Lizbet was happy that Vegeta had decided to stay, it was nice to have him here. She knew that it made Goku happy too, and when he was happy, it made her feel that as well. She looks to Vegeta when he spoke to her, nodding at his statement. "That's alright, I like being able to take care of others...so it's no problem for me." She smiles as she looks to Goku, who indeed did look as if he'd had one too many alcoholic drinks. "Thank you. I'll definitely make sure I contact you if I need the help."<br/><br/>Her eyes turn to look at Goku, who had spoken up, saying that she was a sweet and loving person. A faint pink formed on her cheeks, and she softly shakes her head. "It's...just who I am. I can't be anything else...so being caring is about the best I can be." She forces a smile on her lips, tilting her head softly to the side. A thought suddenly occurred to her. She wondered if it would be best to just let him sleep down on the couch for the night, while the effects of the medicine wore off. "I think you should just stay down here for the night..." With those words, she turned towards the steps that led upstairs. "I'll be right back."<br/><br/>Heading up the stairs, she heads to the extra room that she was planning on letting Goku stay in, and goes over to the bed, pulling the quilt off of it, as well as the pillow, before heading back down to where they were waiting. Gently, she places the pillow beneath Goku's head, and then places the blanket over him, glad that he was already laying down. As she stands up again, she stifles a yawn with her hand, knowing she should be turning in soon as well.<br/><br/>"Thank you for helping and all...If you want to stay for a little longer you can. I'll be heading upstairs for a little bit to get ready for bed." She bids them goodnight, and heads back upstairs, going to her own room this time. It had certainly been an exciting evening, a lot had happened. Taking off her clothing, she looks at her form in the mirror, clad in just her bra and underwear. She tilts her head slightly, staring back at herself. Wondering...if she really was so pretty...WAS she pretty? She knew Eighteen had said she looked good but...was that the truth?<br/><br/>Sighing, she shakes her head, pulling her gaze from the mirror to pick up the nightgown off the bed, pulling it on over her head, letting the fabric slide down her frame, the bottom ending at just above her knees. She sits down at her desk, pulling out a handmade book, and a pen. Opening it, she writes something, then closes it, and puts it back where she got it. Gazing out the window from her desk for a short while, or rather about half an hour, she sighs softly, before standing up and quietly heading back downstairs. No doubt Vegeta had left already, and also she was sure Goku had fallen asleep.<br/><br/>Padding as softly as a cat she walks in to the living room, the lights were off and it was quiet. For a moment she stops in the kitchen, warming up some milk tea, before heading back in. She looks at Goku, before sitting on the large armchair that was placed next to the couch, pulling her legs up on to the cushion, cupping the warm drink in her hands, sipping quietly. For a while she remained like this, but after a while and once she placed her cup on the small coffee table, she didn't realize when she dozed off, falling asleep sitting slightly tilted in the chair she was on.