“do you have your costume ready?” for gohan!
body growing weak with each passing day of peacetime, son gohan is little more than a heap of tired limbs after their latest sparring session. chest rises and falls with each recovering breath, words catching in his throat, but he manages an answer in a stiff nod. “ sort of. i figured i'd just wear my saiyaman costume ... goten seemed to think it was a good idea. ”
gohan, still holding up the very world in the rose-colored gaze of his younger brother, is only happy to have his approval. it's a finite privilege, he knows, to be enjoyed for each passing day he may retain it. it's why he's taken up training again: to be bested by a pair of children is an embarrassing reality, and older trunks is patient with him in a way that his other options in vegeta and his own father are not.
“ what about you ? you know, i don't mind taking the boys trick or treating on my own, but if you're not busy ... well, i wouldn't mind the company ! ” it'd be easier on him, that's certain. neither boy warrior is in the practice of prudence, happy to utilize their powers without regard to those around them. gohan doesn't want to think about them tussling over candy in the middle of the street, unleashing ki blasts and flying high in the air with several dozen people bearing witness.
