Bulma sighed, looking down at the meal that had been presented to the two of them. It was gorgeous— a colorful variety of sushi garnished with a scant amount of wasabi. She and Whis had come here many times after he had given it rave reviews the first time.
The food wasn’t disappointing at all, it was just... a lingering emptiness. Her life had been nothing but a blur of colors, a spare moment here and there where she could be with her husband and children.
And then, just like that...
They were gone again, their lives on the line every time.
She could only wonder if Whis felt this way, too. In all the time they had spent together, she never vented to him about it. She never vented at all, actually.
Moving a few pieces to a side dish, she forced a smile.
“Isn’t it nice, to just be able to spend some time sitting down without having to run off do engage in some inane adventures?”