"Let's all eat at my place," Trunks suggested.
Vegeta had no objections.
His home had servants, nannies, and professional chefs anyway.
Did they understand what it meant to be the richest family in the world?
"Sure." Nobody was going to stand on ceremony with him now.
It was time to feast at the rich guy's expense.
"Then I'll go pick up Chi-Chi," Goku said, surprising everyone.
Goku was making progress.
"Oh, I'll go get Maron and the others too." Krillin slapped his forehead.
Goku and Krillin left one after the other.
Trunks said to Yamcha, "Uncle Yamcha, go bring Grandpa Roshi and the others over too."
"Hahaha, sure." Yamcha laughed, flared his aura, and flew off.
"Android 16, are you coming too?" Trunks called.
"I'll pass. I don't need to eat," Android 16 said, turning to leave.
Piccolo at least needed water and could eat some food.
But what could a purely mechanical robot like him eat? Energy? Electricity?
"Uh..."
Seven-Three was also a purely mechanical modified robot, but he had nowhere to go and only listened to Son Gohan.
Son Gohan had told him to follow Piccolo, so he had stayed inseparable from Piccolo all these years.
As a result, he had no intention of leaving on his own and followed everyone to Capsule Corporation.
Capsule Corporation.
Trunks's home.
Everyone chatted as they waited for the meal.
"Daddy, Daddy, did anything interesting happen while you were away?" Pan clung to Son Gohan, asking him to tell her about his recent adventures.
"Of course. Daddy went to Earth in another universe and met the Saiyans there..." Only then did Son Gohan remember his promise to Caulifla and the others to bring them to Universe 7 for a visit.
But there was nothing he could do.
Everything had been too rushed