When Askari said she was going to find Trunks a wife—and had arranged several right from the start—Trunks finally could not keep his expression steady. He looked at her in surprise and declined her kind offer.
He said speechlessly, "Why are you joining in on this too? You don't need to trouble yourself with this."
"We're friends, so of course I have to help you. And this isn't any trouble at all. Just wait for my arrangements. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!" Askari took the whole matter onto herself, throwing Trunks a look that said, I'm such a good friend.
"I really don't need it." Trunks did not know whether to laugh or cry, and had no idea what to say.
"Of course you do. You do, you do."
Ignoring Trunks's objections, Bulma gave him a cold, warning look, then turned warm and pleasant as she greeted Askari. And just like that, the matter was settled.
"Trunks is just as dense as his father. How can he not be proactive about settling down and starting a career? Askari, go ahead and make the arrangements. I'll have to trouble you more in the future."
"Don't worry, Aunt Bulma. I'll definitely find him someone pretty," Askari said with a giggle.
"..."
Trunks rolled his eyes somewhat speechlessly. Watching the two of them whisper to each other, he suddenly felt utterly exhausted. This was far more tiring than a full day of brutal training. Forget it. Things would work themselves out when they got there. They could do whatever they wanted; he would just ignore them.
Turning to Android 18, who was sitting quietly nearby, Trunks searched for a topic and chatted with her, asking about the situation in the other world—especially what had happened to Vegeta after he left.
Android 18 looked