Inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, a single house stood abruptly amid the dazzling, endless white expanse, making it especially conspicuous.
Inside the house.
Jiang Ling and Trunks wolfed down the steaming food in front of them. Before long, they had polished off the meal, leaving only plates scattered across the table.
The plates were spotless, cleaner than bowls licked by dogs.
"Burp..."
Trunks let out a satisfied belch. "Awesome!"
Ever since he could remember, the number of times he had been able to eat his fill so freely could be counted on one hand.
Jiang Ling rubbed his belly and slumped back in his chair. Hearing that, he smiled.
"If you like it, eat more. Since your mother is Bulma, who else would I help if not you?"
Trunks: "..."
"Get lost."
It took him a long while to squeeze out that one word.
Brevity was carried to perfection in Trunks.
Jiang Ling did not mind. He lay back in his chair, savoring the afterglow of the meal.
After training all day and wearing himself out all day, he coveted this brief stretch of leisure after dinner.
There was nothing more satisfying in the entire day than this.
"Trunks, judging by the time, it's already night. Rest early and sleep. We'll get up and train tomorrow."
Jiang Ling said lazily.
Trunks was puzzled. "How do you know it's night? There's no concept of time here, is there?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the white expanse outside.
Jiang Ling jerked his chin toward the wall clock. "There. Isn't there a clock?"
"So that's it..."
Trunks scratched his head sheepishly.
Mainly, he had not noticed it. And he had also slept for half the day.
Jiang Ling slowly breathed out.
There was one thing about Dragon Ball's power system that deserved