We sat around tables, Trunks and I sweat dropping when Gohann, Goku, and Goten basically ate the dinner table. Trunks and I normally don't eat a lot which stumped Goten more than he was supposed to. Krillin was there too, having the whole gang invited to Bulma's feast asked why Vegeta wasn't around. Eden was also sitting quietly looking nervous at the bunch of food getting stripped by the Goku and the others.
"Hey Future Trunks! Esther!" Goten called from the other end of the table, "How is it that even when you're saiyans, you don't eat a lot?"
"Great question..." I hissed getting a bit annoyed, "Why don't you ask Piccolo why he only drinks water?" Trunks looked embarrassed.
"I don't know," Goten shrugged, "I guess it only occurred to me that he was a namek." After messing with the other Trunks by sticking a noodle in his ear and Trunks almost blasting Goku's son apart, he yelled something else, "Hey Esther! Do you like this Trunks better than your time Trunks?"
Both Trunks' spewed orange juice and I fell off the back of the chair. The Trunks in this timeline smashed Goten in the back of the head and Goten went face first into the plate of fried rice he had. Goku fell off the chair dying of laughter. Gohann looked embarrassed how his younger brother and his dad were acting. Eden, who was next to Trunks looked slightly terrified. After having a 'nice' little discussion with this time Trunks who was really pissed, Goten shouted another question, even louder than the others. Unfortunately, it caught everyone's attention.
"Hey future Trunks!" Goten called, "Is Esther your girlfriend?" My Trunks this time choked and nearly fainted. His face, which was already a surprising shock of red turned a hue of green. I knocked him in the back, with my face also turning crimson. I was so fed up with Goten's questions about everything that people don't want to talk about. Especially the last question.
"I leaving." I mumbled picking up my plate and went to the kitchen to wash.
"Hey wait! Is she?" Goten called innocently. As I passed by Goten, I slapped the back of his head with my purse. Back into the plate of rice again.
"Now Goten's got rice in his nose..." I murmured and walked away, "Thanks Chichi and Bulma! The meal was nice!"