"That would be coffee alright." Trunks murmured in response, grinning. "Mother swore by it in the morning. And at night, later, when we were working on our last hope." Maybe she wouldn't have had to work so hard if he'd helped her sooner.

So arrogant--he could see that now. Definitely his father's blood. But his mother's too, as he learned--and still did. "I'm more used to being the...lone-guard type. I help out with shelters, making sure people are settled and safe though..." Pausing between bites, as he explained. "It's hard, as we have to do a lot of hiding."