If she cooked for him, Vegeta would eat it. Of course, he would excuse the act as never being one to let food go to waste when there were peasants starving on impoverished planets, but in reality he was far too polite to decline a meal from someone who was kind enough to open their home to him. Vegeta didn't acknowledge that kindness often and wouldn't be caught dead so much as uttering the word, but he was aware of it. He was aware of how unpopular he was, how much Kakarot and his band of miserable misfits distrusted him, and how anxious it made that low-level human she insisted on pairing herself off with to have him here.
It can't be easy, having him as an unwanted guest who did nothing but damage her house and destroy her and her father's upgrades to the chamber, but they didn't seem to show it. That sort of resilience to adversity was admirable, especially in this hot-headed woman who went against the grain of everything he was brought up to believe about those of the opposing gender.
"Why?"
Honest question. He could eat it raw or cooked, it didn't matter much to him. Food was food, especially after years under Frieza's thumb where food of any kind could quickly become scarce — especially in a room full of starving Saiyans.
Vegeta was even polite enough to remove the half devoured turkey leg from his mouth when he questioned her comment. Politeness may not be something most would associate with Vegeta (in fact, he was willing to be the mere notion would have those who 'knew' him doubling over in amusement), but in spite of his supposedly fiendish ways, he was still a prince. A prince who was brought up to carry himself as regally as he was ruthless before the planet he was supposed to one day rule was destroyed.
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It can't be easy, having him as an unwanted guest who did nothing but damage her house and destroy her and her father's upgrades to the chamber, but they didn't seem to show it. That sort of resilience to adversity was admirable, especially in this hot-headed woman who went against the grain of everything he was brought up to believe about those of the opposing gender.
"Why?"
Honest question. He could eat it raw or cooked, it didn't matter much to him. Food was food, especially after years under Frieza's thumb where food of any kind could quickly become scarce — especially in a room full of starving Saiyans.
Vegeta was even polite enough to remove the half devoured turkey leg from his mouth when he questioned her comment. Politeness may not be something most would associate with Vegeta (in fact, he was willing to be the mere notion would have those who 'knew' him doubling over in amusement), but in spite of his supposedly fiendish ways, he was still a prince. A prince who was brought up to carry himself as regally as he was ruthless before the planet he was supposed to one day rule was destroyed.