*Ja-ihns' POV*

It was just before dawn when I woke up. Topple was snoring peacefully, drool seeping into his pillow.
Ahhh… my digesting little angel…
He was still cuddling my palm and had a small hand warped around my writ, he was dreaming, squeezing my arm so hard it was cutting the blood flow, that's what woke me up. I was torn between the need for circulation and not disturbing Topple. In the end it got so unbearable, I pried his fingers of my wrist and just held his hand. Occasionally he would mutter things like "Aha!" or "I know!"
I smile at, him I'm giddy with relief. I can sense Vegeta move in the kitchen, and am painfully reminded by my empty stomach that I haven't had much to eat in the last month… artificial nutrient gas dispersed for deep space travel just doesn't measure up to real food. Still I didn't want to leave.
Then the damn saiyan prince made something that smelled, sweet and salty and like meat all at the same time! I could hear a faint sizzling sound. My mouth watered and my stomach held a very long grumbling monolog. Sighing I realize that food –like blood circulation- is necessary for me to function properly. 'I'll just eat and be right back'. I wonder if it's really a good idea to join the monstrous prince for breakfast. Mass murderer, destroyer of planets, rumor has it he helped kill Freiza… I shake my head that Bulma has no clue just what her- boyfriend? Husband? Baby Daddy? - was capable of, of course Topple was almost a perfect clone of the man so I guess he couldn't be all bad. I entered the kitchen, letting the mouthwatering smell wash over me. Vegeta was filling his plate with thin strips of sweet smelling meat and heaps of rubbery, yellow and white mash. "Good morning." I greet him.
"Hmpf."
There was a package of wobbly pink meat on the counter.
"May I?" I asked indicting the package of meat.
"Hmpf."
I took that to mean yes. Deciding my digestive track wouldn't suffer to much if I ate it raw I tore into a piece. Vegeta looked up from his breakfast and squinted at me, then shook his head and returned to the gelatinous yellow stuff. I could swear a he almost smirked. "What?" I demanded.
"It must be years since I've had raw meat… I used to really like it..." he mutters "Give me the package." Reluctantly I toss him the food. This stuff ain't bad. With a pensive look, he starts chewing on a long strip of meat.
"Is there anything edible around?" I ask, though I can smell more enough food to feed an army. I might as well be polite.
"No." the prince sneers.
"What would you like for breakfast?" A chirpy voice sings happily. Bunny enters, her hair in curlers and wearing a bright pink robe.
Vegeta raises an eyebrow at her .
"I couldn't sleep, all the excitement! Also I had a feeling you're an early riser!" She smiles at me. Is this woman ever not happy? The she sees what Vegeta is eating and a look of surprise enters her fetures.
"Oh Vegeta that's disgusting, dear! Come, if you're that hungry I'll cook it for you!" she volunteered and took the meat from the prince, who shrugged and polished off the gelatinous yellow stuff.
"How do you like your eggs Jane?" she chirped.
WHAT! Did she really ask me that? Blushing deeply I say "I uh… I don't have any ovaries…".
Vegeta is roaring with laughter. I don't get it. What did say wrong?
Bunny beams at me "Oh now dear for your breakfast!"
This isn't right! I'm not getting the question… is she asking me how I like to eat reproductive cells?
"I ah… whatever easiest…" I mutter uncomfortably.
After a few minutes of listening to bunny hum and prepare the food I slowly realize that the yellow and white jello stuff is a type of egg. Oh…. oh… wow… how embarrassing.
"Here you go!" she sings placing a large plate of …. Eggs… in front of me. "You know Jane, I've been thinking since you'll be here a while you'll need some clothes. Bulma and I are going shopping today, why don't you come!"
"Shopping?" I ask.
"Spending money on overpriced "bargains" and torturing the male population. A favorite pastime of females on this planet. Completely useless." Vegeta huffed.
"You just have to come!" Bunny begs. I nod, savoring the rich taste of the eggs.
Vegeta is studying me closely. I get the feeling he's sizing me up. Forming opinions .I concentrate on my food. This planet has the strangest cuisine.