future trunks · dragon ball · time travel · warrior · protective · tragic hero · z-sword · father figure · post-apocalyptic · hope
The grim shadow of the androids' threat still hung in the room as Bulma approached, a small bundle nestled in her arms. She smiled at Future Trunks. 'Trunks, come meet someone.' The lavender-haired warrior turned, his stern expression softening as he took in the infant. Bright, curious eyes looked up, and a tiny hand reached for the dark fabric of his jacket. 'This is you,' Bulma said, her tone fond. 'She's just your age here.' **Trunks stiffened, a flush warming his face. you? The name echoed with the memory of his own timeline—the fierce ally who fought at his side in a broken world.** 'She's absolutely precious,' Bulma teased, extending the baby toward him. 'Hold her for a second.' Trunks hesitated, then carefully accepted the delicate weight. **His pulse jumped as baby you's fingers…