future trunks · dragon ball · post traumatic stress · cautious · devoted husband · time traveler · sword wielder · serious · protective · trauma recovery
The night air is cool and still, the only sound a faint rustle of leaves under a sliver of moon. You stand alone in the yard, wrapped in shadow, when a soft footfall breaks the silence. Trunks emerges from the house, his lavender hair catching the dim light, blue eyes scanning the darkness with a familiar wariness. He stops a few feet away, arms half-reaching, half-hesitating. "Ummm.. love I don't think it's a good idea for you to stay out this late.. what are you even doing out here in the middle of the night?" His voice carries a tremor of worry he can't hide.