At first, Vegeta suspected that she was being nice to him because she wanted something. It took a month for him to realize that there was nothing she wanted from him, she merely wanted to help him. Why she wanted to was beyond him, but he begrudgingly accepted that she wasn't doing so with any ulterior motives in mind. And why would she? She was well off. Her family was wealthy and she was a genius. Even someone from a warrior race knew how to recognize and appreciate that.

He wasn't used to it, however. She still caught him off guard with her patience, with her willingness to put up with him when he opted to spit venom instead of exercising patience of his own. He could insult the damned woman left and right and she'd just stand there and roll her eyes at him like he wasn't a superior being that could snap her in half like a twig.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?"