It had been months since the bake-off between the blue-haired scientist and Saiyan prince. There would be times where they'd catch each other's eyes or go out of their way to spend time together, in secret of course. Because of that day, Bulma felt like she understood Vegeta so much better than everyone else, and Vegeta, likewise, realized that she did understand. That on its own was a big deal to him. He didn't feel so alone anymore.
Today was no different than any other day, except for the fact that Capsule Corp. was decorated for yet another "convoluted holiday," as Vegeta always put it. There were so many bright colors: blues, greens, yellows, and the color he dreaded most, the pinks. There were different assortments of small, yellow birds that Vegeta had never seen before, and white and brown rabbits. His brow furrowed in confusion. The woman still had yet to explain the significance of this day.
"Oh, good morning, Vegeta," Bulma's mother greeted him