"Mr. Gohan, why aren't you eating? Is the food not to your taste?" Cabba asked warmly as he ate.
Son Gohan gave an awkward but polite laugh. "Hehe, I really am not hungry. Go ahead and eat."
To ease the awkwardness, Son Gohan picked up the cup of lurid green liquid and took a sip with a frown. It was so fiercely spicy and bitter that his scalp tingled.
Son Gohan's eyes widened, his hand trembling. He could hardly believe this was something anyone could drink.
Hiss...
Spiciness, a fishy stench, and bitterness.
The flavors mixed together, sending a suffocating sensation straight to the top of his skull.
What kind of culinary abomination was this?
His face had twisted into a grimace.
But Son Gohan had guessed wrong.
This was no plant juice at all, but bile from some kind of animal.
It could refresh the mind and improve alertness.
It was utterly horrifying.
In fact, thanks to Supreme Kai Fuwa's improvements, Planet Sadala's resources were no longer so scarce.
The main problem was their primitive food culture and terrible cooking skills.
Son Gohan sat on pins and needles for half an hour.
At last, the feast held especially to welcome him came to an end.
The Saiyans could tell that Mr. Gohan really did not seem hungry.
After all, from beginning to end, Mr. Gohan had only taken one sip of bile and one bite of a weathered biscuit.
He had looked thoroughly uninterested.
He definitely wasn't hungry.
It never occurred to them that he simply found their food too awful to eat.
With everyone fed and watered, they were ready.
Caulifla rubbed her hands together and said excitedly, "Son Gohan, could you give us some pointers on martial arts?"
Caulifla looked like an adoring fangirl.
She was