[Cranky frowns at that. The thought of some poor kid going out in a storm like this to help his mom.

He should at least offer to help, to save them both the trouble. ]

Are you headed north? If we're headed in the same direction, I don't mind giving you a bit of cover.


[He holds a big metal hand out, above Bulma's head. It's wide and flat enough to provide a her with a bit of shelter from the downpour. ]

I figure there's no need to send your kid out in this mess if you don't gotta.