The wind of Hell was chilling and penetrating.
The late Raditz looked at his late father, who sat next to him and drank.
"... What's up? "
"... Nothin'."
Raditz looked away from his father.
"Wanna drink, son?" Bardock thrusted another cup into Raditz's hand. It used to look too big for Kid Raditz, but now it was so small that it fit in the palm of his hand.
A generous quantity of sake was poured into Raditz's cup from a bottle in his father's hand, and Bardock clinked two cups.
Raditz set the cup to his lips, and then he was surprised that his father's sake was very strong and had a dry taste more than expected.
"Have you always drunk such strong sake?"
"Yeah. Don't you like?" His father, Bardock grinned.
Raditz lowered his gaze to look at the cup in his palm, and murmured with sentimentality.
"... Yes, I love it, just like you."