Time for some Vegeta x Bulma. Hanukkah isn't really related to Christmas at all except for the time of year, but I recently acquired (cough stole cough) the headcanon that the Briefs family are Jewish, and thus would celebrate Hanukkah...so here's a little something for any Jewish readers who are maybe sick of Christmas stuff. If I make any mistakes please let me know and I'll fix them.

"What is this?"

Bulma glanced up from a box that she was opening. She followed Vegeta's gaze to the table, where the nine-branched menorah sat.

"It's a menorah," she said. "It's for Hanukkah."

Vegeta's brow furrowed.

"Menorah? Hanukkah? What the hell are those?"

Bulma rolled her eyes, but, then again, it wasn't the Saiyan prince's fault that he didn't know what it was. Everything would be new to him on this planet, she expected.

"It's a holiday. Hanukkah is, I mean. And the menorah's basically the centerpiece...at least it's the one thing that everyone who doesn't celebrate the holiday recognizes."

Vegeta stared at the object dubiously. He picked it up and started turning it over in his hands. Bulma snatched it back.

"Oy, gorilla hands, careful. I don't want you to snap it in half."

Vegeta glowered at her.

"I'm not stupid," he said.

"Had me fooled," said Bulma, placing the menorah carefully back on the table.

"What the hell do you do with it?" Vegeta asked. "It doesn't look like anything."

"It's a candle holder, you nimrod. What, they didn't have candles back on monkey planet?"

The look on Vegeta's face was priceless – a mixture of irritation at being insulted and anger at the fact that he in fact had no idea what a candle was and didn't want to admit it.

Bulma covered her hand with her mouth to hide her soft snort. All right. She would take pity on him, the poor confused extraterrestrial.

"Here," she said, pulling candles out of the box and starting to place them into the holders. "These are candles. Hanukkah takes place over eight days. Every night after sunset you light another candle."

"Why?" Vegeta asked. "Sounds stupid."

Bulma rolled her eyes and pulled the shamash candle out last, fumbling in her pocket for a lighter.

"It's a symbol. Because back in Jerusalem, there wasn't enough oil to keep the fire in the temple going during a siege, and..." she paused to get the light going again and light the shamash, "and then there was a miracle; the fire stayed lit for eight more days."

Vegeta looked actually rather fascinated by the flame, a spark of 'oh, that's what a candle does' flashing in his eyes.

"And it's the first night of Hanukkah, so we light a candle," she said, reaching across.

She caught the first candle on the left alight with the flame on the shamash. Then she reached back to the wall to flip off the light, so that only the candle flame lit up the darkness.

The flickering orange light lit the sharp edges of Vegeta's face with a surprising artistry. Her breath actually caught in her throat for a minute. Damn. He was far more attractive that she remembered.

Vegeta himself was staring at the little flickering flame, fascinated. The light shone in his deep, dark eyes.

Then he glanced up at Bulma, realizing she was staring at him.

He let out a somewhat irritated cough, as though upset that Bulma had seen him acting so interested in something so stupid. A smile twitched at Bulma's lips.

"Well, it's not entirely stupid," Vegeta grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Glad to have gotten your approval," said Bulma, just rolling her eyes and smiling as she went to turn the lights back on.