Bulma has a very knowing look, and removes her hand. "You have no idea how stubborn I am, do you?" She murmured with gentle amusement, moving over and sniffing a few of the teas she couldn't understand the writing of, before selecting one. "We're not leaving until we figure out how to mask your TARDIS's signal."

"Or reprogram 16... Or destroy him." Trunks said with determination, the turkey entirely gone and the meatloaf being started in on. "We suspected there was at least one more lurking around, but hadn't been able to find the lab's location."

Clear enough that they were actually worried about him and his ship.