This time, Bulma has some questions. Thank you NinjaWhisper for your idea! I also added a new cover, i drew it myself. Let me know what you think! :)

"'Geta?" Bulma stirred the hot coffee in her cup with a spoon as she watched the saiyan inhale the spread of food her mother had oh-so graciously prepared for "the young and strong handsome mr. Vegeta -oh what am I saying? i'm a married woman!"

The saiyan paused from his eating, reaching out for a napkin to wipe the edges of his mouth before glancing at Bulma questioningly. The heiress cracked a smile-Vegeta, although with an appetite as big as Goku's, had much better manners than the younger saiyan.

"What?" He asked gruffly, not appreciating the fact she had interrupted his meal.

"I was thinking... how come you can speak english so fluently? Do they speak that language in outer space too?"

"Scouter," Vegeta muttered, tapping his left ear before shoving several strips of bacon into his mouth.

"Then..." Bulma rubbed her chin, "how come the namekians back on Planet Namek could speak english too? They don't have scouters."

Vegeta looked up and thought for a while.

Bulma continued, "and the other aliens too. Like the inhabitants of the planet Goku crash-landed on after Namek's explosion... Is english some sort of universal language or something?"

Vegeta furrowed his brows as he concentrated. "Each race has it's own language, but there is a universal tongue that everyone understands. However... it is not english, but the Galatic-Standard, which is not at all similar."

Bulma pouted. "That doesn't answer my question. How could everyone we meet speak our language?"

The saiyan shrugged. "How should I know?"

The heiress took a small bite out of her apple and sighed.

Vegeta stared at her pointedly. "Is that all you're eating, woman?"

Bulma nodded. "Vegeta, I'm on a diet."

The saiyan frowned. Why one would starve themselves on purpose, for the sake of losing a few pounds, was beyond him. Back on Frieza's base he could hardly get enough food weekly to sustain a rat, and here this woman was ignoring three full meals a day. She could starve! Wait... why did he care? He didn't. The woman was annoying and her only use was fixing the gravity room. If she died out of hunger, it wouldn't affect him in any way, right? Of course. Yet...He sighed and pushed a plate of eggrolls towards Bulma. "Eat," he commanded.

She opened her mouth to protest, but seeing the insistent look on the saiyan's face she popped an eggroll into her mouth and chewed slowly. Vegeta nodded slightly, pleased, and continued eating.

Bulma thought for a while-there was one question she had been wondering about since she found out Goku was a saiyan-after the initial excitement had died out, of course, and she wanted to share it with Vegeta to see if it made sense. After all, he was bound to know more than she did on this subject, right?

"Hey, do you think we have a common ancestor?"

Vegeta choked on his noodles. "What?!"

"Humans and saiyans." Bulma looked up thoughtfully. "I mean, we have to be genetically similar to quite a large extent to be able to procreate, as evident by Gohan. Our races also share a lot of physical differences, aside from the tail of course. Goku was able to blend in as a human without it-Chi Chi told me the doctors never said that anything was out of the ordinary with him."

"That," Vegeta stated, "would be highly improbable. Your theory makes sense, but we live on entirely different planets." He, however, sounded doubtful.

"Oh come on, just think," Bulma perked up, "how can two races from different planets at opposite ends of the galaxy, have such a similar genetic makeup?"

Vegeta bit his lip. "Um... luck?"

Bulma laughed. "Luck? Really Vegeta. That's like saying thet kid from the future is your son!" (A/N: BWAHAHAHA)

Vegeta shuddered. That possibility, as much as he hated to admit it, was not as far as he liked it to be. That future kid could turn into a super saiyan, which means he must have had saiyan blood. Of course, he could be a descendant of Kakarot, but his hair...

"Anyways, saiyans and humans must have been related some point or another. Maybe long ago, some saiyans crash landed on Earth or sonething and because of the docile environment here, lost their ki abilities or something. I dunno, it seems a lot more likely than just pure chance." Bulma blabbed.

The saiyan prince shrugged. "Woman, you talk too much."

Bulma stuck out her tongue. "Get used to it."

Vegeta poked her in the stomach. "I don't get this... diet thing."

Bulma placed her hand over her mouth to keep fron giggling as Vegeta poked her again. "St-stop that."

He raised an eyebrow, and with a mischievous smirk, continued to poke her. Bulma squirmed in her seat trying to wriggle her way out but the saiyan grabbed her by the waist and tickled her ribs.

"Geta, st-stop th-haha oh gosh VegeTA!" Bulma squealed and almost fell off her chair, but Vegeta caught her midfall.

He lifted her up back onto her chair, but neither let go of each other. Their faces were close, noses almost touching, and Bulma felt a heated blush come up to her face. She opened her mouth to say something, was cut off by a knock on the door.

"I'll... go get it," she says, suddenly breathless, and Vegeta nods and reluctantly releases her.