Kinoko didn't flinch when Vegeta had managed to bring her close, before having to grunt as he pushed her away, where she stumbled a little, but managed to keep her composure. At this very moment, she wasn't, at all, scared of his presence, considering that she was became so used to it, and that she didn't find anything negative. In other words, she understood him, since they were sort-of on the same page when it came to feeling inferior. If Vegeta ever found out about what the Savior told her the other day, Goku might end up under the bus. She didn’t want that for the younger.

As if to seemingly mirror him, the princess gathered herself before managing to cross her arms, and shouting back. "Don't think I'm [i]that[/i] blind, Vegeta! You're frustrated; as am I. But, just because we are of the elite, doesn't mean we should excel over others; sure, we may be the strongest race out there, but we are certainly [i]not[/i] meant to be a perfect one!", she wasn't sure whether if it was a good idea to even mention such a thing, but she had to clear Vegeta's judgement. "As bad as it seems, for the both of us, we didn't exactly take training too seriously in the past either, [i]until[/i] we met Kakarot; just so you know!". No fear in her eyes; that same fire remained, only lightly, as she calmed herself down. "That's not to say we can't reach new levels or heights", as close as she was to Goku, both personally and relatively, the task wasn't impossible. Kinoko, good-heartedly, always claimed the younger to be "the special one" of the three Pure-Saiyans, but, for the Prince's own good, she kept it to herself.

Kinoko then halfway turned her back on him, having to see him out of the corner of her eye. When he spoke again, slight fear came to her. Through many years of thinking, she didn't know whether if it was allowable or possible. “I feel myself getting stronger, [i]every time[/i] we do”, she looked at one of her hands, flexing it.

Growing up, she had looked up to her older brother, up to the point where she felt deep anguish over his death, when Frieza arrived; where she turned Super Saiyan for the first time. Since then, she had always wanted to gain his approval, when the intense, seemingly-endless training began. Strangely, it stimulated something, shortly after each session; a kind of craving she can’t really shake off. "Well, I am a half to each of you. You might, as well, just tell me", in truth, she probably knew what the Prince was talking about; [i]if[/i] it was about that specific topic. 
“I’m all ears”.