He raises an eyebrow at the notion that every other day would even be close to sufficient, but if there's one thing he's learned over the years is that he doesn't exactly always get what he wants with these two women. Especially if they're in cahoots with each other, he's the odd man out and as much as he'd like it to be, his opinion won't outweigh theirs. So he keeps his mouth shut and scrunches up in his seat a little, drinking some more water and keeping himself from trying to protest. Infernal women. He still thinks her Saiyan blood will get to her in the end, and it'll be more than just every other day in the end. It was only a matter of time, to him at least.

"Bulla probably did have to hold back to keep herself from completely destroying her opponents. I'm completely convinced that there's no one in this enclosure that can stand up to Saiyan might, even if it's from one that's sorely in need to fine tune their skills," he states in a matter-of-fact tone, "in fact I'm not surprised we didn't have anyone knocking on our door in an unadulterated rage that our daughter sent their friend or family member to the clinic for an extended stay. And I wouldn't be surprised if she told us that she did send a few losers to the hospital."