A compromise.

Vegeta didn't do compromises, but he could see no other way to get her to repair the damage the chamber. He could knock a planet out of orbit around its sun if he so desired, but there was no getting this woman to budge. Thus, he did the only thing he could do.

He relents a bit himself, meeting her halfway as she so desires. (If called on it later in front of others — especially Kakarot or that annoying one who had a habit of dying that kept hanging out around here; Yamyam? Yamaha? — he'd vehemently deny it.)

The wall creaks as he with draws his hand, palm flattening out against the wall beside her head instead of being buried within it. He eases her wrist down slowly, guiding it in a semi-circle down the wall until it's hanging at her side, but doesn't yet let go, still hovering near. Very near.

"Fine."

And then he's letting her go and disappearing out the door in the direction of the kitchen.

Get ready, Bulma. Taking it easy with a Saiyan involves eating someone out of house and home. Hope your mother went grocery shopping.