He accepts with a grunted and pained "Thank ya," and then blows his nose unpleasantly before dumping the tissues into a discareded empty cup. He'll take care of this shit later. "Aw hell... I think I may never catch any kinda cold again what with this liquor. Hooo.... Cleaned out my whole head. Probably wiped a few memories here an' there." Thoroughly sanitized, thanks. But even if Bulma was making a scene, he doesn't seem too bothered. He was mostly trying to save Vegeta, as he's loosely assuming she might not remember this conversation tomorrow.

"Whatever cosmic gods think connectin' the drink hole with the breathe hole was a good idea in a bunch of species musta been drunk when they was doin' the plannin'."