"You'd prefer a moving target?" Trunks called back, stopping his own volley in favor of dodging the energy attacks. Still on the ground too, as he hadn't yet taken to the air. "Try and hit me then. IF you can, I might be impressed."

Oh yes, the smirk and quirk of his brow with that taunt were definitely like his father's.

Especially since Trunks took to the air now, upping his speed and focusing purely on dodging to get closer and closer to her. Not quite as fast as he could go--he wasn't blurring or moving so fast he seemed to teleport. Yet.