"Yeah, yeah, we couldn't do it! We know we're pathetic!" Trunks grumbled loudly, fed up to the bone with having to listen to mocking and inappropriate comments coming from Anko. "Keep laughing! We'll see if you're still smiling like an idiot when that monster shows up!"
He was very agitated. In truth, Anko watched him with a sly smile, nothing more. Her comment earned her disapproving looks from everyone present.
"Hey, Trunks, calm down. It's not that big of a deal."
"What do you mean it's not that big of a deal?" His nerves got the better of him. He stepped closer to Goten and grabbed him roughly by the collar of his dogi. "You always take everything lightly! Do you have some kind of plan you haven't told me about? Some special technique? Because if not, then get ready for a really tough fight…"
"Leave him alone, will you?"
If Kakashi had been present, he would have been more than impressed with Sakura. Was she defending Goten? The most shocked were the two Saiyans, who remained frozen in the same arguing posture, as if waiting for a photograph that never came. It was hard to believe that the kunoichi who constantly scolded Goten would defend him for once.
"Yeah, leave me alone!" Far from sounding threatening, the way Goten shook himself free from Trunks was almost comical. "It's not my fault I got this injury—you could've been the one! Neither of us expected it…"
"The point is that it wasn't me who got hurt, nor the one who stood there like an idiot waiting for that shameless woman to hit me with her technique."
Trunks was being very unfair, since he too had been stunned when Ginyu, inside Goten's body, grabbed his tail, and he was about to be hit by the body-switch beam if it hadn't been for Shikamaru's plan kicking in.
"I didn't just let it hit me! I thought it was an energy blast! If I dodged it, someone else could've gotten hurt!"
His eyes turned pleading. Trunks' misguided reasoning was crushing him, filling him with guilt. And instead of backing down, Brief chose to continue.
"I don't care what you thought—you made a mistake and complicated everything." He wasn't speaking harshly, but his expression was fierce. He crossed his arms and continued unloading his frustrations and insecurities onto the confused Son. "Admit your mistakes, Goten. Damn it, just look at yourself! You can't even manage fusion! It wasn't enough to ruin everything—now I'll have to take all the responsibility and fight for you too."
"N-no, that's not true… It's not all my fault… I can fight too…"
"And that's exactly why you keep messing up! Stop being a child and take responsibility for once!"
"Shut up! You're at fault too!"
All the ninjas were shocked by Goten's reaction. Usually so calm and absent-minded, but his gaze was no longer as kind as usual. His eyebrows sharpened over those jet-black eyes that now carried a defiant glare.
"DON'T TELL ME TO SHUT UP, GOTEN! YOU KNOW THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" He pointed at the people behind him, ignoring his friend's clenched fists that had begun to tremble with rage. "NOW EVERYONE IS IN DANGER, AND YOU'RE MORE RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT THAN I AM! ACCEPT IT!"
"SHUT UP!"
BAAAAMMM!
The trees surrounding the training field shook violently. The impact was so strong that the bark of their trunks cracked like stressed glass, and some leaves fell in the process.
Trunks took a couple of small backward hops on one leg, trying to cushion the force of the impact so he wouldn't go flying uncontrollably. Goten's punch carried the helplessness he felt in the face of his friend's unfair and desperate accusations.
Kurenai and Asuma exchanged nervous glances. The last thing they needed was for those two to start a fistfight. Fights like that could sometimes be beneficial for two heated friends to exchange a few blows and vent their impulses. The problem was that if those two friends had Saiyan blood running through their veins, it could not be considered a simple exchange of blows.
Brief straightened his neck, turned his head, and looked at Goten again, showing a reddened cheek along with a devilish expression. He spat a bit of blood to the side and wiped his mouth forcefully with his forearm.
"If it weren't for your condition," he looked Goten up and down, panting, "I'd return the favor." He ignited his blue aura in an instant and, without another word, took off abruptly, raising a thick cloud of dust behind him and disappearing in the blink of an eye into the sky.
The scene was unexpected, the argument as well, but ultimately, the prize went to Goten's reaction.
There was nothing to ask—everyone had enough maturity to interpret the situation. Trunks was distressed at being unable to perform fusion with his friend and, faced with that, lost his composure. He felt crushed by the suffocating responsibility of being everyone's only hope and, as a defense mechanism, found no better option than to unload the blame onto poor Goten.
For his part, the repeated and unfair accusations overwhelmed the young Son. First he felt uncomfortable, then afraid, and finally angry. However, that anger was filled with fear—fear that Trunks' words were right. He would never forgive himself if he were the cause of something bad happening to his new friends.
"I'm sorry." His voice was barely audible. He avoided eye contact, staring at the ground. "It was an accident… I thought Trunks and I had the fight under control…"
He wasn't apologizing for his recent reaction, but for what happened during the invasion. That only highlighted his naivety again—it was obvious the outcome of the fight wasn't his fault, nor Trunks'.
"You have nothing to apologize for, Goten." Kurenai interrupted, approaching kindly but cautiously. She placed her hands on his shoulders, making him lift his gaze. "You'll both do well. You still have time to recover. You should go home and rest."
"Home?" Haruno didn't waste time asking. "Didn't you mean the hospital, Kurenai-sensei?"
"Now that I remember, he can't go home either." The jounin shook her head with some unease. She looked at the confused Sakura and tried to clarify. "The doctors discharged Goten a few hours ago… anyway, the building where he and Trunks lived was destroyed during the invasion, and it's not fully rebuilt yet." She closed her eyes and held the bridge of her nose firmly, seriously considering whether to say what she was thinking, not wanting to regret it later. Goten's situation actually had an easy solution. "Goten, if you don't mind, you can come to my house."
The boy's eyes widened with excitement. He knew what that meant: a proper dinner. He opened his mouth to say yes, but was interrupted by Asuma clearing his throat loudly. The jounin simply looked at Kurenai meaningfully.
"Oh, sorry, Goten, I don't think today will work. You see, I forgot I have an important commitment tonight—I'll be busy."
Ino narrowed her eyes at the two jounin. That morning before training, Asuma had gone to the damaged Yamanaka flower shop to order a bouquet that the blonde suspected was meant for Kurenai. They must have spoken earlier and arranged to meet that night for who knows what.
"Well, that's unlucky…"
The disappointment on Goten's face was so evident that Sakura felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She stayed silent, unsure if Ino would start bothering her if she offered to invite him to dinner. She didn't want to listen to her nonsense right now.
"No, it would be wrong not to invite him. Goten is always supporting me and helping however he can. Now it's my turn to return the favor."
And just as Sakura was about to offer him a helping hand, someone beat her to it.
"G-Goten, i-if you want, you can stay at my house." To everyone's surprise, the timid Hinata spoke. "M-my father wouldn't have a-any problem with it. O-on the contrary, it would be an honor for him."
Neji's expression was something to behold. But who was he to oppose such a thing? Hinata wasn't lying at all. It wasn't a secret within the Hyuga mansion that Hiashi wanted to open the doors of his clan to the two Saiyans. Having such powerful warriors as close allies would only elevate the prestige of his lineage.
Ambitious as a leader of the main branch, he intended to establish closer ties than anyone else between his clan and the young warriors. In fact, he was more than willing to offer his two daughters in marriage to the Saiyans: Hinata for Goten and Hanabi for Trunks. Of course, only Hiashi himself was aware of this.
What Hinata's father didn't know was that such a plan would never work. Neither Goten nor Trunks would be willing to give preferential treatment to the Hyuga clan over others—it simply wasn't in their nature. Even so, Hiashi's plan wasn't crazy—quite the opposite. Just imagining the strength his lineage could reach if his descendants shared Saiyan blood was more than enough reason to desire such a union.
"R-really? I can actually have dinner at your house?" The enthusiastic boy jumped right in front of Hinata and grabbed her small shoulders happily. He was about to shake her from excitement, until Neji's cold stare instantly suppressed him. Even so, he never lost that wide Son-family smile.
"I-it's not just a di-dinner invitation. Y-you can stay as long as you need u-until your home is in good condition again."
"Wow, thank you so much, Hinata!" This time he didn't care that Neji's eyes widened—he hugged the embarrassed Hinata as if he'd known her forever, lifting her slightly and swaying her from side to side. Her face flushed deeply, unaccustomed to such closeness.
Many couldn't hide their laughter—Goten really was like a child, very easy to excite.
Anko grumbled that she had more important things to do and left, followed closely by Kiba and Shino. The three headed to the Hokage's office to deliver their mission report.
"Well, I hope Trunks comes back tomorrow so we can continue training," Lee said as he left alongside Tenten and Gai.
"You'll see, he'll calm down soon," Goten replied casually, his mind already busy imagining all the food he could eat.
Little by little, the shinobi said their goodbyes, with Kurenai and Asuma leaving together along the same path, which made Ino's suspicions skyrocket. Those two were definitely up to something that night.
"You guys can go ahead," Goten told the Hyuga while jogging in place. "I'll quickly go to the hospital to grab a few things I left there. It's not much—just my toothbrush and some clothes."
"W-wait…"
He didn't let Hinata finish. He ran off, apparently forgetting his ability to fly, hopping on one leg as he turned the corner so he wouldn't fall.
The training field, which had recently been full of people, gradually emptied. Everyone went home—everyone except Sakura, who stayed behind, thinking for a few minutes.
She couldn't believe what she was feeling. She bit her lower lip hard and shook her head in frustration, but it didn't help. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't deny the feeling she never expected to have for Goten.
She was jealous—jealous of him spending time with someone else. Over the past few weeks, she had grown very close to him, and with that, a sense of possessiveness had formed. She knew it was unfair, knew it was her fault for not inviting him sooner, always worrying about what others might say or think.
But the truth was, she was afraid of losing him. She wanted to be the only person he paid that much attention to. The thing was, even without having anything special going for her, Sakura knew she meant a lot to him—and she didn't want to lose that feeling of being valued and important to Goten.
Sakura wasn't stupid. She knew Hinata was everything she wasn't—and more. Without a doubt, she could say that the young Hyuga was the most beautiful girl in all of Konoha, not like Ino and her stupid fantasies—no, Hinata truly was the most beautiful. And her looks weren't her only advantage. She also had kindness, grace, intelligence, excellent tracking and close-combat skills, and on top of that, a distinguished social position as the direct heir of the village's most prestigious clan.
Yes… all of that and more would surely dazzle Goten during his stay at the Hyuga mansion. It was inevitable that they would become good friends, and little by little, the Saiyan would drift away from her.
"I don't blame him," she thought bitterly, regretting how harshly she had treated him. Hinata's gentleness would show him what a truly good girl was like. There was no way he would choose her aggressive personality over that… right?
"Sakura!"
He snapped her out of her thoughts—the very person she had been thinking about—running toward her with one hand raised, and ironically making her feel even worse with that comforting smile of his, the same one that made her feel special because somehow, she knew she was important to him… even if she didn't understand why.
"Sakura, thank goodness you're still here." She noticed he was carefully carrying a spare navy-blue long-sleeve shirt—the same one he wore under his dogi—and a toothbrush in his other hand. All his belongings. "I forgot to ask Hinata where her house is. Do you know where it is?"
She hesitated for a few seconds before answering. That wasn't her problem. He could figure it out by sensing her chakra or whatever.
"I thought you could detect people's chakra. Doesn't that ability of yours work anymore? Did you lose it after your injury?"
"Oh, right… I forgot about that, too." His expression changed. He looked at her, confused and concerned. "Is something wrong? Does your body still hurt a lot from training?"
"That's none of your concern." She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow dismissively, pretending she didn't care at all. "Hurry up—you need to go to Hinata's house now."
Ignoring her words, he gently placed the shirt on the ground and stepped into her personal space. Sakura tried to step back, but Goten stopped her, placing one hand on her shoulder and the other on her head.
"What are you doing?" she asked, slightly alarmed, though she didn't move away.
"Don't move. Relax."
What happened next would stay in Sakura's memory forever.
Goten closed his eyes, and at that moment began channeling his ki into Sakura. The golden glow started in his hands but quickly spread across her entire body. She was stunned, wrapped in that warm light. She didn't move an inch—the sensation was indescribable, wonderfully comforting. It felt like her entire body had been beaten to a pulp and was slowly coming back to life. Maybe that's why it felt so good, unlike senzu beans that restored energy instantly.
"Done. Do you feel better?" He pulled his hands away, looking at her curiously. "Honestly, I don't know how well this works, especially since you can't—"
"What did you do to me?" she asked, eyes wide open. "I feel amazing… my body doesn't hurt as much… I'm not as tired…"
"Great! So it works!" He was about to celebrate, until he noticed her demanding expression. "I just gave you some of my ki. Ki is life energy, so it should help you a bit, even if you can't use it for techniques. After all, we're the same—we're both human… well, sort of."
She got lost for a moment in Goten's expression—that one where he casually rubbed the back of his neck and gave that cheerful yet relaxed smile. If she ever met Goku, she would understand where that gesture came from.
"I can't heal injuries—I don't know that ability. But if I give you some of my ki, you should recover some of your energy." He placed a hand on his chin, adopting a thoughtful pose as he looked up at the orange sky preparing to give way to nightfall. "Now that I think about it, I don't understand why humans here have chakra. I can feel ki in plants and some living beings, although some animals also seem to use chakra. Actually, I could swear I once sensed a ki far away." He stopped when he noticed Sakura staring at him in astonishment. "Anyway, maybe I was wrong about that last part. The only thing that matters is that you feel better now. Your mood is better too, right?"
"Goten, I wanted to ask you something." She lowered her gaze, ignoring his comment and focusing instead on her exposed toes, which moved restlessly. "Why do I matter so much to you?" She blushed slightly, quickly clarifying so as not to sound arrogant. "I-I mean, I'm not blind. You're kind to everyone, but you worry about me a lot. Why?"
A knot formed in her throat. She desperately hoped the answer wouldn't be related to her weakness, her fragility, her incompetence—to something that would make the Saiyan see her as someone pitiful. She didn't fully believe that, but the fear was still there.
She thought Goten would look at the sky and think for a while, then give one of his unexpected, nonsensical answers—one of his usual analyses.
"Because you care about me a lot."
Her green eyes widened. It was too direct—she had never expected to hear that. And it didn't end there.
"You scold me a lot. At first, I thought you hated me. Honestly, I didn't feel comfortable around you—I wanted to stay away." With the relationship they had now, it hurt him a little to remember what she had said to him that night when they first met, how she had avoided him and found his presence unbearable. "But now I understand that if I didn't matter to you, you wouldn't bother correcting me. You matter to me because I matter to you." Sakura was stunned to see Goten blush a little—it was easy to notice because of how fair-skinned he was. "I-I think that's why… I matter to you, too, right?"
And that day—terrible from her perspective because of everything that had happened—she would remember forever only for this moment. Because Goten helped her, even if just for an instant, to set aside her insecurities, to realize that not everything was as negative as she always assumed. Of course, Goten was important to her!
"Yes, Goten… you are… very much."
She expected him to hug her, to shout something silly in joy—but he didn't. The Saiyan simply smiled kindly at her before turning around and picking up his things from the ground. He carefully unfolded the blue shirt, revealing why he had been carrying it so carefully: to protect a delicate narcissus flower wrapped inside.
"Here." He handed it to a confused Sakura, who hesitated for a few seconds before accepting it with trembling hands.
"Where did you get this?" She couldn't take her eyes off the flower, afraid Goten would notice her flushed face—which he wouldn't, given how absent-minded he was.
"Don't you remember? It's the last one you gave me!"
"I can't accept it—it's yours." She tried to give it back awkwardly, but he shook his head and made no move to take it.
"Every time I looked at that flower, I thought of you, because you gave it to me." He smiled brightly, as usual. "I'm sure it helped me recover faster. I'm giving it to you so you can recover from training and not give up. You'll feel better—it worked for me." He raised a finger and winked playfully. "I gave you my energy this time. Don't let Trunks find out, or he'll get mad."
Now he was ready to head toward the Hyuga mansion. Konoha was small, so it was easy for him to sense the distinctive chakra of the Hyuga. It was like each clan had its own unique chakra—it felt like a family trait.
"Goten!" She stopped him before he could start levitating. She held the delicate narcissus nervously. "If you want, you can come to my house tomorrow for dinner. It's nothing special, but it'll definitely be better than hospital food. What do you say?"
"Tomorrow?" The way he frowned, it seemed like she was speaking a dead language. "Why tomorrow? Why don't we go now?"
"Now? Are you crazy?" Tired of doubting it, she was about to accept that the Saiyan might actually have a real mental disorder. "Goten, invitations don't work like that. You have to give notice—my parents don't even know you're coming. In fact, I'm risking them saying no even after inviting you."
"Then why did Hinata invite me suddenly?" He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at Sakura, confusing her even more with a mischievous smile she had never seen before. "I mean, invitations are supposed to be made in advance, right?"
This damned monkey! How dare he! She wanted to kill him.
A joke like that from the supposedly dumb Goten was practically an insult… unless maybe he wasn't as dumb as he seemed. And Sakura, of course, had let her guard down.
For once, she reacted differently—and it caught her off guard. She let out a genuine laugh, not loud or exaggerated, but spontaneous.
"Alright, it's decided—we're going to your house." Sakura's surprises weren't over. Goten casually wrapped an arm around her waist and began to levitate slowly with her.
"W-what are you doing, idiot? W-what are you thinking?" Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on, though it wasn't necessary—he wouldn't let her fall.
"We'll get there faster this way. Just tell me where to go—I don't know where you live."
She looked away from him.
Big mistake.
Her face turned pale when she realized how high they were. She hadn't noticed because she hadn't looked away from him until now. The distant Hokage monument looked so small it resembled a toy.
"So, where's your house? Just point the way, you don't have to—"
"C-could you go d-down a little?" She turned her head stiffly, her eyes pleading. "We're too high—I can't see anything."
"Are you scared?"
"OF COURSE I AM, YOU IDIOT! If you drop me from this height, I'll die! I'm not a freak like you!"
Goten laughed at her scolding, unintentionally making her even angrier. To reassure her, he wrapped his other arm around her waist. She didn't feel much safer, but she grabbed onto his forearms tightly, almost digging her nails into him.
"I won't drop you—I told you. Sorry for not warning you. This is only the second time I've flown with someone. I guess I'm not used to it."
"The second time?" She remembered her conversation with Naruto during the Chunin Exams. "I thought you also flew with Tenten."
"With Tenten?" From his tone, she imagined a confused expression. "Sakura, stop saying nonsense—I'm hungry. Where's your house? If you don't tell me now, I'll drop you."
"If you drop me, I'll beat you to death!"
"But... You'd die first."
"CHA! Then my ghost will come and grab your feet at night while you sleep! I'll haunt you every day of your miserable life!"
That was too much. Goten was actually a bit afraid of ghosts—mostly because he used to think his house had some, though it was really just the sounds coming from his parents' bedroom during their "training."
And so, between Goten's pleading and Sakura's threats, they flew slowly toward the Haruno residence, wobbling slightly through the sky. With all her shouting, she almost made them crash.
"Any good news?" It was her duty to ask, though judging by Anko's expression, the answer would be a firm no.
"No. Not a trace of Orochimaru or his disciple." The kunoichi clenched her fists in frustration. Watching the fusion spectacle had helped her shake off some stress, but the moment she had to report to the Hokage, all her concern came rushing back. "We didn't get the slightest lead, even after deploying half a dozen ANBU squads across the country, and even receiving support from Suna's tracking ninjas to complete the objective. As you instructed, I brought Kurenai's team with me—Team 8—but we had no luck either."
"I see. As expected of Orochimaru…" He stroked his small beard with his fingertips in a casual gesture meant to downplay the gravity of the situation. "I thought Kurenai's team might be useful. They may be young, but all three have different tracking abilities that, when properly combined, can be very valuable."
"With all due respect, sir, why didn't you assign the Saiyans to accompany us?" She paused to take a deep breath. She didn't like what she was about to say, but had to admit it. "Trunks was available. Their ability to sense energy seems far superior to even the best sensor ninjas. They don't seem to have a range limit—they've shown they can detect presences hundreds of kilometers away, even…"
"Even from space," Sarutobi finished. During the invasion, both Saiyans sensed the five ki signatures before the ships even landed. "The issue is that Goten and Trunks rely solely on energy to detect living beings. Orochimaru is very clever—he wouldn't allow himself to be caught by a trick he already knows. It's safe to assume he suppressed his chakra to avoid being found. On the other hand, we have tracking experts who rely on other methods—vision, ninken, even insects." He smiled at Anko's incredulous expression for not having considered something so simple. "Not only that, I wanted to keep them out of it. Orochimaru is our responsibility—I don't want to involve them in matters that serve only the village's interests."
"And why not? They live here. It's the least they could do to repay us."
"I don't see it that way." The old man only confused her more. "Sooner or later, the entire world will learn about Goten and Trunks. When that happens, I intend to keep things as low-profile as possible, so other nations can't accuse us of exploiting something that doesn't truly belong to us."
"That's exactly what everyone else would do!"
"But we won't. The world will never change if we don't start with ourselves, even if it seems insignificant."
The conversation seemed to end there. The mission's failure didn't leave much else to report—they simply found no trace of the rogue Sannin despite searching everywhere.
With a gesture, the Hokage dismissed the kunoichi, who left feeling frustrated for not being more helpful. As she stepped out, she encountered an impatient Kiba and an indifferent Shino. She spoke to them somewhat roughly, saying there was nothing else to be done, that it was over, tossing them small pouches of money as compensation for their services despite failing the mission.
"Remember to give your friend her share," she added. It felt pointless to deliver such a meager sum to someone like Hinata, but that wasn't her concern.
"Don't you know right from left, you idiot?!" Sakura gasped, on the verge of collapsing, trying to recover from the latest scare—almost getting electrocuted when Goten nearly crashed them into power lines.
"I didn't know if it was your left or mine."
"Idiot, it's the same! We were both facing the same direction!" She blushed slightly after saying that.
She didn't want to admit it, but she had felt very comfortable in Goten's arms. When he held her like that, she felt safe—protected—as if nothing in the world could harm her… until, of course, he started flying like an absolute disaster, nearly making her scream her lungs out multiple times.
"Come on, Sakura, it wasn't that bad. You made it here, that's what matters." With a dismissive wave, he walked ahead and opened the door.
The kunoichi suddenly realized something and grabbed him by the collar to stop him.
"Goten, there's something I want you to know." He expected another scolding, but her expression was different—she looked deeply embarrassed. "My parents don't know your story… not completely. When the council met with the clan leaders to explain what happened during the Chunin Exams, we weren't included. That tends to happen when you belong to the weakest and least important clan in the village… in this case, mine—the Haruno clan."
"I think I get it. You don't want me to say anything weird, right?"
She didn't need to explain further—he already understood.
"How did you find out, then? And if you know, why not tell your parents?"
Her embarrassment deepened. She stared at the ground.
"Kakashi-sensei told me. He thought that since I'm on the same team as you, I deserved to know. He told Naruto and Sasuke too—we were all together while you were still in the hospital. I don't want to tell my parents to avoid complicating things. We're used to being overlooked… I guess that's just how things are. The council must have its reasons why my clan doesn't deserve to know."
Even if he wasn't very perceptive, Goten understood it was hard for her to talk about. She tried to hide it, but it clearly bothered her.
"Alright. If that's what you want, I won't say anything. But the thing about your clan sounds stupid to me." He pointed at himself confidently. "Once you finish training with Trunks, it'll be my turn to teach you a few things. You'll become the strongest kunoichi in the world—you'll see."
"That's impossible, Goten! Haven't you seen me? I don't have any special techniques or bloodline abilities!"
"It doesn't matter. I don't know much about that stuff, but my dad was apparently one of the lowest-class warriors of his race—and now he's the strongest! So you can do it too!"
They were interrupted when Mebuki opened the door.
"Sakura, what are you doing out here?" Goten felt a chill run down his spine. The woman's presence was intense—almost overwhelming. Now he understood where Sakura got her intimidating nature from. "I heard voices and came to check." Her expression softened as she looked at him. "You must be Goten—Sakura's little friend. She's told us a few things about you."
She recognized him by his orange dogi… and his tail.
"N-nice to meet you, ma'am. My name is Goten." He bowed deeply, just as his mother taught him.
"Well, you're very polite… and quite handsome too—more than Sakura let on."
"Mom!"
Mebuki chuckled as she "So, what brings you here?"
"S-so… Goten doesn't have anywhere to stay tonight. Hinata said he could stay at her house, but I thought maybe we could invite him for dinner…"
"Hinata Hyuga? The daughter of Hiashi?" Mebuki looked surprised—but pleased. "Of course. I see no problem with that."
She felt slightly embarrassed about the contrast between her home and the Hyuga mansion…
"Ma'am, your house is very nice," Goten said innocently. The boy's voice pulled her from her thoughts. She was still standing in the doorway like an idiot, even though her daughter and the unexpected visitor had already gone in. "It's bigger than mine."
When he said 'mine' Goten meant his small house on Mount Paoz, not the one he was assigned in Konoha. Neither of them understood it that way anyway.
"Well… it's just a normal house…" Sakura said, but her eyes widened in terror as she saw the Saiyan lift one foot and prepare to plant it where the wooden floor began.
"REMEMBER TO TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES!" Sakura yelled as he stepped inside.
"Oh! I forgot, haha."