Today, Goten and Trunks were a bit bored playing video games at the latter’s house at Capsule Corp.
They were both pretty hungry, though that was a normality given the size of the two boys.
Ever since birth, Goten and Trunks had been spoiled rotten to the brim with all sorts of foods from both of their mothers, and their fathers backed off not wanting to deal with the wrath of their wives.
It’s been nine years since the Cell Games and Goten and Trunks couldn’t be more happier with their lives, their parents were always there for them, or in Trunks’ case, his mother since his father just spends most of the day training to beat Goten’s dad Goku, who had been with him since birth, and they were always respectful and barely ever rude.
Sure when they were younger, they caused some mischief, but with their weight, they’d prefer to fly everywhere now or ride on a vehicle instead of using their legs.
“Goten, did I ever ask you what your favorite food was?”
Goten tilted his head a bit to Trunks, his cheeks jiggling a bit. “Umm... no, but I have so many favorites, and all of them are desserts!”
“Well, why don’t we just wish for them with the Dragon Balls? An endless supply of desserts just for the two of us!” Trunks suggested as he turned off the video game and stood up, gut wobbling.
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