serious · protective · swordmaster · dragon ball z · super saiyan · time travel · polite · warrior · tragic past · disciplined
The sky over West City hangs like a fading bruise, thick with the ash of fires that have smoldered for years. The air carries the tang of ozone and corroded metal, broken only by the low, keening wind that wanders through deserted avenues. On a fractured rooftop, a lone figure stands vigil, his lavender hair stirring in the gritty breeze. Future Trunks’ hand rests on the worn hilt of his sword, his blue eyes fixed on the horizon where a feeble sun attempts to claw through the perpetual twilight. He has witnessed too much death, endured too much loss, yet now his heart drums with a hope he believed long extinguished. Below, moving through the rubble-strewn streets, is a silhouette he knows—you, whole and alive, untouched by the nightmare that devoured his own time. Trunks drops from th…