Hello all! Okay, as much as I admit DBZ has so many messes up stuff, most of them are from after 'those three years' when Veggie had already gotten used to Earth. Anyone have any ideas and/or questions that I can use here? Thanks, R&R!

"What was that all about?"

Bulma turned around, a questioning eyebrow raised. "What?"

"You and Vegeta." Yamcha took a sip of the coffee that his girlfriend had set in a mug in front of him.

"He was asking me questions."

"Since when," the ex-bandit tapped his chin, "does Vegeta ask questions?"

The heiress smiled. "Well, since he got caught on camera flying. You went to the desert to train, so I doubt you have seen it..."

Yamcha frowned. "Idon't like the idea of the twp of you spending so much time together."

Bulma opened her mouth to reply, but then stopped as she heard a door slam. Vegeta stalked into the room and gave her a ghost of a smile. But when his eyes fell on Yamcha he gave the human a low growl.

If Bulma had heard Vegeta's growl, she didn't show it. "Hey, would you like to join us? Lunch would be ready soon, so there's no point in going back to train or anything."

The saiyan gave Yamcha a dark look, but sat down at the table anyways.

And in a completely unbelievable and unpredictable gesture, Vegeta swiped the newspaper off the table and flipped it open.

Yamcha couldn't tell what was worse-Vegeta reading the news, or Bulma acting like it was perfectly normal behavior and joining him.

"Heh, look at this guy. He's wearing a straw hat and a business suit! Why would anyone do that?" Bulma pointed out a picture.

"Tch, hn," Vegeta agreed.

"This man," he gestured to another photo, "why does he possess the head of a dog yet the body of a human? From your historical records, he would have been deemed a mythical creature, such as a Griffin or a Minatour."

Yamcha blinked. Vegeta read history books?

"And," the saiyan continued bewildered, "why does his 'pet', of most notably the same species as he, have the normal body of a dog instead, and inferior intelligence?"

Bulma giggled. "Maybe the dog is just pretending to be dumb. I mean, as a pet, it can be taken care of, get food and a nice comfy home without working. If it reveals it's superior intelligence, it might have to go get a job!"

"Just like a certain someone I know, eh?" The blue-haired scientist nudged Vegeta.

"Woman, I am more than capable of providing for myself. It would just be rude if I didn't accept your... offer of residence since you were pratically begging me to come over." Vegeta smirked.

"You wouldn't know manners if it bit you in the ass!" Bulma retorted.

Yamcha blinked again. Were they...flirting?! While he was sitting there?!

He coughed.

"Another scandal? Can't these celebrities get a break? Of course, I'm a celebrity, but I'd never do that! Eww..." Bulma fake-gagged.

Yamcha rapped his knuckles against the table.

"Why would humans cheat on their mate? In that case, why even get a mate? Aren't they for life?" Vegeta questioned.

"Well, humans have some sort of... pre-mating thing called dating. It's like... sort of a trial mate thing temporarily. Well, if it works out, then they would decide to get married, or mate as you saiyans call it." Bulma explained.

"Um... Bulma babe?"

Bulma turned around to face Yamcha, and blinked in surprise as if she had forgotten that Yamcha had been there all these while. "Oh hey Yamcha. Anything you need?"

Yamcha's jaw dropped. "Anything I need? You forgot I was here!"

"No I didn't," Bulma replied, slightly guilty. Behind her, Vegeta stuck his tongue out at the ex-bandit.

The human's eyes bugged out and pointed an accusing finger at the saiyan prince, but Bulma saw that he had returned to the paper, and gave her boyfriend a questioning look.