The Saiyan Academy

[Vena Sera IV]

Ishikaru was relieved he wasn't stuck with Mazuri. He didn't want to harbor any ill feelings towards any of his classmates, but her constantly being at ends with Vegeta made getting along next to impossible for them. With his fellow team mate Hayte going off to their quarters he decided to stay with the group, it wouldn't kill them to have a civil conversation he supposed. Stretching a bit he folded his hands behind his head, smiling as he looked at the two team captains, hoping to draw a bit of friendliness out between the two. They hated eachother right now, no question about it, but maybe as time went on they'd get along better. "Well, those were some fun fights. You did really well Mazuri, you've got an interesting technique!" Maybe giving her a compliment for a change would lessen the hostility. They might be warriors, but did they always have to be at eachother's throats? He didn't understand why they couldn't get along.
To Vegeta now, this comment dripped with praise for the young Prince. "You did really well too Vegeta, I know you would have won for sure! There is a reason you're a prince after all." Okay, so maybe treating the two captains equally was going to be a bit more difficult than he thought. While he held earnest praise and admiration for Vegeta, Mazuri was more a case of trying to appease her, finding her skills more on par with his own rather than anything notable. He wouldn't say that outright though, if complimenting would make her less hostile to her classmates then he'd do it. Grinning he moved his hands onto his stomach when it growled, looking at the captains hopefully. "Want to get something to eat guys? I'm starving personally, may as well see what they have!" Not waiting for any confirmation he began to walk off, driven now by the prospect of a filling meal.

[julia]

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.