At least the pool was sectioned off by screens, offering some privacy. He breathed, relaxing some as he had some space again--and also aware of the loss. "Why do you think I'm eating a lot?" Trunks called back, then applied himself to finishing said bowl.

Truthfully, he'd been more sore after their practice battle. Zarbon hadn't landed a hit at all, and the rest had been energy blasts. What Trunks was feeling more than anything though, was tired. That weird kind of tired where he knew he'd sleep once he actually let himself do so, but was too awake otherwise. Which wasn't that surprising considering the roller-coaster of emotions and hormones.

Easy enough to clear up their dishes on the tray, although he left the mugs out. Then it was exploring--and fighting an internal battle that he knew he was losing.