Vegeta once again felt the cold water explode over his body and it left him somewhat dazed. His hands were finally freed and his wet arms dropped to the sides, his chest heaving slightly from the adrenaline. His eyes then lowered, noting the fact her shirt was now see through, and he caught a glimpse of the lace bra she hid under the shirt.<br/><br/>"I can tell you whatever you want to know about Saiyans, if you want. Just ask, and I'll tell you."<br/><br/>He was soaked, and she was getting a little irked, he saw. A smirk on his face, he shrugged one shoulder, "Kakarot brought me some clothes earlier. He uses this special technique called Instant Transmission to go where ever he wants to in the blink of an eye. The bastard likes to rub it in my face a lot."<br/><br/>For a moment, Vegeta stood there, allowing her to keep the door open but he made no move to go inside. Finally, he pulled his own arms to fold over his chest, "When my wife was alive, she always yelled at me to not track in water. So old habits die hard. If you would be kind enough to grab me a towel, I'll dry off and change."<br/><br/>Another cocky smirk displayed on his lips, "If it makes you feel better, you can watch. Don't worry, I'm not shy." His eyes moved up and down the length of her body again, "Cute bra, by the way. Have you had it long?"<br/><br/>If she wanted to play hardball, then he was game.