The Fourth Generation Heir

The dining table in the restaurant was laden with an extravagant spread of food.

A whole roasted Dragon Bird leg, golden and crispy, exuded a mix of cumin and honey.

A massive steak, occupying more than half the table, displayed marbled textures on its cut surface.

Piled beside it were mountains of various meats, prepared specifically to satisfy the Saiyans' voracious appetites.

Goku's family was also present. He never held back when it came to food, especially not with Krillin.

The battle at the dining table was as fierce as ever.

Goku attacked from both sides, his chopsticks and fork moving so fast they were a blur. His mouth was stuffed with steak as he mumbled that the meat quality today was excellent.

Gohan, while maintaining a scholarly composure, ate just as quickly.

Chi-Chi, beside him, slowly cut meat into smaller pieces for Goten.

Vegeta maintained his usual regal posture, but the food on his plate disappeared at an absurdly fast rate.

Krillin sat to one side, eating heartily but with proper manners.

He leisurely cut a piece of tender, crispy spare rib, his gaze drifting, intentionally or not, towards Trunks, seated diagonally across from him.

The young master, usually the most eager to snatch food, was unusually quiet today.

He had changed into a plain black training vest, his head lowered, slowly shoveling white rice into his mouth. He barely touched the meat, lost in his own thoughts.

Bulma, watching from the side, felt a pang of concern and was about to comfort him when Krillin stopped her with a glance.

The meal soon concluded.

Krillin wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and walked straight outside.

Trunks nimbly stood up and followed him.

The two figures turned into streaks of light in the sky above West City,