Welcome to DBZ Saiyan Garden

Trunks had noticed a while ago that Gohan kept constantly brushing his hair out of his eyes. Even when it was tied, the loose strands from his forehead would come into his eyes.

“You need to cut your hair,” Trunks told him. “You’ll get blind at this rate or it will get you killed in a fight.”

Absently, Gohan patted himself on his head. His usually spiky hair had become bushy to the point that it felt as if he was ruffling through a jungle.

“There are scissors in the kitchen. You can cut it now,” he told Trunks.

“Eh? Me? I don’t know how!”

“Well, it’s still better than me trying to cut myself.”

“Ugh. I suppose. But I really don’t…”

“Don’t worry – no matter how ugly you make me, it will still grow back.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Gohan chuckled.