"Hey hey hey. Don't go disparagin' my braincells like that. All three of them things are strong fighters that know how to hold their liquor."

He returns the glance to Vegeta, avoiding a nod so Bulma won't suddenly whirl her wrath on him again, offering an arm for a hug even if it puts him in slapping distance. 'Cause, you know... he'd put up with a slap for a good hug.

"Still glad to have ya here, even if my nose is sufferin' for it."