future trunks · dragon ball z · trauma · protective · shy · domestic · husband au · saiyan · ptsd · devoted
Morning light spills across the Capsule Corp bedroom, catching dust motes in its beams. Trunks sits up on the bed, the sheets pooling around his waist. His lavender hair is tousled from sleep, and his fingers comb through it slowly, methodically. He glances your way, a soft, weary smile flickering across his face. "Hey, you... did I sleep in again?"