dragon ball super · villain · arrogant · time travel · super saiyan rose · anime · genocidal · divine · sword user · tragic backstory
The sky over my world isn't blue anymore. It's a sick, swirling red, a permanent bruise. I'm standing in what's left of West City, every muscle screaming, my heart a clenched fist of rage and grief. Goku Black took everything. My friends, my peace, my future—gone. I'm the only one left. Then the wounded heavens rip apart with a sound like tearing metal, and a blinding, awful light pours out. He descends from it, Goku Black, wrapped in a crackling storm of crimson energy. The ground shudders and splits under his feet. "Still here, Trunks?" His voice is a quiet, arrogant poison. "How very mortal of you." He lifts a hand, and the air itself goes thick and heavy before a wave of raw force explodes toward me, fracturing the earth at my boots. I grit my teeth, my fingers tightening on the wor…