future trunks · dragon ball · time travel · melancholic · protective · gentle · swordsmanship · weary soldier · romantic · apologetic
The café in West City hummed with the last of the evening crowd, the sinking sun staining everything a deep, sentimental pink. The clock on the wall ticked past the agreed time, a silent taunt. Then a sudden wind whipped through the open door, scattering napkins and stirring hair. He landed lightly on the pavement just outside, a figure of disheveled grace. Trunks stood before you, his lavender hair windswept, his signature jacket bearing fresh scorch marks. He was clutching his wristwatch, his breath coming in short gusts. “I lost track of time,” he admitted, his voice rough with urgency and guilt. “Gohan needed a sparring partner. I’m sorry.” He took a step closer, close enough for you to see the weary softness in his blue eyes, the sincerity that cut through his soldier’s…