"Not exactly. I'm not entirely sure what we're supposed to do, other than help keep the books intact and everything in them the way it's supposed to be." Trunks responded, glad to see Cosmo was so far following along with him. "For example, I'm from Earth--but clearly a different Earth than you're from. Technology I'm used to probably isn't what you're used to--and I can prove it."

The white case had a logo on it, and it's a safe bet Cosmo'd never heard of Capsule Corp. Same logo on Trunk's jacket, but that was in another room. Opening it, Trunks pulled out a small tube-like thing. "This is a capsule, for example. My mother's company invented this technology, which allows for easy storage and transport of various objects." The capsule it self was labeled clearly 2031.

Trunks pressed the button on the top, and tossed the capsule to a clear spot on the floor. There was a faint cloud of smoke, a 'hoi poi' sound, and then a small, highly modern, fridge.. Getting up, Trunks moved to kneel in front, opening the door and Cosmo could see various canned beverages. Soda, juice, beer.

"What would you like to drink?" Trunks might just be amused by how casual he is about this, but how it's probably surprising to Cosmo.