His hand shoots out, fingers stopping just short of her face. It's almost as if he expects her to flinch or dash away from him, or maybe it's because he knows that she won't. He finds her lack of fear as fascinating as it is frustrating. Vegeta thrives on being intimidating, knows how to operate around those that fear him. She presents him with a unique challenge in not responding to his usual methods, of taking the time to watch and listen.

"You should be." The tips of his fingers lightly graze her cheek. "Maybe I'm biding my time."