"Like you're one to talk. It's not like you care about my personal space, why should I care about yours?"

She's just saying Vegeta -- it's hardly fair to get annoyed about her touching you when you've followed her into her bedroom and cornered her next to a wall where your fist is currently imbedded.

Still, her pulse jumps just a little as those calloused fingers wrap around her wrist -- not out of fear but something else. There's always a bit of a rush going head to head with him like this -- probably because she has the safety of knowing he wouldn't actually hurt her. Not right now. When he still needs her.