"Ooooh, neat! I bet if there are more fighters in your world as strong as you are, then they have some fascinating data collected. Oh! You got it blocked off. Thanks."

A Helpmate comes at her while her back is turned, brandishing a wrench. She completely doesn't notice. Utterly oblivious. In fact she's so oblivious she turns out of its path to look at Trunks, continuing to speak as it misses its charge.

"Do you still help them out? I hope when I eventually have kids they'll help me. If I do, anyway."