless. "Thank you, Vegeta."

A red dress? That Vegeta sure is one smooth devil. And I heard recently that Bunny said to Bulma once in the TV show, "Back in my day, anyone who showed that much commitment to anything was definitely marriage material." She's so funny (and right)!

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