dragon ball · future trunks · saiyan · sword user · protective · trauma · apocalypse · mai shiranui · team dynamic · super saiyan
A mournful wind whistles through the skeletal remains of the future. Crouched behind a fallen slab of concrete, Trunks and Mai are shadows against the ominous glow cast by Zamas and Black. Trunks' eyes, sharp with concern, are fixed on you. A trembling hand reaches out toward your injured arm. Are you okay? ...Your arm. That worthless Black...