Not long afterward, in a dilapidated old house on one corner of the island, Bulma and the others prepared what they considered an incredibly lavish meal to welcome Lin Chen.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin Chen. I know Saiyans have huge appetites, but there isn't much on the island. This was all we could scrape together."
Chi-Chi, now a middle-aged woman, was in charge of the cooking. Though she should have been about the same age as Bulma, she looked much older, with a face full of wrinkles and hair streaked with gray.
It couldn't be helped. Unlike Bulma, who still had Trunks, Chi-Chi had lost all her loved ones.
Looking at the table covered in bread and steamed buns, with a few wilted vegetables but not a scrap of meat, Lin Chen sighed.
He now fully understood just how desperate their circumstances were.
With a wave of his hand, he took out the supplies he had purchased during his earlier trip to Universe 6 from his system space.
"Go ahead and eat. I brought this from another world."
Trunks and the others froze for a moment, then their eyes lit up. It had been a long time since they had eaten such a lavish meal.
"M-Mr. Lin Chen, do you have any more food like this?" Trunks asked.
"Why? Are you worried there won't be enough?"
"No, I just wanted to let the others have some too..."
Lin Chen smiled and tossed him several Hoi-Poi Capsules, all packed with food.
Trunks immediately ran outside and distributed the capsules among the island's residents.
While everyone feasted, Lin Chen learned more about the situation here.
Back when the Z Fighters had been wiped out and Cell had begun slaughtering the planet's inhabitants, Bulma had brought a group of surviving humans to this