"Lord Beerus." Trunks bows politely once before rising to ask his question. "Please don't take this the wrong way but I just have to ask...are you really fond of Earth? Or is it simply you like to hang around my mother and her friends specifically?"
Ah, he recognized this one- Vegeta's boy. His ears twitch curiously as the young man bows, taking more than a few heartbeats to recall that this was the time traveling one. Well, that explains it then- he was just about to chalk the growth spurt up to Saiyan biology.
"I enjoy Earth's delicacies- those living on the planet I don't give much thought about. As luck would have it, Bulma is able to provide these delicacies and I am grateful for that."
He's glad Whis isn't here to call him out on this giant lie- Beerus doubts the angel would be able to keep his composure.
They'd spoken at length about this before- these damn Earthlings and the Saiyans of all those in the universe had become a... comfortable familiarity for the God to be around. He wouldn't call it friendship, but it was definitely favoritism.









