The more I think about it, the more I am confused, like poor Vegeta here. Some more questions to think about:) Wish me luck for my math paper tomorrow!

"What is he?"

Bulma turned over too look at Vegeta, taking off her sunglasses. "What?"

The saiyan prince, who had taken a break from his all out training sessions since destroyed the gravity chamber after pushing it too hard, had -in a very rare, once in a lifetime occasion- joined Bulma in sunbathing (or as Vegeta put it, increasing his heat tolerance in case of future fights in the desert).

"You know, him. Three eyes."

Bulma cocked an eyebrow. "Tien?"

"Whatever," Vegeta snorted. "He seems to pass off as a human, as evident in his Ki level and pattern, but he has three eyes. Is it some form of genetic mutation or the horrible result of a failed science experiment? That... thing on his forehead is clearly attached to his body as an organ, but none of you humans possess a third eye. Unless he artificially attached that thing onto his forehead, which is highly unlikely, what exactly is he? Is he a human or not?"

"Hm, I never really thought of that, I guess," Bulma chewed the edge of her sunglasses, lying back down and closing her eyes. She let out a sigh of contentment feeling the Sun's rays warm her skin. "After all, he is a friend of mine. It never really mattered to me that he had a third eye, as long as he was on our side. I mean, back then I didn't really wonder much more about Goku's tail-it was just there, and after a while I got used to it. Well, except the times that he would turn into a were-ape."

"Oozaru," Vegeta corrected, crossing his arms and he stared up into the blue sky. It was his favorite color, more specifically dark royal blue, but he realized he quite enjoyed... lighter shades as well. He turned his head slightly to the right to see Bulma's long aqua tresses flowing down the curves of her body, framing her angelic face and complementing her milky skin, and-he mentally slapped himself.

"Then how about the bald one?" He asked, trying to get his mind of... certain things. It was no help that she was scantily clad in a bikini, in the deck chair beside him.

Bulma flipped over, lying on her stomach so her back could get a tan. "Krillen?"

Vegeta nodded, although he knew Bulma could not see it. "His nose. It's... absent."

She giggled. "Heh, I asked him about that before, but he said he didn't really have a clue. I guess it's the same reason why Tien had a third eye, I guess. He's human though. And how he manages to breathe is still a mystery."

"Hn." Vegeta closed his eyes, somewhat enjoying his 'break' with the woman. "The midget, then."

Bulma cracked open an eye to see Vegeta in a relaxed position, his hands behind his head, and managed a small smile. Midget? He didn't mean Krillen... She was used to having people refer to her bald friend as the midget in their odd group, but Vegeta was talking about someone else... who could be smaller than Krillen? Hmm... Aha!

"Chaiotzu?"

Vegeta grunted, which Bulma recognized as an affirmative. She had learnt to read the saiyan prince's various noises and their meanings over the year when he expressed his thoughts using nothing more than simple sounds.

"He used to be an emperor, actually. I guess he's human too. I suppose he uses a lot of makeup or something... that's probably why he looks so pale all the time, and with ridiculously red cheeks. He also knows telekinesis. But that seems normal to me, when you have tons of friends flying and shooting Ki balls out of their palms without breaking a sweat. "

"Does he not undergo puberty?"

"What?" Bulma flipped over again.

"That... Chaotue. According to you, you have known him from ten years ago, and he still looks and sound the same. Considering he was an adolescent back then, shouldn't he have matured by now? Why is his stature so tiny, and his voice so insanely squeaky? Is he fated to stay a child forever?"

Bulma blinked. "I have no idea."

"And," Vegeta rolled to his side to face her, his mind full of boggling questions. "what about that lecherous old man? How old is he? As far as I can tell, he lived many times beyond the life expectancies of many humans and is still active. That is not natural, no?"

"He mentioned something about taking an immortality pill back then..." Bulma tapped her chin with a finger.

Vegeta didn't seem to mind the prospect of gaining immortality anymore, he had just needed it to defeat Frieza before. Now that the tyrant was dead, the idea of eternal life was quite unappealing, especially when he didn't have anything to rule over. Vegeta wasn't sure if he could handle being the last saiyan for eternity.

"Tch, then about that talking pig and floating cat."

"Oolong and Pu'ar are both shapeshifting animals. I don't know why they can talk. Or shapeshift." Bulma sighed. "In fact, I don't even know why Pu'ar can float."

Vegeta nodded. "The pig. Why does he take... special interest in human females, and not females of his own species?"

"Um..." Bulma racked her head for a logical explanation. "They don't have... talking girl pigs?"

At this, Vegeta shot her a confused look. "The pig can communicate with humans, but not with his own species?"

Bulma threw her hands up in exasperation. "Oh gosh, Vegeta, you ask too much!"

She sighed, "I don't know... I never though to question thing like this before. They just were, you know. It seemed natural, so we just let it be. Haven't you asked yourself why your hair stands up straight like that?"

Vegeta thought for a while. "No," he admitted.

Bulma giggled. She found it cute when Vegeta looked genuinely confused, as he had frequently over the past month.

"Oh well, I'm going inside to get a drink. You coming?"

Vegeta shrugged and stood up, following Bulma into Capsule Corporation.