Vegeta shoots an angry glance over to Bulla, his face still beet red. "Don't listen to your mother. If there's any decency to be had, it's not coming from her." He sets his jaw, arms crossed and ignores the rest of the statement, far too embarrassed to discuss it further. Instead he'll roll with the following question, a much more agreeable one in his opinion.

"I know most of those you've listed off. I guess Luceti comes with a few that aren't completely worthless." He makes a mental note of those names. It amazes him that the people here are so similar to how helpful their friends are back at home. He guesses he shouldn't be terribly surprised, but at the same time, it's nice to know. He might not like a majority of people here but even he can recognize the benefits to having kind and thoughtful people about. Since they've done the impossible and helped Bulla, something he could never bring himself to force her to do.

He sits quietly, awaiting Bulla's answer. He would love to know if she was going to stick with training.