One day, Bra came home from school with a troubling paper.  She had tried her best, but still needed help.  Her highly messed-up family had never taught her about the true subject of the paper.  She tried to get Bulma to help, but she was caught up with an invention.  Trunks was nowhere to be found.  So, the girl went to her father.

    Vegita was sprawled across the couch, watching figure skating.  He was making rude comments towards the skaters while secretly wishing to become one.

“Dad,” Bra said, standing between Vegita and the television.

“Move!” Vegita shouted.  “You will make me miss this freak fall on his face!”

“Like watching Kakkorratt?” Bra asked.

“Well, it is so normal with him that it no longer amuses me,” Vegita said.  “Now, move!”

“Only if you will help me,” Bra said.

“Sit,” Vegita said, motioning to a spot next to him.  Bra sat.  “What do you need help with?”

“This paper,” Bra said, holding it up.    Vegita looked, after a moment’s pause.  He had to wait until the audience applauded the loser.

“Okay,” Vegita said.  “Holidays?”

“That is the paper’s subject,” Bra said.  “I just need your help to fill in some answers.”

“Fine,” Vegita mumbled.  “Shoot.”

“What do each of the following holidays celebrate,” Bra read.  “One, New Years!”

“I’ll tell you what it means!” Vegita shouted.  “It means that I have been stuck on this wretched planet for another year!”

“Thanks,” Bra said, writing down the answer.  Next…”

“Quiet,” Vegita said.  “More skating.”

“Fine,” Bra said.  “Just help me during the boring stuff.  The next holiday will be Valentine’s Day.”

“The day when Bulma tries to break the world record for slapping a single man,” Vegita chuckled.

“I thought you were going to wait until commercials,” Bra stated.

“Your paper is more entertaining,” Vegita said.

“Next,” Bra said.  “St. Patrick’s Day.”

“Getting drunk,” Vegita said.  “And slapped.”

“Thanks,” Bra said.  “April Fools’ Day.”

“My favorite,” Vegita said.  “It is a horrible day during which tricks are played on you.  Then, you get to play tricks, have some fun, followed by a beating.”

“Easter,” Bra said.

“Bunny hunting and egging the home of Kakkorratt,” Vegita replied.

“Flag Day,” Bra said.

“On Flag Day,” Vegita explained, “you exercise the almighty one-finger salute to all enemies.”

“Independence Day?” Bra asked.

“Another fun one,” Vegita said.  “I, personally, have a fireworks war with Trunks.  I think that most people, and myself, celebrate by blowing things up and being chased by fireworks.”

“Labor Day,” Bra said.

“The day that Bulma makes me work,” Vegita said.

“Halloween,” Bra said.

“More fun.  You scare little kids and steal their candy.  Then you scare Kakkorratt, and are beaten by Bulma, the cops, Chi-chi, and the National Guard.”

“No wonder you like it,” Bra joked.  Vegita chuckled.  “Thanksgiving.”

“On that day, you watch Kakkorratt devour a delicious meal prepared by Chi-chi,” Vegita said.  “I, on the other hand, have Bulma’s once-turkey-now-toxic creation in front of me.”

“Finally, Christamas,” Bra said.

“Hard to explain,” Vegita said.  “Fighting, eating, buying, wrapping, getting, giving, killing, screaming, basically HFIL.  Oh, and chasing that pudgy elf around.”

“Oh, no!” Bra said, after she finished writing.  “I put down practices but not what is being celebrated!”

“Easy,” Vegita said.  April Fool’s Day, Easter, Flag Day, Independence Day, and Halloween are generally celebrating fun.  The rest generally represent pain.”