"It worked out for you, smelly Prince." Bulma snarks it even though she's clearly smiling behind her coffee cup. After all, how many times had she marched him to the shower telling him that he stank in his time at her home in West City? These days he was more a kept husband than anything else, but Bulma certainly doesn't mind providing for his Princely lifestyle since she absolutely can in spades.

"Well, I guess we know he's perfectly capable of defending himself. And between the two of us, I know he has a mouth on him should he ever need it." And she doesn't mean for anything sexual, thank you, though that works too she guesses.

"I guess I'm just used to him being younger so I'm a .. A little not used to the thought of an actual girlfriend and not just a play one if you know what I mean."