Good! The very irritable voice of reason and a couple of other fists have arrived. Yondu practially sprints over to join Bulma, nowhere near the blink of speed that it takes a Saiyan to move, of course but fast for a man that usually moves like a stealthy predator more than a force of nature.

This time he hollers out a "Bulma!" and gets to her side, at least ready to at least keep her safe from tantrum debris. His coat's still armored out, and if he can get in the way of something of reasonable size he can keep her from getting hurt.

So at least she has more than one pair of eyes looking out for her.

"He didn't do it on purpose!" he tells her, too. Which she already knows, but considering their previous conversations she deserved to have that confirmation.