As his father poured the liquor out of the bottle and drank a sake-cup, Kid Raditz stared at his father.
"... What's up?"
"Dad, is it good?"
"... Kind of."
With a wry smile, Bardock put the cup on the table.
The moment Raditz reached for the cup, "Ouch!" Bardock's two fingers struck Raditz's left hand.
"Much too young, brat. Have some milk." With that, Bardock drained the cup at a draught.
Making a pout, Raditz held a mug of hot milk, which his mother made, with both his hands and drank it up.
