Please let's just not dwell on how long it took me to update this okay?

Many thanks go to: SSJSweety, Talos the Saiyan(previously ss talos[nice old/new name]), blueyblonde, GiroNatsu and jenn(wow, still with me I am impressed)!!!

Thank you for.......................your patience I guess.

My way to show you what I did in the meantime...is a chapter that actually bears resemblance to the previous humor and wow...is that plot development I see there? Only you can tell me where to take it from here, a review might just be the thing to put me into the right direction!

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Her eyes were darting back and forth between Vegeta, Piccolo and the apparently obnoxious questions of the others both tried to either answer to the best of their knowledge or dodge them entirely by simply forgetting that the question had been asked. It was quite an amusing past time, but she soon grew weary of it all when she didn't understand a single word besides Vegeta's freqzently used 'bakayaro' or rather it's abbreviation 'baka'. So naturally with time she grew restless and was searching her mind for something else to do...maybe it would even be something productive for once, like going to work! Nearly choking on her coffee her eyes widened at the realization that she might be late for work, her boss would have a fit! Panicked she searched the kitchen walls for a clock and found one on the counter between the table at which she currently sat and the stove. It was merely 8 a.m. so she needn't have worried she told herself and calmed back down immediately.

*

Noting the suddenly drastic increase of power Goku let his muscles tense on instinct and training, throwing a confused glance at her, but relaxed his posture immediately after she'd spotted the clock, drawing the conclusion that she'd been worried about something, but apparently needn't have bothered. He turned back to the conversation at hand just in time to catch Trunks confused question.

"So, what do we do with her now?", he asked them perplexed.

"I mean, we can hardly leave her here. What if she just so happens to drop off? Apart from that what about food? You Namekians don't need the stuff and every time I come up here I'm astounded that Mr. Popo is still alive...", Trunks trailed off, noticing the glare Piccolo was sending him wasn't to be taken lightly.

*

She hadn't realized that her coffee was empty until she tried to take a sip from the cup only to catch air in her mouth and stare down into the empty vessel in which her morning glory had resided just a nanosecond before.

"You one second wait me bring new." Mr. Popo offered immediately upon noticing the look of confused misery and loss on the females face. He was thanked with a genuine smile as he poured her a new cup and she was apparently content to just sip it empty again.

"What's her problem? It's not like coffee is essential for survival or anything.", Trunks wondered aloud, but of course only the Z-Senshi could understand him and the subject of conversation was as oblivious as one can be when being talked about in a foreign language.

"Alright, let's try to handle this like adults. Who want's to keep her: hands up!" Son Goku decided to act like an adult and was happily surprised as all hands went up, mainly to slap their faces at his childish behaviour. Of course they had anticipated him to act like the mental six-year-old and say something along the lines of 'it followed me home, can I keep it please?' and they had not been disappointed.

"She is not a stray dog Kakarott." the saiyan prince growled lowly, but decided to just drop the subject at the confused look he was met with.

A gurgling sound interrupted their discussion and Son Gokus eyes warmed up, his facial features relaxing and gazing understandingly at the female sitting at the kitchen table and sipping her coffee quietly.

"How about we eat some breakfast first and then decide what to do? Such a decision needs to be made with a level head and we all know we'll feel better with a filled stomach." the strongest saiyan alive grinned at his friends and Mr. Popo just smiled at him and assured him that he would whip up a feast in no time.

No saiyan would ever willingly turn down food, of any edible kind, so all of them settled themselves down onto the chairs around the table, while both namekians remained standing and leaning against the counters as Mr. Popo prepared the food for their guests.

"Is there any food you would like to request in particular?" Dende asked the newest guest to the home the look out had become for him. He was aware of the fact that Mr. Popo knew every single favorite food of the present saiyans, for every meal of the day no less, so he wanted to encourage the girl to be able to add hers onto the list. After all it just appeared fair to treat one saiyan like he treated the other saiyans as well.

"Oh no, thank you for the offer, but I really don't wanna be a bother. Coffee is just fine with me." she smiled, grateful at the kind gesture, but not at all awake enough to force down food at this ungodly hour.

"Piccolo...I think she is ill...or something." the shocked god stood stock still, not even looking at the taller man right next to him.

"Saiyans aren't as weak as you are. We do not just fall ill in an instant. Besides, she looks just fine." Vegeta growled snidely. Really now who did these green house escapees think they were dealing with? A race of weaklings like the humans? Oh hell no!

"I swear there is something wrong with her Vegeta...I mean she just turned down breakfast!" The earth god was a little distraught at the thought of a new friend falling ill right after they'd met.

"Nonsense. No saiyan would..." Yet he trailed off to focus his glare onto the female. She looked a little pale and a bit tired, but nothing to be worried about.

"What's wrong with you?" Vegeta hated to hit around the bush when he could just confront the target directly.

"Nothing." She replied helpfully and the saiyan prince twitched his right eyebrow at her.

"Why? Something wrong with you?" The female asked him cheekily and it was just her luck that he wasn't about to set out to exterminate the last female his race had.

Vegeta just growled darkly and huffed out his breath in one go. As he noticed that all other eyes in the room were focused upon him he wanted to slap them all.

"Nani?" He barked at them and they left him in peace.

*

//Wow, what a morning...oh...oooooh! Is that food? Yeah! Food! Oh my god, I so wanna see them stuff their faces until they burst!// She squealed joyously in her head with a momentous smile splitting her face in half. Mr. Popo was just putting the finishing touches onto the scrambled eggs as he noticed he had forgotten something and quickly ran out to fetch it. Sadly enough ways in the look out were a lot longer then they would have been in a regular earth settlement so Alex noticed a slight burning scent starting to permeate the air. Jumping up from her seat she knocked over her coffee and dove towards the stove to save the pan with the scrambled eggs by lifting it from the fire and emptying it's contents onto a platter she was handed by a helpful earth guardian.

"Why thank you." She smiled brightly, not in the least surprised that Dende had done as he had and proceeded to pour a new combination of herbs and eggs into the frying pan just as Mr. Popo returned to the kitchen. Offering him the handle of the pan to finish his fabulous cooking he thanked her profusely, but was waved off with a smile and a shrug.

"No big deal." Alex replied easily and started to head towards the table, where four hungry males were waiting for their first course of breakfast, made up by scrambled eggs, it appeared.

"Did you just see that, Vegeta? She saved my breakfast!" Goku declared proudly and was kicked under the table.

"What are you thinking you baka?! Of course she saved that plate for her one and only prince!" The arrogant twit claimed snidely.

"What exactly are they arguing about now?" She hesitated briefly, not sure if she really should get between both full-blooded saiyans in a hissy-fit.

"Oh they claiming only food themselves for." Mr. Popo tried to put her at ease(, with 'tried' definitely being used as the main operative word here).

"Just so I get this straight...they're fighting about scrambled eggs?" Alex asked for clarification and received a decidedly jerky and definite nod for her troubles.

"Food any they for fight." Mr. Popo continued in the most straight forward way he knew how to.

"KNOCK IT OFF!" The female snarled angrily and Vegeta looked momentarily shocked, while Goku looked on confusedly due to the fact that he hadn't understood a single word.

"Neither of you two will get to eat these. There you go for fighting you stupid mongrels." She hissed and put the plate on the table between Gohan and Trunks, slapping Goku's hand away lightly as he reached for it. It wasn't as if she could really keep him from the platter if he put his mind to it, but the gesture appeared to have struck him hard and he dropped his head in defeat with a whimper.

Vegeta on the other hand wore a superior smirk and reached for the entire platter, which was dipped so that the eggs slid down onto a new plate, courtesy of Piccolo, and Alex left him sitting there and holding on to the now empty platter.

"What do you think you are doing?" She asked him with a dangerous smile. One thing was for damned sure, both namekians had caught on to her actions more than her words and appeared to be backing her up.

All hell threatened to break loose as Vegeta was about to explode, but his sudden anger evaporated as a new idea struck him, so he used the empty plate to slide the other one towards the females edge of the table. There was no chair in front of her, but the message was clear enough.

"Okay?" The prince offered with superiority and even though Alex wasn't hungry in the least, she had to concede that it would be crucial to take him up on the offer. Nodding curtly she took the plate up and snatched herself Gohans fork to eat up at least part of the plate. After just a few forks her stomach reminded her that it did not like food first thing in the morning, so she set the platter down onto the table once more to grab her cup of coffee. Stepping away from the table and leaning back against the counter she proceeded to deminish the cups contents, right after she had refilled it.

"What was that all about?" Dende asked her curiously. He knew saiyans were different to humans and namekians especially, but his curiosity was piqued.

"I don't have the slightest idea. At first I thought they were fighting over breakfast so I attempted to show them how idiotic they are. Didn't work all that well. I guess Vegeta took my actions to mean something else so he offered me the food as a peace maker. I really don't have the slightest idea how he got it into his head that I would want to eat scrambled eggs before noon or anything other than coffee for that matter, but that's a saiyan for you I guess." she murmured quietly in response, contemplating the past scenario as she explained what she thought had taken place to the god only to have Piccolo chuckle about all of their stupidity.

"A peace maker? I swear you are only alive because he thinks you are a saiyan and the last female one of his kind for that matter. By the way, how come you know what they are? Come to think of it, you appear to know a lot a regular human shouldn't." Piccolo summarised and glared at the girl.

"Why, I am a dedicated reader of course!" She grinned winningly and had Trunks chuckling.

"You funny very." The demi-saiyan croaked out in the rusty remains of his namekian knowledge, which his Gohan had taught him. It was quite a task to understand the language, let alone speak it, but now he was glad that he had endured the trouble of doing so. It had been quite useful as a coded way to pass a long their way of attack against the cyborgs, back in the days when it hadn't been just him fighting against them.

"And you apparently lack the knowledge of the most basic grammar rules." The dark haired girl grinned cheekily. It had taken her years to properly grasp the fine art of the english language and she was not about to ridicule another for his grammar apart from pointing out that it wasn't perfect. Actually it was far from perfect, but the lavender haired young man had a lot worse to worry about than the grammar of a language he would be unable to use for...actually...

"I just had the idea! Why don't you travel to Namek in your own time-verse and use their Dragonballs to call up Porunga to wish back both Piccolo and the old Kami-sama? I mean with both of them alive again the Dragonballs should reappear and then you can wish it so that all people are at the state of life they were at before the cyborgs were let loose by Dr. Gero!" Alex was so excited that she almost dropped the empty cup she was now holding in only one hand to better illustrate her words.