This is just a little story about Christmas with Vegeta and Bulma. It might be a little OOC, so beware, but I got the idea in my head and I just had to write it down. So Happy Holidays to all that decide to read this story in the hopes of getting some Christmas cheer.

Disclaimer: Don't own Dragon Ball Z

Christmas Eve

It was a beautiful December morning, one that many people would be able to remember later because of its perfection. It had snowed the night before, leaving a fresh dusting that coated the trees and the buildings, making it look like a divine winter wonderland. Holiday lights and decorations were up and the temperature was almost above freezing so it was tolerable for those people who didn't consider themselves to be snowbirds. People were bustling around busily, trying to get their last minute holiday shopping done before the big day tomorrow. No one seemed to notice the unusual couple that was walking through the congested parking lot of the mall.

Vegeta looked around at the mill of people walking into the mall that always accompanied the ridiculous human holiday known as Christmas. Crossing his arms, he tried to make himself as small as possible so as to avoid notice and to also avoid being touched or jostled by the myriad of human beings who were all here for the same reason as himself and his mate: to finish the shopping that went along with the preposterous idea of gift giving (although he certainly didn't mind receiving them). He still didn't know how he had got suckered into going along with Bulma, but here he was and he had a feeling that they would be in for the long haul today. For some reason, unknown to him, Bulma thrived on big crowds and the rowdiness that went along with last minute shopping. Usually, he never had to go along with her, but this year, it just so happened that everyone else who could have conveniently helped her out was out of the picture. Seeing that they were closing in on the mall, he quickly stepped around Bulma to pull open the door, making sure that no one touched his body. Growling under his breath, he waited for Bulma to go in ahead of him, hissing in exasperation as she took her sweet time entering.

"For the love of God Woman, hurry it up! The faster we get in here, the faster we can get out of here!" Vegeta hissed under his breath.

Bulma just looked up fondly at her husband, gently patting him on the cheek, surprised at his gentlemanly manners. He had really mellowed out over the years. To think, she'd actually canoodled him into helping her with the Christmas shopping this year! That had to be a record. Walking around him, she opened her winter coat and shook the snow out of her hair, reaching around to grab Vegeta's hand.

"Loosen up would you? You're acting like this is some sort of death sentence! Just be grateful you don't have to sit on Santa's lap, although I do think it would make an adorable picture." A muttered "You would." was all the response she got out of him. Sighing happily that she got to spend the entire day with Vegeta, Bulma pulled out her list complete with all of the stores that they had to stop at to get her last minute gifts for her family. The only people she had left were Trunks and her mother. Smiling happily to herself, she had already gotten Vegeta's present a while ago and there was another one that she had just found out about that would most likely surprise her husband. At least she hoped it would, thinking about the first time she had given him that particular present. Clearing her mind of any uncertain thoughts, she turned her attention back to Vegeta who looked like a wild animal about to go on a rampage.

Rubbing his hand in a comforting motion, Bulma stepped in a little closer. "Hey bud, it's Christmas! Put a little holiday spirit into that frowny face of yours!"

Letting out a huff of resignation, Vegeta tried to calm himself down. He just wasn't a people person and being forced to endure endless crowds of crazy last minute shoppers out for a bargain was not his idea of a fun or relaxing time. "I don't see why you needed me to come along. I don't even know what it is you're looking for and besides, I have no clue as to where to look seeing as I avoid this confounded place like the plague."

"Well, it was either come along with me or baby-sit Trunks."

Yes, he remembered now. She'd tricked him into coming along by threatening to make him look after his son and Kakarot's brat at the same time. At the time, he had thought for some reason that coming along with Bulma would be the lesser of two evils. It wasn't until they had pulled into the mall parking lot that he had come to the conclusion that he would rather watch over two obnoxious demi-saiyans any day then go last minute Christmas shopping.

He was about to make a smart aleck remark back to Bulma when he saw someone about to run into his mate, not paying attention to where they were going and not really caring about who they pushed themselves into. Quickly maneuvering around Bulma he pushed her out of the way, letting the arrogant human run into him instead. Putting his foot out slightly, he watched in amusement as the idiot tripped and fell to his knees.

Seeing what her husband had just done, Bulma yanked on his arm, pulling him out of the way before he could start a scuffle with a complete stranger, knowing the stranger would be the one to come out with the short end of the stick. The last thing she wanted was for mall security to show up and have to escort her and her surly, short-tempered husband off the premises before she had even started her shopping. Rounding on him, she put her hands on her hips.

"Hey Vegeta, what the heck was that for? We're here to shop, not accost bystanders and get kicked out!"

"Well, it was either that or have you get trampled alive. Besides, he should have watched where he was walking. He's lucky I didn't do anything worse for touching my princely body with his filthy foot." Let her berate him. She was lucky he was in a gracious mood or else he wouldn't have allowed her to pull him away. And pounding some idiot baka certainly seemed appealing at the moment.

Smiling slightly at his small kindness, Bulma tugged on his arm again, steering him away from the corridor they were standing in towards the toy store that held one of Trunks's Christmas presents.

"What in God's green earth is this horrible place?" Vegeta muttered out as he found himself being taken into a store full of colorful toys and screaming children. Covering his sensitive ears, he looked at Bulma, pleading with his eyes that they not stop. Unfortunately, that's exactly where she seemed intent on entering.

"This, Vegeta, is a toy store, and we have to come in here otherwise Trunks won't be getting that Megagravaman action set he's been wanting for Christmas. And it was the first thing on his Christmas list." Yanking him bodily inside, Bulma marched through the crowded aisles as though she owned the place, only stopping when she came to the exact place where Trunks's present was located.

Vegeta just stared at the ridiculous garbage his son seemed so obsessed about. If it were up to him, he wouldn't be getting anything childish for Christmas. He was eleven, and by Saiyan standards, had planet Vegeta still existed, he would have been part of a squad going out on purging missions. Besides that, Vegeta knew all about the myth that surrounded Christmas and according to it, if you were naughty, the only gift you were supposed to receive from the stupid fat elf was a piece of coal, something Bulma had given him as a joke on his first Christmas. And in his opinion, Trunks's behavior for the last year warranted a whole truckload of coal, not some sissy plastic action toy. Looking back over at Bulma, he realized she was just standing there instead of getting the infernal toy off the shelf so they could leave.

"Woman, are you going to get the damn thing or are you going to stare at it until it walks away on its own?"

Turning her head sideways slightly, Bulma looked over at Vegeta. Smiling, she motioned for him to move closer, which wasn't difficult seeing as they were surrounded by a multitude of like-minded patrons. "I can't reach it Vegeta. The last one is stuck on the top shelf."

"And what do you expect me to do about it? We're the same height."

Rolling her eyes, she motioned with her hands, whispering into his ear what she wanted him to do. I mean, what was the point of having a husband with super powers if she couldn't take advantage of them once in a while? Of course, Vegeta didn't see it that way.

"Forget it Woman. Get the store servant person to help you out, but I'm not doing it." It would be demeaning not to mention risky with all of the people wandering up and down the aisles.

"Come on Vegeta! Don't be such a spoilsport. We can wait until the aisle is clear. You can grab it in under a millisecond and no one will be the wiser. Besides, if I have to leave to find the clerk, it might not be here by the time I get back." Batting her eyelashes at him, Bulma put on her most helpless look, hoping he would feel a smidgen of guilt about not wanting to help. Besides, she wasn't in any condition to be running around the store looking for clerks who weren't busy, who would be pretty much impossible to find anyway. But Vegeta didn't know that and she didn't want to ruin her surprise.

Looking at Bulma's expression, Vegeta found himself caving in. Hoping his father in Hell never saw how soft he had become, he let out a sigh of defeat. He just couldn't resist her when she looked at him like that, making him feel like he was two inches tall.

"Fine, but I'm never doing this again for you, understood?"

Smiling happily, Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta's waist and gave him a quick hug before anyone walked around the corner. Looking around, she let out a breath of relief that everyone at the moment seemed concentrated at the front of the store

"Well, all seems clear Vegeta, so do it while you have the chance. I'll keep watch."

Growling under his breath, Vegeta quickly levitated so that he was level with the top shelf. The things he did for her! He was about to drop down, when he heard a gasp that definitely hadn't come from Bulma. Rotating around slowly, he saw two young punks gaping at him in amazement. Looking angrily down at Bulma, he threw her the stupid toy before he landed.

Hissing in irritation, he glanced over at Bulma. "I thought you said you were going to keep watch. Some sentry you make." Bulma at least had the decency to blush in embarrassment. But unfortunately, the two boys were excited and curious about the strange man who had been floating right before their very eyes.

"Are you Santa Claus?" One kid asked when he finally got his mouth to work right.

Glowering at the brat, Vegeta snorted in exasperation. Honestly, how kids could be so stupid and gullible was beyond him. "Of course I'm not that idiotic elf. Do I have a beard? Is my hair white? And most importantly, am I fat? No! So therefore, I'm not Santa!"

The other little boy, who was just finishing up from pulling an extremely large and disgusting booger out of his nose decided to question Vegeta's answer. He'd seen the man float so there had to be something magical about him, and everyone knew that Santa was magical. How else did he deliver toys to all the children in the world in one night?

"Well, maybe you're Santa in disguise. Santa can fly and we saw you float up there," the boy said as he wiped the offending booger onto his pants leg, causing Vegeta to want to gag in disgust at how grotesque and unclean the little varmint was. Bulma, on the other hand, found the idea that these two boys thought that cynical and cranky Vegeta was Santa was hysterical. If it weren't for the fact that she was afraid he would blow up the store because of his short fuse, she would have started to laugh outright. But all she could do was smile benignly and shelve the experience in her mind to share it with her mother and Chi-Chi at a more opportune time.

"Look brat, I'm not going to explain it again. Rest assured I'm not Santa. So scram before I decide to fry you up into two perfect little sausages." Vegeta bellowed at the two boys. But instead of running away in fright, they only seemed all the more impressed with Vegeta. One of the boys grabbed the other's shirt, pulling him in even closer to where he was standing.

Booger boy pulled away from his brother, walking up so that he almost touched Vegeta with his filthy, germ infested hand.

"Wow, you could turn us into sausages? You really must have a lot of magic if you can do something like that. That's so cool. Anyway, maybe you aren't Santa." Vegeta was about to let out a sigh of relief that the two disgusting creatures were finally getting the point when the other brat's eyes suddenly lit up as though a light bulb had gone off in his brain.

"Yeah, you really don't look much like Santa. But your hair is really cool the way it stands up on end. I bet you're one of Santa's elves! That would explain your magical properties." Leaning over excitedly, the boy started to whisper loudly into booger boy's ear. "Wait until we tell Teddy about this! He'll be so jealous that he had to go over to Grandma's this morning instead of getting to meet a magical elf!" Unfortunately for the two boys, Vegeta could hear every word they whispered to one another and he had had enough. Feeling his eye begin to twitch, he let his temper slide up a notch.

"Enough brats! For the last time, I'm not Santa nor am I one of his elves and if you don't leave me alone this instant, there won't be anything of you left to turn into sausages!"

Seeing how scary the elf looked with his twitching eye, veins popping out of his head and the strange gold lights that were flickering around his body, the two boys grabbed a hold of each others hands and made a run for it before they got stuck on Santa's naughty list.

Bulma shook her head as she saw the two boys make a beeline for another aisle. "Well Vegeta, that went well. Not only are they convinced you're an elf, you scared them half to death. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when their mother shows up to ream you out."

Letting himself calm down, Vegeta slowly turned around to face Bulma, who was holding tightly onto the toy he had just grabbed for her watching him wryly.

"If they're smart, they won't say a thing. Besides, what human adult would buy a story like that especially from children that looks like they just came inside from rolling around in a landfill?" And if their mother did believe such a wild tale, he would calmly step aside and let Bulma deal with her, seeing it was her fault he'd been visually compromised in the first place.

Shifting the toy so that it was underneath her left arm, Bulma walked over to Vegeta and grabbed a hold of his hand pleased when he didn't take it away. "I suppose you're right. If it weren't for the fact that I know you, I probably wouldn't believe a story like that if Trunks had told it to me."

Making a move towards the store entrance, Bulma pulled Vegeta along, even though he seemed to be highly reluctant to enter the fray at the checkout counter. "Come on, let's get out of here. I got what I wanted and if you promise to behave in the checkout line, I'll treat you to something in the food court." At least with Vegeta, she knew that food was definitely a way to warm him up. Besides which, she could hear his stomach growling and churning and if she didn't get food into him soon, whatever semi-decent mood he was in would evaporate like smoke the longer he had to be around large crowds of people.

Standing in line, things seemed to be progressing slowly but steadily and Bulma patiently tapped her foot and started humming off key Christmas carols all to the annoyance of Vegeta. They had almost made it to the front of the line when two young voices started to pipe up loudly not very far behind them.

"There he is Mom! We swear it on scouts' honor that he's an elf. He's even short like one! You've gotta believe us!"

Turning around angrily, Vegeta gave his best death stare to booger boy and his accomplice. Seeing them swallow nervously, Vegeta allowed himself a small smirk of satisfaction before turning around to face Bulma who was obviously trying to contain her laughter but failing miserably. He was about to tell her to shut her stupid mouth when he felt someone tap him on his shoulder. Swinging around, he came face to face with the two obnoxious boys' mother. Rolling his eyes heavenward and rubbing his temples, he wondered if Dende was playing some sort of joke on him to make this Christmas eve the worst one he'd ever had to live through. But when she started to talk to him, he realized it wasn't going to be as bad as he thought it would be.

"I'm sorry sir about Timmy and Tommy. They have really overactive imaginations and for some reason, you ended up being the target for one of their make believe magic stories. It happens every time we go to a store." Vegeta just nodded his head slightly. He hated it when people apologized to him because he wasn't the type to be polite back unless it was necessary. So he just made gestures with his body to avoid the possibility of actually having to carry on a conversation with a stranger. He was about to turn around when booger boy pulled on his mother's sweater.

"No Mom, we aren't making this up! He really was floating in the air and he told us he could turn us into sausages! And when he got mad at us, his hair started to change color and there was this really cool bright light flashing around him. We're telling the truth. Just ask the blue haired lady standing next to him. She saw the whole thing happen too!"

All the woman did after her son's long speech was look exasperated and embarrassed that her eight year old twins were such hooligans, making sport of a stranger. "That is enough Timmy! Though there are Christmas elves to help Santa out with the toys, I don't think one would be in a toy store shopping. Besides which, it is physically impossible for people to fly. I've never seen one. Now apologize to this nice gentleman this instant or I'll personally make sure you won't be getting any toys from Santa this year."

Looking glum and upset that their mother wouldn't believe them, Timmy and Tommy stepped up to Vegeta. Looking at their boots, they made a hasty apology before scrambling back behind their mother who was glad that the ordeal was finally over with. Vegeta just gave the boys a curt nod before turning around to Bulma, who was just finishing up her transaction. As soon as they walked out of the store, Vegeta turned on her.

"Never, ever bring me to that place again Woman, or else I'll personally make sure it's eradicated off the face of this planet!"

Patting him reassuringly on the shoulder, Bulma smiled slightly as she started to move in the direction of the food court. "Well, I have to admit, you did very well in there. In fact, I'm impressed you made it through the whole ordeal without blasting the store to ashes!"

Walking along side Bulma, trying to shield the both of them from oncoming traffic, Vegeta stuffed his hands into his corduroy pants, looking angrily around him. How humiliating to be thought of as an elf. "Woman, where are we going now? I don't know how much more of this I can stand."

"Don't worry so much Vegeta. I told you I'd treat you to the food court if you behaved in the store, so that's where we are stopping next."

He just gave Bulma a sour look. Although food did seem like a welcome reprieve, he didn't like being treated like a child by his mate, even if she was only teasing him. He was about to say as much when he realized the congested place in front of them packed to the hilt with people was the food court. Grabbing Bulma's upper arm, he quickly started to move away from the scene in front of him which unfortunately reminded him of his own personal experience in HFIL.

Trying to pull away from her husband's iron clad grip, Bulma managed to keep her feet rooted in the spot they had been standing in, only to find herself being yanked along whatever trajectory Vegeta's panic stricken mind had mapped out at record speed.

"Vegeta, stop already! Where the heck are you going? The food is in the opposite direction you big monkey!" Bulma yelled as she was bodily dragged down the crowded corridor.

"Forget the damn food! I refuse to go inside that…that hell!"

"Fine, we'll stop at a buffet after we're done, but could you please stop yanking me along before you pull my arm out? Jeez, you'd think you were being attacked by Frieza instead of having to go into a room full of people by the way that you're acting!"

Stopping abruptly in one of the mall wings that seemed less crowded then the rest, Vegeta let go of Bulma's arm, watching her as she rolled her shoulder and rubbed the part where he had been gripping. "For your information Woman, I would never have run away from Frieza. But that was too much, even for one as powerful as me. It's one thing to show up in a crowded place intent on wiping everyone out but it's quite another to actually have to endure being shoved and pushed around all for the sake of getting something to eat. And since I've already been forced into making a spectacle of myself, the last thing I want or need is to have a bunch of weakling humans stare at me while I eat." And he knew that's exactly what would happen. Anytime he went to a public restaurant with Bulma and Trunks, it was inevitable that nosy human beings would stare in awe and disgust at the amount of food the two of them ingested to feel completely satisfied.

Bulma just rolled her eyes thoroughly put out that she'd been physically hauled across the mall like a sack of potatoes. "Whatever Vegeta. You can believe whatever you want to believe. Let's just get to the next store before you really flip out and end up on the most wanted list for murdering hundreds of innocent bystanders." Picking up the bag that held Trunks's toy from the floor where she had dropped it, she moved down the wing, pleasantly surprised that the corridor Vegeta had decided to bolt down was the one with the next store on her list.

Stepping into the large department store, she made her way to the housewares department, somewhat relieved that this store wasn't as crowded as the last one. At least she knew Vegeta would be able to relax somewhat without the constant bustle of people around him.

"So Vegeta, what do you think I should get my mom for Christmas?" Bulma asked as she peered at a state of the art juicer, examining the display model to see how well it was put together.

"Why are you asking me? I'd give your mother a free trip to the next dimension it is was up to me." Vegeta folded his arms and looked around at all of the gadgets that humans had invented to supposedly make life easier. For the most part, he thought all they did was make life that much more complicated.

"Uh, somehow I'm not surprised. I don't think that would go over to well with my dad or Trunks. Besides, I don't know why you have such an issue with my mother."

"It's because I have to live in the same house with her, endure her stupid and asinine comments and put up with her generally insipid countenance, that's why. I dislike stupid people, and your mother, she fits into that category." With that, Vegeta started to stalk into the rest of the store, leaving Bulma behind. Maybe they had a spandex department or some kind of personal training center. One could only hope.

Bulma put down the juicer she was looking at, picking up her shopping bag and making a beeline for the retreating Vegeta. "Hey, Vegeta! Wait up! You can't leave me all alone. We're here together, remember?"

Letting out a huff and aiming his eyes heavenward, Vegeta motioned for Bulma to hurry it up. The faster they got out of here, the sooner they would be able to leave so he could get something to eat.

"I take it you don't think I should get her something from the housewares department since you're in such a hurry to leave?" Bulma asked once she caught up to him.

"Look, I really don't give a damn what you get your mother. Just pick something so we can get out of here!"

Why did he have to be such a cranky pants and ruin her perfect day? Feeling her good mood beginning to evaporate she turned her thoughts to what she was going to tell Vegeta after they opened their presents tonight. That surprise had been helpful for keeping her Christmas spirit alive even when she had the most inconsiderate and grouchy husband in the universe to contend with around the holidays.

"Fine. I was thinking of getting her a gift certificate for a make over here at the makeup counter and a new nightgown. I mean, she has everything else you could possibly want, and I can make her better things for around the kitchen then what you're going to find here."

"Well if you already had it all planned out, why did you need to drag me along to 'help'?"

"Because, I wanted to spend time with you Vegeta, that's why. Look, I know you're not crazy about shopping, but I'm nuts about Christmas Eve and I wanted to spend it with the man I love. Call me sentimental, but I just thought it would be nice to have you all to myself, at least for most of the day instead of sharing you with the Gravity Room."

Vegeta stood gaping at Bulma speechless. She'd tricked him into coming along just so she could spend the day with him? What had gotten into her? Still, he felt rather warm and fuzzy inside thinking that anyone besides baka Kakarot would want to spend an inordinate amount of time with him. Plus, he could admit to himself that he also loved Bulma and well, he was just turning into the biggest marshmallow and her words made him feel somewhat guilty for being such a complainer.

"Fine Woman. I'll try to be more accommodating," he said as he grabbed the bag she was holding containing Trunks's stupid present. He had only moved about a quarter of a step when he found himself wrapped up in Bulma's warm embrace. Getting over the shock of being accosted, he was even more surprised and embarrassed when she kissed him on the lips in public, feeling his face beginning to take on a shade of red reminiscent of an overripe tomato. Gently pushing Bulma away from his body, he was even more shocked to see that she had tears in her eyes, even though she was smiling enthusiastically.

"What's wrong with you Woman? I just told you I'd try not to be so ill tempered."

Wiping her tears of happiness away, Bulma felt foolish. Stupid hormones, they did funny things to her moods. "It's nothing Vegeta. But, uh, would you mind waiting for a second? I've got to, you know, use the ladies room."

Letting out a sigh of inevitability, Vegeta ran his hand through his spiky black hair. "What is it with you females always having to go to the bathroom? It just goes to show how superior we of the male sex are to you weakling women, since we can refrain ourselves from using the restroom every twenty minutes or so." Seeing Bulma's eyes start to light up, Vegeta decided to hurry up with his conversation before her good mood did a complete 360. "Just hurry it up. If you're not back in five minutes, I'll go in the female bathroom and bodily pull you out." With that, he waited for Bulma to hurry it up. Standing rooted to the spot he was in, he noticed how many people were walking past him. Looking at the wristwatch Bulma had given him last year for Christmas, he was annoyed to see that more than five minutes had elapsed since Bulma had taken off. Growling in aggravation to himself, he started to head off in the direction of the ladies room, intent on carrying out his threat. He hadn't gotten very far when he saw a familiar blue haired head looking through some racks in a nearby department.

Bulma was so intent on looking through the racks that she didn't realize Vegeta was right behind her until he yelled in her ear. Screaming, she almost jumped a foot in the air, almost knocking over a nearby rack while simultaneously giving herself a heart attack.

"Ohhh Vegeta, don't do that! Ugh, you can be such a meanie sometimes!"

"Well, don't blame it on me. You were past your five minutes and I had to come looking for you. Be grateful you weren't still in the bathroom. I had it all planned out in my head on how to drag you out of their while making sure you received the attention of everyone in this store." Looking around where she was standing, he tried to figure out what it was she was sorting through. "What are you looking at?"

Feeling slightly nervous, Bulma tried to put back what she was holding in her hands. "Uh, nothing Vegeta. Lets just go and get my mom's gift certificate and nightgown. Then we can get out of here." Unfortunately, Vegeta grabbed what she had tried to put back, staring at it in disgust. It was a piece of tiny clothing and it was…pink.

"Ugh, woman, what possessed you to even look at this?" That's when he realized what it was he was holding. Baby clothes. Dropping it like a hot potato, Vegeta wanted to scream in frustration. "Confounded Kakarot! That stupid baka has to beat me at everything. Not only does he have two stupid brats of his own, but his one brat already has a child. And now Kakarot's going to have a third one!"

Bulma just stared at Vegeta in amazement. "What on earth are you talking about Vegeta? Goku's not having another baby." Inwardly sighing in relief, Bulma was glad he hadn't figured out the real reason she was browsing. "I was just looking at an outfit for Pan, that's all."

"Uh, alright." Vegeta wanted to sink into the floor. How humiliating to have spouted out his absurd obsession with beating or matching Kakarot at something in front of Bulma when he had thought he had only said it in his head. "Can we just get out of this section?"

"Yes, lets!" Bulma said, almost a bit to enthusiastically. In only a matter of minutes, the two of them found and purchased Mrs. Briefs Christmas presents, leaving the store in record speed, only to be thrown back to the sharks as soon as they found themselves back in the mall.

"All right Woman, where else do we have to go?" Vegeta asked testily as soon as he saw the ocean of people surrounding them.

"To that buffet I promised you. Are you in the mood for Chinese? I am. I think I can eat about one hundred crab rangoons right about know."

"What, you're telling me that the only reason we had to come was for those three things? Why didn't you do this earlier in the stupid season instead of waiting until today of all days?"

"Because Vegeta, they had a sale going on for Trunks's toy and I'm a bargain hunter. Besides, it's my own personal tradition to shop the day before Christmas, no matter what. I absolutely love it!" Grabbing his hand before he had more time to yell at her, they both made their way to the mall entrance. Walking outside, they both let out audible sighs of relief that the shopping ordeal was over with. Zipping up her coat, Bulma looked over at Vegeta who was still getting over his relief at leaving the crowded mall.

"You didn't answer me Vegeta. Is Chinese okay?"

Glancing wryly at Bulma he pulled her close to his warm body as they made their way to their waiting vehicle. "It's fine Woman. I'd like to see you try to eat that much without exploding."

Grinning up at her husband, Bulma put her head on his shoulder, pleased when he didn't try to avoid it. "You're on buddy!" Maybe the Christmas spirit had infected Vegeta. All she could hope was that he would be happy and pleased with the surprise she had in store for him later that night.

Well, that was long but I can't seem to write anything short. This will only be a two-part story and I should have the next one up later tonight or tomorrow.