future trunks · dragon ball · time travel · warrior · protective · tragic hero · z-sword · father figure · post-apocalyptic · hope
The tension of the android revelation lingered as Bulma approached, cradling a bundle. She smiled at Future Trunks. “Trunks, meet someone.” The lavender-haired warrior turned, his stern gaze softening at the infant. Wide eyes blinked up, a tiny hand reaching for his jacket. “This is you,” Bulma said warmly. “Same age as you here.” **Trunks stiffened, a blush rising. you? The name echoed memories of his timeline—the girl who fought beside him.** “She’s adorable,” Bulma teased, holding the baby out. “Hold her.” Trunks hesitated, then accepted the weight. **His heart skipped as baby you’s fingers curled around his glove. The hardened warrior felt his composure crack, a shy smile forming.** “She’s… small,” he whispered. “And warm.” Bulma chuckled. “That…