Merry Christmas, Mortals!

We had a really late Xmas celebration party so I was too tired to post yesterday... hehe. My Uncle kept playing God songs and we spent all night listening to some guy sing "Jesus oh Jesus". R&R!

"WOMAN! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"

Bulma took a nylon string out of her mouth to tie a glittering red ball to the door frame. "WHAT?!" She yelled back, slightly irritated. Her parents-more specifically, her mother, had went Christmas shopping and she was given the pressurizing role of decorating the house. The tree-undoubtedly the easiest task, her mother insisted, was to be decorated as a family, which left her this meaningless job-stringing coloured balls from the ceiling so her tall guests-or perhaps short guests with unnaturally tall spikey hair, could hit their heads against the dangling ornaments.

Perhaps that was what irked the little prince today. Then again, Bulma had only just started the living room and had not gotten to the GR yet, where she was sure Vegeta was heading towards...

...then again, this also meant her mother could have done something to it without her knowledge. Said person stormed in. "Woman! What did you do to the gravity room?!"

Bulma shrugged. "Nothing."

Vegeta grabbed the shiny ball out of her hands and shoved it in front of her face. "This! It's covered every inch of my GR!"

She stifled a giggle at the saiyan's frustrated and confused face. "They're Christmas decorations, Vegeta. And my mum probably left them, not me."

Still, te saiyan prince's glare did not subside. Bulma rolled her eyes, "it's not hazardous, Vegeta. They just make the house look pretty."

"Ridiculous... useless Earth.. things," the saiyan muttered.

Bulma giggled. Vegeta was always amusing, angry or not. "It's to celebrate a holiday called Christmas."

The saiyan glanced towards the pine tree in the middle of the room questioningly. "Is there a reason why a plant is in the room?"

Bulma nodded. "It's tradition to leave presents under the Christmas tree. But we haven't decorated it yet."

The saiyan said nothing, but glared at the offending tree with a look that would have withered a lesser tree-but alas pines were quite hardy plants.

"Can I... have the ball back?" Bulma asked.

Vegeta growled and examined the ornament in his fist. "This is... what is this?!"

At this point Bulma abandoned her initial job and stalked over to Vegeta. She glanced at the red ball over his shoulder and giggled. "That is Santa Claus, 'Geta."

The prince growled softly at the nickname, but his curiosity took over. "Santa?"

"Yup. He watched you to see if you're naughty or nice, and on Christmas eve he comes into our houses through the chimney and eats the cookies and milk we lay out for him, and later on he leaves presents under the tree."

Vegeta stiffened at the thought of an intruder.

Bulma caught his look. "Woah there, chill. Santa's just a fairytale. He's not real."

Vegeta relaxed and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "You mean to tell me you humans worship some imaginary fat man in red that stalks and watches you, breaks into your house and invades your privacy, eats your food, just because he leaves you presents?"

Bulma opened her mouth to retort, but broke into a fit of laughter. She had never really thought of it that way before-and the way he put it did seem ridiculous and pointless. Anyways Vegeta had a point.

"Yea, I guess so... I mean I never thought of it that way before..." She imagined Santa in a dark suit with lock picking tools robbing cookies, and giggled.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "How is it you humans can come up with the silliest of traditions?"

"Well, Vegeta, then I guess you wouldn't want to hear another one of our "silly" traditions..." Bulma let her voice trail off meaningfully as she glanced above her head, to see the both of them standing under a very familiar plant.

"Oh? Why is that," Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"Well, we hang up these little plants called mistletoe all over the house, and when two people are caught underneath it at the same time they kiss. It could be just a peck on the cheek of lips between friends and family, or something more... passionate."

Vegeta chuckled. "That's silly. What does this... mistletoe look like?"

For some unknown reason Bulma blushed, and looked above her. "Like that."

Vegeta looked up and, realizing what she meant, turned crimson.

In a move she didn't expect, Vegeta grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him, crushing his lips on hers. Bulma's eyes widened in shock but kissed back almost eagerly, unsure of her own actions. Vegeta kissed with rough passion but his lips were soft and sweet, and Bulma sank into his embrace, forgetting all about a certain someone a.k.a. her boyfriend... (Uh Oh)

They broke apart after the longest -and admittedly the best- ten seconds of Vegeta's life, both flushed crimson. Bulma retreated upstairs and Vegeta locked himself in the gravity room to cool down-just before Mr. and Mrs. Briefs entered the room and, to Bunny's dismay, found everything undecorated.