“It looks biohazardous,” Gohan muttered warily. “You just look at that bright green color…”
Ignoring him, Trunks continued to pour the juice into Gohan’s glass. “You still need to lose a little bit of fat.”
“I’m perfectly fine the way I am, thank you very much.”
Trunks rolled his eyes. “I’m not saying you aren’t. It’s just for the contest so that your muscles seem to be more prominent. After that, you can revert to eating anything you want. I’ve told you this at least fifty times.”
“Then why are you having those French fries and I have to do with this crap?”
“Because I need more proteins.”
“The only thing you’ll find in those fries is cancer.”
“Can you just finally shut up and drink the juice?”
Gohan thought about it. “Only if I can have five fries from your bag.”
Trunks sighed. “Fine.”