"Discipline is necessary, I'm kind of surprised by that." Trunks murmured, moving on to the dresser. "I'm used to doing it, honestly. Helping set up shelters and organize and clean for survivors." Too honest there, and tension in his shoulders now not just from cleaning. "Short version--my home is messed up. It's been terrorized by 2 psychotic androids who don't really care about anything but themselves, since I was a baby."

Definitely more tension now, in his tone and in the wiping. Then there's a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. Stopping his cleaning, so he can focus on this. "Pretty much everyone able to even distract them, died before I was 2. Including our resident Namekian, and the strongest martial artists on the planet."