"That is the one plus side, to wading into a brawl." Trunks conceded, crossing his arms, and sighing. "I'm not used to having to hold back though--so it's been a bit of an adjustment." He'd gotten a scratch or 3 and a few bruises while learning that. "Then again, most of the fights I've been in if you hold back, you die."

Looking over her concernedly, he frowns. "You haven't been hit have you? Hurt?"