Vegeta rolls his eyes. Honestly. He appreciated nice, clean things, but it's been a long, long time since he's had the time to appreciate them, nevermind have them in his possession. Having access to the advanced technologies that Frieza allowed himself, Nappa, and Raditz didn't necessarily mean they were the best or the nicest. In fact, they were often what happened to work well enough to get the job done, things that were discarded and given to the last of the 'filthy monkeys' Frieza had kept alive when he destroyed their planet.

"If you must."

Setting the pan the pork had been on aside, Vegeta leans forward, bracing himself with his arms on his knees. He casts her an impatient, sideways glance.

"Well? I don't have all day."