[Though Vegeta seems far too pleased at the moment, huffing quietly to himself with laughter at his own joke, the glint of metal snaps the Saiyan out of his amusement. Swords, hm? As easy as it would be to brush that nonexistent threat behind him, the man is well aware of just how effective a sword can be in the hands of a real warrior. Trunks had proved that.

Vegeta shifts to the side in mid-air, deftly dodging the attack before he was coming to touch down on the ground, some ten feet away from Zoro.]

There. Is this more to your ability? [Now that they were on even ground, it was just a little bit easier to take in the whole sight of the Saiyan, with his ridiculous muscles, his upswept hair, and his....surprisingly short height.]

Come at me. I'll give you one free hit. [His hard face splits into a smirk all over again, Vegeta taking two steps to the side, his tone all cocksure arrogance.] ...Or is here better? I wouldn't want to stand in your blind spot.