Trunks.. [ It's like an echo, hearing the same words out of a voice that was much smaller not long before. And yes, she does love that he so wants to protect people, that Trunks wants to carry with him something precious like that. But on the same coin, it's often hard for people to separate who is possible to save and the want to save them all - which is what she sees in Trunks.

Bulma leans in, then, resting her cheek on Trunks' strong bicep, a way of holding him even when he's too big to actually hold in her arms, sighing. ]

This much hasn't changed with age, then... But, honey.. you have to remember you're one man.. one person.. and you can't catch or know everything, even with that big brain I gave you.