Hands up, he lets her catch herself and get up after his kick lands. No whining though, on her end. Good. He'd hit her pretty hard, maybe even a little harder than he intended but that's what happens when you spar sometimes. So he doesn't feel bad, because he could have hit her a lot harder. She's a Saiyan. She can take it.

He's really starting to realize that she wasn't kidding when she said she'd really worked for this day. Dodging all those blasts, it seemed like it wasn't something she hadn't encountered before- and not because he'd trained her to deal with it. Someone else did. He's a little sore that she'd faked him out successfully, but at the same time he figures she'd played on him underestimating her. Smart. That'll teach him to underestimate her, just as he hates it when his enemies do the same to him.

That display though, he's more than certain that if Bulla wanted she could easily be a skilled Saiyan warrior, pulling off those moves in a month's time like that? He shouldn't be surprised, she did have Saiyan blood in her veins and she was the daughter of the Prince of Saiyans. The instinct for battle resided in her, too. But how to bring it out?

"Think you can pull that off again? His hand comes up, fingers moving backward toward him in a taunt. Come, show him what you've got.