Asking Vegeta to make sense of The Holiday is like asking a frog to sprout wings and fly. He tries to ignore it, to let it become background noise to other thoughts plaguing his mind, but human forms of entertainment are constructed in such a way that it grabs your attention whether you want it to or not. And soon the mighty Prince of all Saiyans is leaning forward, closer to the television, as if the proximity will help him to unravel this romantic comedy's mystery.

"Why the hell would you give a stranger your house?" He asks of her, twisting and tilting his head to peer over his shoulder at her, genuinely baffled. "Is this a common custom that humans indulge in? Am I to expect a new set of weaklings to stay here while you and your family stay in their dwelling?"

Not that he would complain about her mother leaving, but Bulma and her father were quite useful. And tolerable.