"How much longer till we get there? I'm starving."
Trunks clutched his stomach, which rumbled loudly. He really was terribly hungry.
Son Goten casually pulled a large chunk of jerky from his backpack and tossed it over.
"Catch."
Trunks caught the jerky and tore into it, stuffing the large chunk into his mouth in just a few bites.
"This is way too tough. Is the food in Konoha really that good?"
He swallowed the jerky and looked at Son Goten, his face full of doubt.
"Have you ever had Ichiraku Ramen?"
Son Goten gave him a sidelong glance and smiled.
"Once you've tasted something that heavenly, you won't want to eat anything else for the rest of your life."
At the mention of that name, Trunks stuffed the remaining half of the jerky into his mouth and spoke indistinctly.
"For the past thirteen years, I've eaten tree bark and gnawed on raw meat. As long as it fills my stomach, I can eat anything."
The two stopped talking and continued racing above the clouds.
After taking the jerky, Trunks complained much less, leaving only the sound of chewing.
In his pocket, the five Chips had joined together and were steadily giving off warmth.
These things pulsed in his palm as if they were alive, their rhythm distinct.
Trunks stared at the points of light, his brows knitted together.
"These things really are nothing but trouble."
He pointed at the lights.
"Last time, we only had three, and those mad dogs in black armor chased us across half the continent. Now that we've got all five, we're traveling with a beacon."
Son Goten said nothing. He gathered a mass of even purer ki in his palm and wrapped it around the Chips.
The dazzling light was forcibly pressed back into the