Two streaks of golden light suddenly slammed into the open space outside Ichiraku Ramen Shop.
A powerful blast of air spread outward, whipping up the door curtain and blowing it clean off.
Inside, Temari was sitting at a table polishing her Iron Fan. She jerked her head up at the noise. A fierce gust hit her head-on, and her grip loosened. The enormous Iron Fan slipped from her hand and spun toward the ceiling.
A figure darted inside and effortlessly caught the still-humming Iron Fan with one hand.
Son Goten held the Iron Fan in one hand and used the other to drag the blue-haired fellow behind him forward, smiling at the wary Temari.
"Let me introduce you. This is Trunks, my buddy."
Temari's attention shifted from the Iron Fan to Trunks.
The man who had suddenly appeared was tall, dressed in tattered training clothes covered in signs of battle. His short blue hair was a mess, and he looked rather bedraggled, but his eyes were bright as he studied Temari curiously.
Trunks froze at his first glimpse of Temari: four blond pigtails, a tall, slender figure, and that air of spirited confidence.
He leaned toward Goten's ear and lowered his voice.
"This one's yours too?"
"Of course."
Goten shoved the Iron Fan back into Temari's hands without a hint of shame.
Trunks's expression shifted from surprise to a complicated look of admiration, and he finally gave him a thumbs-up.
"You... really are something."
A vein twitched at Temari's temple as she listened to their conversation. Her expression cold, she looked Trunks up and down without any courtesy.
"You went to find your buddy, so how did you end up bringing back a beggar?"
"Never mind that for now." Goten pushed Trunks toward the kitchen. "Get him a bowl of