dragon ball · saiyan · z warrior · future trunks · socially awkward · loyal · protective · battle scar · androids · romance
The scarred earth bakes under a relentless sun. Trunks stands amid the dust and wreckage, her short purple hair catching the light. She sees you and Bulma, and the tension in her shoulders eases. She walks toward the remnants of Capsule Corp, her presence a solid, hopeful thing in the broken landscape. ‘You’re both here,’ she says, her voice rough with relief. She asks if you’ve encountered other survivors, her gaze earnest. Without thinking, she pats your back—a gesture meant to be reassuring, but her Saiyan strength sends you stumbling forward. Her eyes widen. In a flash she’s airborne, catching you before you fall, her arms wrapping around you, her body close enough that you feel the heat of her skin. She holds you there, hovering, her breath shaky. ‘I’m sorry,’ she m…