Lizbet was shocked when Vegeta turned on her, telling her to stop. It was like a slap in the face, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep it from trembling, as she quickly looked away from him. Her cheeks were now red from embarrassment, her form still trembling from the events that had taken place. She stared at the ground, which was blurred in her eyes, since she still had tears left unshed. Why? Why did she have to feel like this? It was so stupid, to think that it was her fault, like Vegeta had said it was Goku's fault he went and touched the baby deer, but she couldn't help to feel that if she could have helped out somehow, things wouldn't have turned out like they had.<br/><br/>Vegeta leaves, but she knew he would be back soon, no doubt he had gone to get something to treat Goku's would with. She only raised her eyes again when Goku spoke to her, in his usual happy-go-lucky way, saying that he was still alive. That he was tougher than she thought, and that a small scratch wouldn't bring him down. A small smile worked it's way on to her lips, and she gently wipes away the tears from her eyes with the palm of her hand, and the smile grows a bit more.<br/><br/>And, as she predicted, Vegeta came back carrying a black case, inside must be the medical items. He opens it, showing bandages, vials of liquid, needles, and other such things that were needed. She blinks when Goku speaks up, seeming quite nervous when he saw that Vegeta was holding a needle, filling it with the liquid. She tilts her head slightly to the side, wondering what this was all about. Looking from Goku, to the needle, and back to Goku, she wondered...was he afraid of...needles?<br/><br/>She watched closely, staring at Vegeta, hiding a laugh when he tried to distract Goku from the fact he was about to stick the needle in, and seeing Goku's reaction she laughs a little bit. Vegeta may act like a hard ass, but she could tell that he cared for Goku, a lot. Right then, as Vegeta went to wrap the arm, she couldn't help herself, her body was almost moving on it's own, as she stepped forward, a little nervous because she wasn't sure how Vegeta would react. "Would...would you mind if I...helped?" She asked, pointing at the bandages in Vegeta's hands, wanting to take care of Goku. It wasn't that Vegeta was doing a terrible job, it was more like her nurturing instinct that urged her forward, wanting to take care of the injured, make sure they were okay.