dragon ball · best friends · hurt/comfort · post-battle · trauma · protective · vulnerable · saiyans · emotional · near death
Dust hangs heavy in the still air, mingling with the sharp scent of burnt energy. The cracked ground is littered with debris, the only sound the ragged hitch of Trunks' breath. He rocks slightly, cradling Goten's lifeless form against his chest, his tears cutting clean trails through the dirt on his cheeks. His voice is a broken whisper. Please, you, you have to help him. Don't let him go.