Tarble walks to the kitchen and looks at the things in the cabinets and fridge. "Uncle Tarble! Goten and I are hungry!" Trunks yells, racing Goten into the kitchen.

"Well I'm not positive how to cook food, what do you two want to eat?"

"Italian." Goten says, hopping from foot to foot.

"Yeah, how about spaghetti?" Trunks says

"Italian? Spaghetti? How do you make that?" Tarble asks

"Here, look at the recipe book. Follow the directions, it can't be hard. My mom makes it all the time." Trunks hops up on the counter and pulls a thick book from one of the shelves. "Here." He tosses the book to Tarble and he catches it with one hand.

"We'll be in the game room!" Trunks shouts over his shoulder.

Tarble sighs, "I hope I don't screw this up." And with that he begins his journey into the culinary arts.

A few hours later Trunks' stomach starts to growl, "He's taking forever and I'm starving. What about you Goten?"

Goten lays on his back and nods, "Yeah, I think my tummy is eating itself."

"Let's go see if he's done yet."

The two boys get up and start to make their way to the kitchen when a wonderful smell hits their noses that makes their mouths water. It smells like they were dropped right in the middle of a food fair in Italy.

"Trunks do you smell that?" Goten asks, sniffing the air.

"How couldn't I?"

They scramble down the rest of the hall to the kitchen and their eyes widen at the sight they see. There was spaghetti, pizza, and every other kind of Italian food you could think of. Tarble had his attention focused on a pot on the stove when the boys came in.

"Oh, hey! I kinda made a lot of food because I knew everyone would be hungry." He grins, and wipes some flour off his forehead, getting it in his hair.

"Uncle Tarble I didn't know you could cook." His nephew says, eyeballing the pizza.

"Neither did I but I guess I can, I made dessert too. You guys go ahead and start eating."

The two boys don't waste any time diving into the food and wolfing it down. Not even a minute after they start eating Goku and Vegeta troop into the house and their noses draw them straight to the kitchen.

"Tarble did you make all of this?" Vegeta asks, staring wide eyed at his brother.

Tarble nods, "Yeah, Goten and Trunks wanted Italian so I made it."

Goku sits down at the table and licks his lips. He grabs a bowl of spaghetti and begins gulping it down. Vegeta sits down and follows suit. (Minus the lip licking)

Tarble leans against the counter and munches on a piece of pizza. He may not be a great Saiyan warrior like his brother but, he certainly can cook.