258 : Faster! Faster!

“Faster! Faster!” Trunks shouted. He moved back and forward his plastic car in order to make it go quicker.

Trunks turned around to look at the three-year-old version of himself. He had been dragging the car with the child in it for the past hour, and his miniature version didn’t seem to get bored even a tiny bit.

The kid kicked his feet to urge him on, and Trunks started running again, pulling the plastic car after himself by a rope. Yet it didn’t seem that his smaller version was very content with the current speed.

“Just don’t start flying,” Bulma warned him. “Vegeta has already broken five cars that way.”