Welcome to DBZ Saiyan Garden

“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.”