They Loved Good Food Most

"No need to stand on ceremony. Given my relationship with the other you, I couldn't just stand by after finding you here."

Gran glanced at the young, beautiful Poop Scooper beside him.

Huh?

Future Bulma froze. Was this mysterious Saiyan helping them because of her other self?

Bulma heard that and couldn't help lifting her chin, looking rather pleased.

"Lord Gran's doing me a favor. Good thing I risked my life going into that spatial rift to save him."

Bulma muttered to herself, then hurried over, took Future Bulma's hand, and began telling her about Gran:

"I heard your timeline has only two Saiyans left, Gohan and Trunks. But the Saiyans in my timeline are different."

"There are plenty of Saiyans where I come from. Of course, Lord Gran is the strongest."

"Lord Gran is the disciple of Beerus, the God of Destruction, and Whis, an angel..."

Her voice echoed through the ruins. Gran made no attempt to stop Bulma from revealing his background.

Evening had fallen, and the sky was growing dark. Gran left the two Bulmas alone, found a flat patch of ground, and waved his small hand.

The broken pieces of buildings covering the ground vanished in an instant.

He took out a Capsule Corp Capsule, pressed its button, and tossed it down. With a pop, a warehouse appeared on the ground.

Gran opened the warehouse and walked inside.

Gohan and Trunks had been listening to Bulma explain who Gran was, but the warehouse made them curious about what was inside.

They watched for a while. Gran soon came back out.

His hands were empty, but many objects floated beside him. He was using Space Power.

On closer inspection, the objects were all uncooked fish and meat.

"Is that...?"

Gohan and Trunks exchanged a glance and swallowed.