Vegeta nodded and walked into the mess hall. He clapped his hands and looked at the Saiyan women, who were dressed rather provocatively, that were cooking the food. He turned to Ishikaru and bumped him lightly with his elbow, an eager smile on the prince's face.
"This is how it's supposed to be! Women serving us!" he chuckled then sat down, resting a knuckle on his lips as his elbow held up his head. His other arm was horizontal and perpendicular to his other arm. He looked to Mazuri, who was sitting by herself, then back to Ishikaru.
"Sit down, Saiyan, you have earned a meal," he exclaimed, watching with delight as three women walked themselves over to the prince's table.