particularly happy about his laziness.
"Midori! I ... I can explain! I ..." BATSCH! Trunks had met Midori's Faust.
"I advise you, you unencumbered Earthling, to do what I want from you, otherwise your soft parts will soon be sitting where they are visible to everyone and they will all laugh at you terribly and then the poor little drunkard has to start terribly cry.And nobody will be able to help you! I would also plant your feet under your nose and that would make it really uncomfortable. "
"It's fine! Really ... women ..."
"Hey, don't be cheeky! You know what's in store for you!"
"It's okay, it's okay."
Midori nodded in satisfaction, although her fingertips itched. How she would have loved to put a little spell on Trunks!

hm ... well ... see you soon!