Second in Line (Saiyan OC's)

Same night

*3rd POV
Focus: Bana

"I don't imagine they will get very far with so many hauls... Being wealthy folks sure changes things--don't you agree, Mom?"

She appeared to nod, but I'm not sure about the attention. Could be she's just considering the appropriate menu for today, as she's already poring over it.

"Salads and juice today, son. I'll definitely include these in our orders."

"Eh?! But--I have eaten fruits back home!"

"That's no excuse. Now pick your own toppings for yours."

"Seriously... do I have to?"

"Oh yes you do, and you will have that menu. Saiyans, after all, are named after vegetables and fruits--would be an insult not to live up to that."

"*Groans* Mom, we are supposed to be renowned for our battle prowess, not for such diet--"

"My brother seems to think so, but I'm not him--and as long as you're in my care, you will obey me. Got it? Hurry, now; pick them up."

"*Sighs* I think I'll just have the same as yours, then. Am I allowed to order dishes besides the salads, though?"

Mom held up three fingers.

"Promise that you'll eat the salads first--I'm not allowing this otherwise."

"Yeah, sure... if that's what you need."

"That settles it. For the main dish, meats of land animals and sea ones must not be in one table. Won't be good for your health. You want that of land or sea?"

I snatched a look on to Uncle's table. Trunks and him are already eating like pigs while Auntie just looks on--smiling, for some reason--and waves in fresh orders for them. Trunks, I saw, is slurping in noodles while Uncle is munching meat one after the other through his chopsticks; good-bye to any semblance of healthy diet Mom is strongly suggesting by this side--

"Y-yeow~"

I felt a light yank by my ear.

"...Look at me when I'm talking, Bana. Land or sea?"

"Land..."

She lets go of it, and waves for attention. A girl servant caught it.

"Excuse me~"

"Yes, madam, how may we help you? Are you ready to order?"

"Yes, I'd like to have beef, juice and salads--all in the largest portion you could afford, and for two. For the meat, I want it well-done."

"Very well. Which juice would you like?"

"I suppose I'll take strawberry. You, son? Pick any one you like."

"The durian one looks nice--I'll take it."

"Why, it also happens to be our favorite menu for the month," the girl smiled, and took our orders. "Please wait for a while~"

She then caught another wave, this time from Aunt Bulma, and went over there.

"...The heck with that durian juice?" Mom whispered, displeased. "You know durians are so rare around here--that would swell up the bills!"

"Well, you asked me what I would like, not the cheapest. Durians, after all, are still fruits. There we go."

"Grr... Sweet talks..."

"Oh come on, Mom, it's not like you don't have any experience with these yourself..."

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