Heh. I got inspired. Thank you to Warm hugs, for the suggestion of the second part to the previous chapter! And especially to the guest reviewer from chapter 4!

To I3 Vegeta: Heh, you make a good point there actually. You would think people would get used to seeing flying men, but like Mr Satan says, "It's all parlor tricks! Light shows!" I'm not sure why the never investigated the other Z-warriors, though-maybe because Krillin lives far out on a tiny island? The paparazzi probably followed Vegeta back to Capsule Corp or something. As for the too overly smart Bulma thing, I just needed something to start the story with :) She is a skilled scientist, after all, and this is the Dragonball universe(and like what this story is trying to say, nothing makes sense in DBZ!). Of course, no one can be that intelligent in real life. And it's not negative feedback, lol. It's called, constructive criticism. Everybody has the right to like or dislike a story, after all-besides, questions are always welcome:) It helps me improve.

"Have you ever wondered why Turtle can talk?"

Yamcha looked up from the menu. "Huh?"

"You know," Bulma tapped her well manicured nails on the table, "and why Baba can go to the Otherworld. It's kinda strange, isn't it?"

"B-" the ex-bandit started, but was cut off.

"-And I wonder how old Master Roshi actually is... I mean, when did he take that immortally pill? It could have been a thousand years ago, before the Revolution, or-"

"Bulma. I'm starving. Can we order?" Yamcha asked, wondering why she was so full of questions.

"Oh yea, sure! I'm hungry too, and-Oh my god!" Bulma gasped.

Yamcha's eyes widened in shock. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"I just realized! Vegeta probably can't cook, and there's no one at home to do it for him! Oh gosh, what if he starves with his impossibly large appetite?"

The dark haired man rolled his eyes. Seriously? "Look, I'm sure he's fine."

Bulma blinked, "I suppose he is," and Yamcha was about to heave a sigh of relief when she whipped out her phone. "Still, better get someone to deliver takeout to Capsule Corp. Oh, and I'll just have whatever you're having," she said.

Yamcha placed their orders and drummed his fingers on the table impatiently, waiting for Bulma to finish her call. He could empathize with the poor man on the other line, and could imagine the shocked look on his face. "Yes, put it on my tab," Bulma snapped, before flipping her phone shut.

"So," Bulma grinned, "now that that's taken care of, what did you order?"

As if on cue, the two plates of sirloin steak arrived, and Bulma licked her lips. "Wow. Nice."

Yamcha smiled, glad to have Vegeta out of their conversation-wait, I probably just jinxed it. Damn.

And yes, he did.

"Did you know," Bulma said thoughtfully, "that Saiyans and Humans have a common ancestor?"

Yamcha spat out his drink, making several customers turn around to glare at them. He blushed. "What?"

"Well, Vegeta-" the ex-bandit narrowed his eyes at his name "-and I were talking about it. We figured that since Goku and Chi Chi could, well, create Gohan, our species must have a very similar genetic makeup. I mean, just think, Goku and I could be like, very very VERY very distant cousins or something!"

Yamcha nodded absently, his mind spinning with ways to get back at the saiyan prince for ruining their date. Indirectly, but still. Does Vegeta play that big of a role in Bulma's life, that everything she says has to be related to him or something?!

"Hello? Are you even listening?"

"Huh? Yea, that'd be great, babe," Yamcha stammered.

"I asked you if you were not hungry," Bulma frowned, gesturing to his untouched food.

"Oh," he muttered. "Yea, I lost my appetite thinking about the distant possibility about having Vegeta being related to us."

The blue-haired girl giggled, "oh come on, he's not that bad."

"Oh, says you. He treats you the best out of all of us." Yamcha muttered bitterly, obvious jealously in her tone.

"Oh come on Yam," Bulma waved her hands in the air, "he probably just tolerates me a lot more than you guys because I fix his playthings."

Yamcha remembered the hurt look Vegeta flashed the heiress just before they left, and seriously doubted that was the case.